A couple weeks had passed, I was currently sitting at a table in the Slytherin common room, in a corner, next to the glass window that showed the water outside. I had out my history of magic textbook out along with, paper and quill. Working on homework for the class, we had to do a paper on the Gargoyle Strike of 1911. Looking up from my paper, I saw the black leather diary that I had stolen from the library.

When did people start writing in these anyway? Closing my text book, with my nearly finished essay, I grabbed the diary examining it again. Opening the cover, for what must've been the first time, I was shocked to see nothing written on the first page, not even a name, of whom it belonged to. I then flipped through the pages. There wasn't a drop of ink on any page. Maybe the owner didn't get a chance to write in it? Better question, why was a blank diary in the restricted section anyway? Did anyone know it was there? Maybe it was missed placed?

Well, maybe I can use it? I could use it to take notes on wandless magic? No, that would be stupid, if someone were to see the book, they would take it and figure out how to do it, before I could. Letting out a sigh, I stared at the blank page I had the diary open too. I dipped my quill into some ink and wrote on the page;

"What to do, what to do?"

I had to blink a few times, once I saw the ink disappear, What? The next thing to happen, was even weirder. Ink appeared in neat hand writing

"Hello, how may I help you?"

Then the ink was gone. Wait, what? Diaries don't do this, do they? I looked around the common room, surely someone was playing with me. Right? Seeing only a few students, each working on something of their own, I looked back at the book, and began to write in it.

"Do all diaries usually, talk back?"

A few seconds past before the diary talked back.

"I don't think so, I'm a special type, rare to find, how did you come across my dairy?"

I doubt that... My dairy? I wrote back.

"It was on a shelf in the restricted section of the library. I sort of stole you when I was making my escape. Whose diary is or was this anyway?"

A few moments later I got a reply.

"My name is Tom Riddle, and yours?"

I read the name, then wrote down mine

"Amber Rose Raven"

I left out the 'claw', still assuming this was a trick. If it were, I'd be caught, and corrected surly.

~Toms Point of View~

So, it was a girl. I had to put my hand down from shaking so much. Being nearly fifty years, only having the room that I had created with my mind, I couldn't make it any bigger, or the entire image of my room and my own physical discription would break. I doubted I could redo the construction, it took to much energy from me to keep it as it was currently.

It was like a mental space, I made to imitate the Slytherin common room, at least a corner of it. Just enough room for myself, my diary, and the desk and chair the diary and I sat. With a quill. I'd been stuck here, stewing in my old memories, mostly of books I've read, and my own thoughts to keep me company. But now, there was a person, with my diary, this was something new. Before, I locked myself in here, I never cared to have an idle conversation, much less have another being be there. But going fifty years of total isolation, it was amazing, having some form of companionship.

Looking over the name once again, Amber Rose Raven, what a mouthful. Quickly I wrote back.

It's a pleasue to meet you Amber Rose Raven, may I refer to you as Amber?"

A moment later the girl responded.

"You're not someone that's just messing with me?"

What on earth did that mean? She must not be alone where ever she was. I wrote back, reassuring her, to calm her paranoid suggestion.

"Messing with you? Who would use a diary to mess with you, this way?"

~Ambers Point of View~

I chuckled a bit, a few names popped into my head. Starting with my Pansy and her friends, my roommates sadly, I responded.

"I can think of a few ninnys that would... Doubt they are smart enough, though."

The diary responded.

"We all have enemies that stand in our way"

Enemies? I guess they are mine, not scary ones. Just daft morons. The diary then proceeded to ask a question.

"You meant the restricted section of the Hogwarts library?"

I nodded, then wrote down an answer.

"Yes, it's Hogwarts. Why were you in that section? Do you hold the secret to the end of the world? Or were you just misfiled?"

I smiled at my joke, when I didn't get a response right away, I wrote on the pages again,

"It's a joke, I doubt you can end the world, at least not in your current stage, as a book."

Almost instantly I got a reply.

"I'll be honest, I fell for it. What house are you in? What year?"

I wrote a reply, answering the questions.

"Slytherin, its 1991"

Then Tom, or er the Diary replied.

"What would you like to talk about?

I huffed, what would someone tell their talking diary anyways?

"I don't know, what do people talk with their diaries about?"

After a few minutes the diary replied.

"I see your point, tell me about the current situation of the world? Have there been any political or wars?"

Why did the diary care? I wrote a simple reply.

"Well, the Ministry of Magic elected a new moron for a leader, he goes by the name of Cornelius Fudge"

I was brought out of the conversation, by Greengrass, who yelled from across the room about it being dinner time. I quickly wrote in the book.

"I must go now it's dinner time"

The diary than replied, with a simple request.

"Goodbye, please don't tell anyone about me"

Well dhu, why would I tell anyone? I'd just end up looking like an utter daft fool. Quickly, rushed my books, and the diary up to my room. Looking at the diary I thought, of how, or where to hide it. doubting it would be safe within the room, I put it in a pocket on the inside of my robes. Taking it with me, I mean where else would it be safer? No one would find it if I had it with me.

When dinner was done, I went towards Hermione, I skipping up, till I was beside her, "Hey, mind if I walk with you?"

"I don't mind, I doubt either Harry or Ron will care either" She replied, happily, she hooked her arm around mine, locking our elbows together. Ew, Potter. I rolled my eyes now noticing the two boys in front of us talking, as they led the way though a doorway and onto stairs.

The two boys were both busy with their conversation, that they didn't notice the staircase was about to move. As the rail behind us had moved, Hermione seemed to notice, the rail spooking her. Then with a jerk, the stair case moved from the wall, each of us grabbing for the nearest rail, as it moved.

"What's happening?" Potter asked, seemingly to have forgotten that these stairs move.

"The staircase is changing" Hermione answered him, "Remember?"

Once she asked him to remember the staircase had moved fully, to a platform with a door.

Harry looked down at the three of us, I shook my head and walked past them, opening the large metal door.

"Come on, before the stair case moves again." Harry said from behind, following my lead, into the dusty and unkept hallway that was on the other side of the door.

"Does anyone else feel like we shouldn't be here?" the scared voice of the Weasley questioned.

I rolled my eyes, as Hermione spoke up, "Of course we shouldn't be here, it's the third floor, off limits, remember, it's forbidden"

We were all scared, when a meow came from behind us, whirling around, we saw a familiar cat, the cat that that belonged to Filich.

Turning back around, I ran quickly down the hall, assuming the footsteps behind me belonged to the other three.

Turning down a corridor we stopped,

"Think we lost him?" Ron questioned, huffing out of breath.

As if on que we heard foot steps along with a low voice speaking up, "They're around here somewhere my dear, sniff them out my sweet"

Hermione had grabbed Harrys wand, and whispered, "Alohamora" pointing the wand at the nearest door, we all then rushed into through the door, pushing it closed, using our entire bodies. After a few moments, I turned around, my back against the door, seeing a three headed dog. I let out a faint gasp, as if a scream died coming out of my throat. I looked up and down, at each head of the dog, till I saw his feet, a door, was under it. I tugged on the nearest rob, hearing another gasp, as the dog started to wake up, standing up, with the three pairs of eyes staring us down, each head growling, slobber drooping from the large mouths. Next thing I knew the door was pushed open, and we all tumbled out of the room, shutting the door just as the dog took a lunge at us. Once the door was shut we all took off running. Flich wasn't in the halls. I ended up taking off in a different direction towards the dungeons, not looking back. Only slowing down when I reached the Slytherin door.

Once I was faced with the concert door, I leaned forward placing my hands on my knees as I took a panted heavily. Never have I ran so quickly, or for that long. Be for I could say the password, I was grabbed by the shoulder, turned around I was face to face with Flich. Oh, bloody hell!

He seemed so gitty, happy he had caught someone, "Out past curfew, tisk tisk girl." He practically chanted, as he pulled me along with him, taking me down the halls, dragging me towards the office of Snape. Forcing me to stop at the door so he could bang rather loudly on the door.

The door then opened to show the unamused expression of Snape, his eyes went from Flich down to me, with an emotion of anger dancing in his dark orbs. It's not my fault. I kept chanting in my head.

"Student out of bed, I presume she was also on the third floor earlier, with some other students" Flich stated, sounding pleased.

Snape and Flich then looked to me, "Well ?" Snape questioned.

I won't sell them out. "I was deep in thought and just ended up on the wrong staircase, at the wrong time. Nearly wee'd my skirt as it moved. I got off the stairs as fast as I could, I didn't realize I was on the third floor, when I did the staircase had moved" I explained, careful to make it sound as if I were alone.

"Lies, she ran" Flich retorted, seeming to want to argue this out.

With a roll of my eyes, I explained some more, "I thought I could make it to the commons, which I did, about to open the door, when I was brought down here." I paused before going on, "It's a one time incident, I'll never do it again."

There was a long pause, before Snape finally spoke, "You'll need to be punished. I'll think of something by class. Now go before you get in more trouble"

Without another word, I turned back the way we came and ran back to the Slytherin commons. Finally, ending the day.