Home now, I've been locked in my room. My parents charming my room so I wouldn't sneak out, again without them knowing. I was lucky I had a bathroom attached to my room, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to drink water. Whenever I tried to step out, or open the door to go get food, it would just shut on me. I had no clue what kind of charm this was, but I truly felt like a prisoner. They even took some of my belongings. My books, my wizards chess bored, most of my pillows, my supplies that once sat at my desk. All I had was a bed, with a single pillow, and a sheet on it. I had a desk, but no chair, and my dresser that had a limited amount of clothes. They even took Tinker, my ravens perch away, now he was stuck in his cage, unless he was out delivering letters, which I made a daily thing, I didn't want him staying in his cage. The bird was to pretty to be locked up.

I had been stuck in my room, rereading my textbooks from the last year, and even suffering by reading the books by Lockhart I had revived for Christmas. A few hours a day I would write with Tom. Not explaining my current situation, just talking about spells, charms and various topics. Mainly, having him instruct me on topics, I currently couldn't read about due to lack of books. It was like having my own book of everything. The only downfall was I was getting tireder as days past. Maybe, it was due to the lack of food. I haven't even heard from Ava.

On my bed I was writing on the back of my exam grade sheet, doing some math. Trying to figure out the time table of Voldemort . The year was currently 1992, recalling to major events that Voldemort had been involved in. He had killed Harrys parents in 1981. It's been seventeen years since he's last stood. At that time he was thought to be dead. Where was he the past years, always on the back of Quirrell? Where was he before then?

I then pulled out the diary, opening it I wrote down.

Where was he before he killed Harry Potters parents?

I then got a reply.

Who?

I quickly wrote a reply, trying to make sense.

Voldemort. I'm trying to figure out his time. He was thought to have died in 1981. I doubt he's totally gone now. Perhaps, if his life before his disappearance then perhaps there is a way to know the person more. I think that made sense?

~Tom's Point of View~

This was getting dangerous. She was trying to figure my other half away. Asking questions I knew answers to, for the most part. She had asked already, if i had gone to school with Voldemort. Of course I did, I was him. Or he was me, we were the same person, basically. With our conversations being daily, I learned that my other part had disappeared years ago, after trying to kill some child by the name of Harry Potter. Only to come back and be defeated once again by the Potter boy, and the very girl that I had been talking to. Whom has been given me her energy, as she used her hand to write. It was good, then when I'm back at Hogwarts, I'll be strong enough to escape from this bloody diary, I'd be able to, let loose my beast, the basilisk.

It did, I'm unsure of what he did before, I must've been placed in this diary, before Voldemort became a thing. I've never heard of him, prior to you telling me about past events.

I lied of course. She had already asked about the connection of my other half and my diary, apparently seeing both in the mirror. I wasn't sure what it had meant. Did she desire to know of me being the horcrux of Voldemort, apart of the spirit. She had wrote back.

I wish I could go to the library, perhaps a book of Auror would have more information, on his crimes.

Would they? I've never thought of that. It both aggravated and impressed me. This girl, was dangerously impressive, asking questions and thinking of places to find answers, places I wouldn't have considered. The Aurors would of course have information that Tom Riddle and Lord Voldemort were the same person. I couldn't let the girl find out, not yet. Not till I've been freed from these pages. I would surely want her upon my side once I was out, her thirst for knowledge is nearly as equal as my thirst for power. Of course if she didn't join me, I'd kill her, unlike my other half I would be successful.

They might not the dates, but the crimes they would I would presume. Why aren't you able to go to your library? Isn't Ravenclaw manor home to the largest amount of books?

She responded slowly.

We do, but my parents have made it impossible to leave. They are afraid and still angry at me, for the sorting hat not placing me in Ravenclaw.

Perhaps, I could use this to my advantage. I've tried to control her, pushing my soul into her body, I've failed, each time I've tried. It's as if her will was to strong, and her awareness of change being sensitive, knowing when I entered her being, perhaps it's her, maybe she knew what I was doing? Whatever it was, it would push me out, somehow. As if she were able to neutralize my soul, enough to push me out.

I maybe able to help. Remember when I asked you to place your quill onto my pages and hold it?

She responded shortly after.

Yes, what do you have in mind?

I replied quickly, and vaguely.

Do you trust me?

When she didn't respond right away, I became nervous. When she finally did, I was relieved.

Yes, I do.

I responded quickly, careful with my wording. Being as vague as could.

I'll tell you in a minute. Just touch your quill to the page, and relax, clear your mind.

I felt her quill touch the page, seeing the ink bleeding through my side. Quickly I placed my own quill where she had placed hers. Closing my own eyes, concentrating on where our quills met. As my spirit, my soul went through it. Like blood going through the quill's. It was taking a lot of advance magic and meditation. I could feel whatever in the girl, it was fighting. I felt my soul being pushed backwards. However, when I pushed back, the blockage was gone. She was relaxing. Slowly.

Eventually, when I reopened my eyes, I was looking out into a room. It worked. I sat up, seeing a mirror on a desk, it showed me, or well Amber's reflection. I saw books open on the desk, looking down at the bed I saw the diary, my internal prison. On a pillow sat a small creature, it looked asleep. It's eyes were shut. What was it?

My thoughts on the creature didn't last long, as I stood up. The room was gloom, with hardly anything in it. Was this her parents doing? I felt a wild, happy and cheerful. It finally worked. I haven't felt so alive in years, I haven't felt like this since my first day at Hogwarts. I looked back in the window, a savage smile fell onto the soft, pretty face, that was Amber's. I wasn't alive of course, not really. Not in the permanent sense he was trying to achieve. But for now it would do, this possession was enough.

What I would do to savor this moment. But I needed to know what I could do. Walking away from the mirror, I stopped seeing what Amber had been wearing. A long dark grey skirt that went down to her knee, the top was a rosy, dull pink long sleeve with a v-neck with a string going through it. Another thing I had taken notice was her hair, she had a lot of it. I raised a hand touching the wavy, slightly messy hair. Feeling as the waves slipped through my fingers, nearly flawlessly. Like water. Then I saw her face, her eyes were so bright, a golden, with a tint of orange. They were mesmerizing. This must be how she got her name, Amber. They reminded me of a mixture between an owl, hawk or eagles eyes.

I shook my head, or Ambers. Looking at the door, once my hand landed on the handle, I could feel the magic going through it. It was the locking spell, meant to keep the girl inside, altered so she wouldn't be able to leave without someone finding out. Luckily, it's not just her in her body. I turned the knob, pulling the door, opening it. Walking out of the room, I saw the hallway, the floor was so reflective, almost. Far different looking then where I had been forced to grow up. A step up from the orphanage. Walking down the hallway, to a pair of glass doors, I pushed it open seeing large shelves, filled with books. I doubt even Hogwarts was as big. Walking around the floor, I found a staircase, it was a spiral one, up against the wall. Walking down it, down three floors. Till I was at the bottom. Seeing another pair of doors, that went outside.

I've never thought I'd miss the outside world, the sun, the sky and air. Opening the door, I felt a rush of a breeze go past me. Breathing in the air, I could smell so many flowers, the flowers that were in this garden. There was even a path going through the garden. Enjoying myself, I was so indulge in the freedom, being out of the book, that I hadn't noticed someone was behind me.

"Amber Rose Ravenclaw. How the hell did you get out, go back to your room now!" I turned around, shocked by the sneak up. Seeing a man, who had dark blue eyes, wearing a pair of glasses. "get going!" He snapped.

"Excuse me, who do you think you are?" I demanded, then I realize this must've been her father.

The man had a wand in hand, was he scared, of his daughter? "The person allowing you to live under my roof, freely"

I let out a huff of a laugh, "I don't think you know what 'free' means. Considering you've had Amb-uh me locked in my room" Shit. I slipped up.

"Traitors don't get privileges." He retorted, seemingly he hadn't noticed the slip up, "get the hell back to your room, we're having a party for your sister, you're not welcomed."

I raised a brow, recalling Amber had a twin sister, never going into depth of the relationship she had with her, "Why the hell would I go to a party, when you people of inferior intelligence." I rolled my -Ambers- eyes. "Now get lost, or I'll strike you."

He then raised his wand pointing it at me. I rolled my eyes again, out of impatience, "Oh bloody hell, you really think you can touch me, when you're shaking like a coward?" I quickly thought of the blinding jinx, infusculus. Then an inky, black cloud of blackness appeared circling around the man. He then panicked, flicking his wand casting fire at random. I shook my head, backing up, staying out of the distance, then used the disarming charm, sending his wand into my hand. Quickly, I walked up, pressing it against his neck. A dark chuckle escaping from my lips. "You're going to have to do better then that" I chuckled, then felt a familiar something pushing my spirit. I was growing weak. I dropped the wand, whispering to the man, "leave Amb- me alone, or you'll suffer next time." I hissed, walking past him, rushing to get into the library, up the stairs and back to Amber's room. Before I could make it, someone that looked very similar to Amber blocked the way. This must be Ava.

"What are you doing out?" She demanded, he voice was harsh, what's wrong with this girl? I was starting to loose my vision, Amber was starting to over power my spirit, the magic I had used to get in her body was fading. I needed to rush back to the diary, who knows what will happen otherwise. I pushed passed the girl, running into Amber's room, picking up her quill, touching my book. Just in time, as I was pushed out, into the book.

I lifted my quill up, from my side. I was tired. I had used plenty of my energy for the test. It worked. But I needed someone weaker, impressionable, someone not like Amber. Someone younger, without the will, the strong spirit. The next time I would try, it'd have to be with someone else.

As I sat in my imaginary room, I thought of the girl, Amber. She was similar to me, minus the fact her parents both were wizards, and she wasn't an orphan. She was up to par with my own intelligence, she exceeded in her skills, probably advanced top of her year, as I once was. She is independent and has seemed to prefer being left alone, preferred to work in secrecy, learning to do nonverbal and wandless magic, who knows what else she's learned on her own. She even had an extremely obsessive nature as I do. If she were in my time, I would've recruited the girl. Would've been useful, if she had been influenced by me to work for me. If she were of my time, and had been recruited she would've been useful, far more then my other minions were. As it was currently however, my other half being found out to be an evildoer. Perhaps, I could influence her anyways? To do my bidding?

~Ambers Point of View~

I woke up, the next morning, worn out. It was silent in the room. her window was open and the light shined into the room. I sat up, letting out a yawn. What happened? I then saw Tinker with a few letters sitting under him and a book. What was this? Reaching over I grabbed the book, it was from Hermione, it had a letter strapped to it covering the title. Notre Dame de Paris, written by Victor Marie Hugo. Opening the letter it read;

? ﾝﾑﾒ? ﾝﾓﾇ ? ﾝﾓﾂ? ﾝﾑﾒ?,

? ﾝﾒﾶ? ﾝﾓﾅ? ? ﾝﾒﾾ? ﾝﾓﾉ? ﾝﾒﾹ? ﾝﾓﾎ! ? ? ﾝﾒﾶ? ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ? ﾝﾓﾊ? ﾝﾒﾽ ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ? ﾝﾑﾒ? ﾝﾒﾹ ? ﾝﾒﾽ? ? ﾝﾓﾉ? ﾝﾑﾒ? ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ﾝﾓﾀ ? ? ﾝﾒﾶ? ? ﾝﾒﾾ? ﾝﾓﾉ? ﾝﾒﾹ ? ﾝﾑﾜ?, ? ﾝﾒﾽ? ﾝﾓﾈ ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ﾝﾓﾀ ? ﾝﾓﾈ ? ﾝﾒﾽ? ? ﾝﾓﾉ? ﾝﾓﾇ? ? ﾝﾒﾻ ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ﾝﾓﾇ? ? ﾝﾒﾶ? ﾝﾑﾒ, ? ﾝﾓﾉ'? ? ﾝﾑﾒ? ﾝﾓﾈ? ﾝﾓﾃ? ﾝﾓﾁ? ﾝﾓﾎ ? ﾝﾓﾃ? ? ﾝﾒﾻ ? ﾝﾓﾎ ? ﾝﾒﾶ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ﾝﾒﾾ? ﾝﾑﾒ? ? ﾝﾓﾈ ? ﾝﾒﾶ? ? ﾝﾒﾽ? ? ﾝﾑﾒ? ﾝﾓﾊ? ﾝﾓﾎ ? ﾝﾓﾃ? ? ﾝﾒﾽ? ? ﾝﾑﾒ? ﾝﾓﾈ? ? ﾝﾓﾃ?. ? ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ﾝﾑﾒ ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ? ﾝﾓﾃ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ? ﾝﾓﾉ! ? ﾝﾒﾶ? ﾝﾓﾅ? ? ﾝﾒﾾ? ﾝﾓﾉ? ﾝﾒﾹ? ﾝﾓﾎ!

- ? ﾝﾑﾒ? ﾝﾓﾂ? ﾝﾑﾜ? ﾝﾑﾒ ? ﾝﾓﾇ? ﾝﾓﾃ? ﾝﾑﾒ?

Wait, my birthday? It can't be already, can it? I've been locked in here for a month. Then a loud sound of flapping came from my window, when I looked over I saw a familiar owl, Bubo bubo, Dracos owl, with gorgeous deep orange eyes. It had dropped a small box with a note tied to it, then landed on the post of my bed. Picking up the box, I saw it was filled with sweets. With a note that read;

? ﾝﾓﾪ? ﾝﾓﾹ? ? ﾝﾓﾲ? ﾝﾓﾽ? ﾝﾓﾭ? ﾝﾔﾂ, ? ﾝﾓﾷ? ﾝﾓﾸ?!
? ﾝﾓﾻ? ﾝﾓﾬ? ? ﾝﾓﾪ? ﾝﾓﾯ? ﾝﾔﾂ

Opening the other letters, I had gotten one from, Cedric, Lilly, and Ron. Still in slight awe, I've only told Hermione and Draco when I birthday was. How did the others know? Ron maybe heard Hermione, Lilly might've been listening me talk with Draco about it, but how did Cedric know? I quickly wrote thank you notes to everyone, giving one to Bubo bubo to take to Draco. While I gave the rest to Tinker to deliver. I then sat down, taking one of the sweets from Dracos package and savoring it. I'd save the rest for another night later when I've gone a week without a meal. Hopefully, I'll be able to last on sweets and water from my bathroom sink, till I could sneak out. Maybe, I could ask Draco if I could hunker down at his place? No, I wouldn't want to burden him, or anyone else. I'd rather sit here and think of another way. I had spent my birthday thinking of a way to sneak out, thinking I could make it to the leaky cauldron and just stay there till school started. I tilted my head at the thought, perhaps I could go through my fathers office, take some money, and then use the broom to get there. Or use the fireplace. Nodding at the plan, I proceeded to put everything into a suitcase. Sitting on my bed, thinking how I'd get out.