I was doing my usual thing during the day - just watching the world through Ginny's eyes and observing. In this way I learned a lot as the girl was usually reading one book or another. On occasions where she was doing something else like eating or flying on a broom I reviewed what I had learned.

Today was supposed to be the same day as usual - well surely there might have been another attack yesterday, but from basilisk noises it was clear it was somewhere near Slytherin, and as I did not know any good people in that place, I did not really care if one of them got petrified - as all students so far were so lucky to survive I even thought that Salazar placed some restrictions on the beast, regarding students, or perhaps the castle itself was somewhat alive and just protected the students in its own way.

During breakfast I overheard that it was Draco Malfoy who turned to stone, well that prick got lucky to just get petrified, at least he won't torment Gryfindors for a while. Although I wondered, perhaps senior Malfoy could produce the cure from somewhere over the world, he was after all quite rich.

The day was still going well - Ginny with her friends was busy in the library reading - the same was for me, until Hermione finally found a book with sufficient details to perhaps convince some professor.

While the group was just going towards the office. I decided that it was a great time to reorganise what I read today. Ginny read a lot of tomes on various magical beasts, mostly basilisks, but during the search for that she flipped through countless pages, pages which I somehow could still clearly recall in my mind and read and organise.

Surely I cannot say all this baggage of knowledge was useful… But I deemed it a more useful use of my time than to watch kids walking through school - I could always focus back on the screen if something interesting happened.

Then something happened. Something completely unexpected.

The screen in the mindscape flickered as if it was a broken TV. I watched in horror as a tear appeared in the 'sky'.

The tear slowly expanded as cracks filled the sky. Suddenly an unbearable headache overcame me.

As my mindscape 'world' literally split apart I could suddenly see through the crack in the sky - it was a familiar location, Ginny's room, yet pieces of furniture lay broken with various items - her personal items, ruined and broken or even missing.

The pain intensified even more. My vision was getting blurry, yet I still managed to glimpse two trolls in the room, no two minions of Draco - Crabbe and Goyle.

Then my headache was mixed with endless confusion - how did those two idiots even get inside the girls dorm inside Gryffindor tower.

And my consciousness slipped away as I felt like I fell into a deep slumber.

"Why are you taking so long to tear a stupid book apart?" - Crabbe's voice echoed into the room as he was breaking the girl's trunk apart.

"It looks like it was very well charmed, but those charms faded like half a year ago or so. I am not sure with what, but my spells are telling that it was nearly indestructible a year ago, curious thing, don't you think" - Goyle's calm voice responded back.

"Still, I think we spend too long here, now professors will connect the dots that we are the ones responsible, at least we can blame Malfoy for everything back home - we are under oath and it was his order to thoroughly investigate responsible parties in case a major accident happens."

"Do you think professors would believe that us of all people have enough brains to accomplish a break into Gryffindor girl dorms?" - Goyle took a pause to rest as he glared at his companion.

Crabbe chuckled - "Of course not! They would think there was a mastermind of sorts and won't even expel us - perhaps just watch us more closely." - he moved on, inspecting and breaking other items before turning back to his friend - "But are you sure this girl is responsible for the attack on master Draco?"

A loud sigh was heard in the room.

"I am a seer, did you forget? My divination might not be the best in the world, but I am sure that Ginny Weasly is somehow more involved in the master's attack, than Harry Potter"

"Did you manage to find any more suspects?"

Another sigh echoed - a tired one.

"Believe me, I tried, yet only those two are somehow involved, yet they are certainly not the ones responsible - my divination was clear on that, and this is why we are searching for clues. If only I had a better gift for this art…. Ah I finally broke the remains of protective charm - whatever that was."

A tearing sound followed as the remainder of protections was undone and the book split in half. As there were no more items left to break or investigate, the duo picked a half each before quickly flipping through the pages.

"It's still empty"

"Same here" - another tearing sound echoed in the room - "I can tear other pages just fine, seems like a regular book now"

"Let's go then, we should ransack through Potters things now, if we are getting caught anyway, might as well check the other suspect in the list"

"Sure, just take some of this crap to the corridor under illusion - we could not find anything, but the girl is involved somehow, it's better to make her suffer a bit, surely that would make young master happier on his awakening"

His companion just grinned and wandlessly levitated a large pile as he walked out of the room - him and the items glittering as they got disillusioned.

While Draco was the future face of the family, they were his underdogs. The same way their fathers were for Lucius and their children will be for the next heirs.

Voldemort seemed fond of teaching young children - or as he called them useful tools. They were under oaths to serve a list of people with various conditions on who to listen to in what situation, which person's orders to prioritise.

The pair did not like being tools, and hated all those rituals that ruined their initially decent looks, yet having such power on their fingertips was surely a pleasant experience.

Soon various breaking sounds could be heard inside Harry's room, but a few Gryffindors passing by, just a step away from the door, could not hear a sound.

Argus Filch was a squab. His hobby was… cleaning, and he hated those who dirtied the school. Such a weirdo was somehow fitting as a caretaker of the school.

Having power over students whom he was jealous of for the sole reason they had magic was a thrilling experience for the man - it was his second hobby - catching students breaking rules and punishing them.

That was why he stayed in school for so long, even though the pay was abysmal, even for a squab!.

After so many years he now knew countless passages and shortcuts in the castle and he was currently whistling as he walked in a corridor, bucked with a mop in hand.

*CRASH*

A loud groan was heard as the caretaker looked around - there was nothing nearby, but he could see a small black book lying beneath him - he cursed students for their prank, before picking up the item.

It was half a notebook which was… blank. He just shrugged as he put the book in his pocket - surely he can use that for some detentions or something, or perhaps he would start a diary? A book? Well his knee almost did not hurt anymore.

Soon he picked up the whistle as he continued cleaning the rest of the floor, then going to the floor below.

If only he went back where he came from, he would have seen various items lying in the corridor, glistering as if a charm had just expired.

Professor McGonald was walking with furious steps toward her tower - she just received a tip from a student that apparently some Slytherins were wreaking havoc in her tower!.

Suddenly the floor glimmered as various items appeared on the floor. The professor almost tripped, yet all the papers she was carrying fell to the floor. She cursed seeing a piece of trunk with initials B.W crossed out and G.W. inscribed just below - she could guess who this belonged to.

First she collected the various parchments from the floor, into a pile - it was a report of students progress and her lesson plans for the next semester for Albus. Then before the spell was even finished she went around the corridor, collecting the poor students' items and fixing them when she found all the parts. She was even more saddened when she found an album - thankfully in one piece - of photos with Lily and James.

If only she looked at her spell at that moment, she might have noticed that not all papers collected into a pile were hers- in fact there was a smaller piece of parchment among those in the pile.

Tracey Davis was walking together with Daphne Greengrass - the lessons were over so they considered going to the library to study. Or at least Tracey insisted on it - Daphne seemingly never did homework, always finishing it during classes, while she still had an essay to write…

As the staircase turned and aligned to another one, Tracey noticed Daphne's gaze caught on something, following her gaze she saw a small black notebook on top of stairs - as if it just fell there.

Being curious by nature, the girl picked it up, perhaps it was some diary with juicy gossip? Some information to increase their standing in the Slytherin house? Perhaps some blackmail material? Or at least well organised study notes for transfiguration, she hoped, as they had an essay due which she wanted to avoid writing.

Yet flipping the pages she only saw empty pieces of paper greet her eyes, until they ended, not with the end of the book, but somewhere mid-way, as if it was torn apart.

"It's a dud, and here I thought I would have some entertainment before my essay…." - Tracey looked aside, only to see her friend pointing a wand at the small book - "Wha! What are you doing Daphne!"

"Calm down, I just want to check, you know there's a famous spell for hiding the ink, it could be a diary"

A white charm hit the book, which rose into the air for a spin, yet nothing happened, the pages were still blank.

"So it really is just a book… Though I could feel some sort of magic inside"

"Ahh, perhaps it's one of those prank books? You know where you can't write anything, or it spits the ink back at you"

Daphne had a cheeky grin as she grabbed her quill from her sleeve and passed it on to her friend.

"Surely you don't mean to… "

"Either that or you will be writing your essay on you own"

Tracey's face morphed into utter horror, then she took the quill and did a dramatic bow to her friend - "Yes Captain Daph, your word is my command".

While Daphne laughed, the girl quickly put a blob of ink on one of the pages and quickly backed off.

Both girls watched the blob with anticipation.

Curiously the ink disappeared, yet nothing more happened.

Hesitatingly, Tracey went back to the book and wrote "Hello?"

Yet nothing happened once again - except the ink just disappearing in a few seconds, like the first time.

The girls glanced at each other.

"So it really is just a prank item… Still quite nasty, imagine writing a whole essay and the poof! All gone! Nasty one!"

"Yes, it seems like a failed or broken prank item, as it does not make much sense to set the time to merely a few seconds"

"So Daph, want to keep it?"

The girl in question walked forward and picked the notebook, then put it inside her pocket.

"Sure, I am taking arithmancy and runes next year. It would be a fun challenge to reverse engineer the spell used there and improve it."

Tracey grinned at her friend as the duo walked side by side onwards - "Confident, aren't we, Daph? What if you fail in the end?"

The girl just shrugged, until a matching grin rose to her face - "Then I suppose I would have a nice christmas present for my sister"

Their steps echoed in the distance, if only they did not skip a floor, they would have seen a lot of other broken items.

"And that concludes our emergency board meeting" - Lucius' voice echoed across the room, disappointment clearly felt in his tone.

Soon all other board members left the room, along with now former headmaster Albus Dumbledore. At least he would be seeing less of his face now, Lucius smirked - the only good deed he accomplished today.

Almost half of the board was in his pocket - removing Dumbledore from headmaster position was a simple feat, unfortunately a recent events report came in at that time… Of those two fools breaking in reached them at the time, so the few people on the edge hesitated - clearly knowing that the pair of trolls were his son's minions - which led to Albus being allowed to remain as a teacher. An alchemy teacher, Lucius cursed, Dumbledore himself banned the subject a decade ago, and just yesterday he silently brought it back.

He sighted - at least Albus would lose some power over the school, surely the minister would be happy about that, same for his old friends.

He finally collected his thoughts and stood up, leaving the now empty conference room.

I woke up after what felt like a long long sleep.

I still felt a splitting headache as I looked around.

There had been some …. Changes in the mindscape I suppose.

Gone were the darkness, I was now in something like a Hogwarts library, albeit the books looked different.

Curious, I picked a random book tome from the bookshelf. Inside, elegant handwriting greeted me, it looked shockingly similar to mine when I wrote to Ginny.

*Today I learned that I was not so special, these powers I thought were solely mine were just a fraction of something greater, something I had no knowledge about until now.

I cannot wait to escape this hell-hole orphanage and learn more about this 'magic'. Soon those wizards shall grovel before my feet, me Tom Marvollo Riddle!*

I stood there mouth agape, then after check a few more random books I

grinned - somehow I now had access to a lot of that fools knowledge, perhaps the memories were always there and whatever those trolls did gave me access?

At least I would have something to do here - as I was not really sure what the situation with the diary actually was….

My worried eyes glanced up into the 'sky' - yes the 'library' had no ceiling, and the familiar, yet cracked sky greeted me, but there was no screen there anymore.

I sighted as I plopped down on the library coach, book in hand.

I did not know how long I would stay alone this time, but at least I now had something to do to pass the time.

A dozen books later I fell asleep.

As I ventured into the realm of dream, a tear unknowingly glittered in the corner of my eye.

I missed Ginny, my friend. I seemingly grew fond of the girl, she was like a relative of mine, and now I was all alone again…