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Chapter 25
Harriet and her loyal group of friends were walking towards the Forbidden Forest with nothing but their wits and determination. It was late at night, and they had to be more sneaky since Aurors were already at the school guarding the entrances and patrolling the hallways. Thankfully, Harriet had the Maurader's map and her father's cloak, so it wasn't tricky to went past them. Still, she needed to be careful; by that, she meant avoiding her father's wrath. That wouldn't be nice.
"This forest is quite big," Hannah whispered nervously. "And dark."
"It's called the Forbidden Forest for a reason," Susan replied.
"Hush now, both of you, don't be loud," Fleur hissed at them. "Tina, I don't see... those disgusting spiders anywhere. Can you trace them?"
Tina crawled on the ground, sniffing and looking for any trail left over. Her unique color eyes glow in the obscure forest. Still, more importantly, the girl looked focused on the small prints she noticed on the ground.
"These spiders are of different sizes," Tina mentioned, while some girls shivered in disgust. "Strange... spiders would typically not behave in such fashion. Unless they are of a magical species of spiders."
"Oh, truly?" Harriet asked, noticing a small trial of tiny spiders going nearby. "What type of specie are we talking about?"
Tina then, much to her disgust, grabbed one of the tiny spiders and inspected it.
"Ew!" Some of the girls exclaimed.
"Rolf, give me some light," Tina said, and her twin brother approached and conjured a small Lumos for her.
"L-like this?" He asked.
"Yeah, thank you," Tina said. "So, let's see... Jet-black hair color. Eight legs, two small hands in front of the fangs. Two big black eyes, two small ones next to them, and four more eyes just above its mouth. This is a Southeast Asia, Acromantula from Borneo. Whoah! This is a banned breed!"
Tina exclaimed and while she was disgusted by the spider, and she couldn't hide her excitement to find out about an experimental magical spider.
"Oh!" Blaise now exclaimed, not hiding excitement of his own. "A banned breed of a spider?"
"Yeah! I remember reading about this specific breed of spider in my grandfather's journal. They are more intelligent than normal Acromantula. As well as more inclined to eat human flesh than other species of magical spiders. Their breeding was banned in 1965."
"Interesting," Blaise said, incredibly interested in that particular topic.
"Spiders, what it had to be spiders?" Daphne muttered while Hermione nervously nodded at Daphne's words. Harriet hummed slightly at the wide path before her. They must be quite close. She wasn't afraid of bugs or anything like that. In fact, she was pretty interested to find out about these unique spiders. Maybe, Aragog was something more than just a regular pet.
"What should we do if we found a big colony of spiders?" Harriet asked. Blaise scratched his chin slightly.
"I admit I would like to have a few for myself."
"Uh, why would you need spiders for?" Nymphadora asked, baffled.
"Spiderweb is quite good for many reasons," Blaise answered quickly.
"That's true, especially if it is from an Acromantula. Their venom is of incredible value for potion making," Harriet added, already thinking of what she could do if they do, in fact, find an Acromantula.
"Their silk is incredibly sought after too. I have a few gowns made out of Acromantula weeb," Fleur added. "They are incredibly comfortable."
"Mmhm, I have a few panties made out of that spiderweb. My butt feels very comfy when I am wearing it," Nymphadora said, nodding at Fleur's statement.
"Alright, let's focus on what we have at hand first," Harriet stated. It wasn't time for her to think of a way to capitalize on what they should do once they found an Acromantula colony.
The group then slowly walked into the Dark Forest, hearing many strange noises and more deep sounds in the trees. It took no longer, perhaps half an hour until they reached a large clearing with broken trees and many spiderwebs covering the place.
"Yeah, this looks like an Acromantula colony," Neville whispered.
"Fantastic," Daphne muttered. "I am shaking in excitement."
Harriet chuckled while walking toward the colony without much caring for any danger that may occur. However, she did find herself annoyed at the many spiders crawling around. She shrugged them off once they started to crawl on her shoulder. Then, crawling in a small tunnel, the group reached a small area where it was clear that a giant spider lived.
"He's hiding there," Tina pointed to the small burrow covered in spiderwebs. Harriet nodded, noticing many tiny spiders moving towards the said cave.
"Who's there? Hagrid?"
A husky old voice came from within the dark den. The sound of something significant moving slowly towards them. The group of kids prepared for the worst. However, none of them looked particularly afraid. Disgusted, maybe, but never scared.
"We are... friends of Hagrid. You must be Aragog, aren't you?" Harriet called and smiled when she saw those large hairy legs slowly appearing from the shadows. Now, that is what I call an Acromantula! Harriet thought with glee, noticing the size of said spider. It was the size of a small elephant, and from what Harriet could see. Aragog had milky white eyes, showcasing his blindness.
"Yes. Hagrid has never sent people into our hollow before," Aragog said, staring at the group of kids before him. It came to him that there was something wrong with them. Called it a spider-sense. Aragog could almost shiver when he stared at the eyes of that girl with green eyes. But the other kids had a dangerous aura about them. He breathed deeply, moving his giant legs, spreading them, trying to look bigger. Aragog wanted to show that he wasn't afraid of them. Or at least trying.
"I wonder why," Fleur muttered, scoffing at the spiders slowly crawling from up the tress.
"There have been attacks in the school. A Basilisk is roaming the school's halls. I was wondering if you knew anything about it," Harriet asked, as Aragog and the rest of the spiders seemed to shiver at their mortal enemy running amuck.
"Just like before," Aragog whispered. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened."
"Fifty years ago, the Basilisk was set free. Do you know anything about it? Where the Chamber of Secrets is located, or who was the one who set the snake free?"
"No," Aragog replied. "We don't speak about it. I saw nothing but the box in which Hagrid kept me safe. When the attack took place, they blamed it on him!"
Harriet nodded, still feeling something was missing. Dumbledore said a Slytherin student was one of the people he suspected of having something to do with it. But, if that was the case. Then, it had to be someone connected to the Heir of Slytherin, just like now. If the person causing these problems was following the steps of whoever killed that girl. Then it had to be a Slytherin student. But that doesn't connect the dots. There's more going on here than just a simple killing. Harriet muttered slowly as he let her mind ponder the topic. Something is missing here... I can almost taste it. But what is?
Harriet thought deeply. "Where did the girl was found?" She then asked.
"In one of the bathrooms. The girl was cold and did not know what had even happened to her."
"A fast death, then," Blaise said. "Could it be the Killing Curse?"
"The Basilisk has deadly eyes. Maybe the girl saw them," Tina added.
"But... a bathroom?" Susan said.
"The Basilisk moves through the sewers," Fleur muttered. "Maybe the Chamber of Secrets entrance is in a bathroom?"
"That's an excellent point, Fluer," Blaise said. "Hogwarts is an old school, and the sewer system has been remodeled many times. Perhaps, the entrance was unknowingly covered when they remodeled the castle."
"And since Slytherin was one of the founders, he may have used his ability to speak with snakes to cover the entrance with something that only he could see or use. Maybe, that's the reason no one has ever found it. Think about the many secret rooms or walls! The Room of Requirements is one of those examples! Now imagine what Slytherin could have done to hide his chamber."
Everyone stared at Hermione with surprising faces, not thinking someone like Hermione would have thought in so many details at once. Even Fleur and Blaise were quite shocked by her mind. Harriet was smiling proudly at her.
"And... maybe the entrance is in a bathroom itself."
"Yeah!" Hermione exclaimed, but then she grew silent. "But if that is the case, the person setting the Basilisk free can speak with snakes."
"That's quite problematic," Harriet muttered, frowning, wondering if that was the case. She honestly thought it would be bizarre if someone could speak with snakes. The only other person Harriet knew who spoke with sneak was Voldemort. But she doubted Voldemort was currently in Hogwarts. However, as she thought about it. Harriet recalled Dumbledore's conversation about the Slytherin student he suspected.
Could it be? Harriet thought as she stared at Aragog.
"Aragog, was Hagrid framed? And if that's true, by whom?" Harriet asked.
"I didn't know his name, only that he was a Slytherin student. He searched for Hagrid and tried to kill me."
"I see."
"But he had something to hide... he seemed rather panicked about something. Maybe it was fear; maybe he didn't want the close to get close. I can only theorize."
Harriet hummed. She realized that some of her questions were answered, yet more were left in the air. Still, now she had something to do.
"Well, thank you for the answers," Harriet said. "We are-"
Harriet then heard a munching sound again. Everyone heard someone eating something, and it was then that they saw Tracey grabbing some of the tiny spiders and putting them in her mouth. The girl was eating spiders all along. The sound the poor spider made, as it cried while Tracey's teeth sunk into it, was quite loud. But so was the moaning of Tracey as she seemed to be enjoying the raw flavor of the arachnid.
"Are you kidding me?" Daphne whispered, gagging loudly.
"Well, now we know what she's been eating all along," Susan muttered.
"That's... well, Aragog, we are leaving now. Unless you wish for my friend here to eat all of your children.
Aragog would usually allow his children to eat those kids. But his instinct screamed at him that it would be suicide. He was looking at the small boy with mismatched colors in his eyes. The boy was staring at him with nothing but boredom and apathy. Then, the other dark-skinned boy was smiling at him, daring him to attack them. Aragog was not a fool. Those kids were anything but ordinary. That's why even his children looked to be intimidated by them.
"Goodbye, Hagrid friend."
Harriet smiled, but before she left, she looked back at him. "I'll see you later. I think we could find a peaceful agreement."
"Oh? An agreement about what?" Aragog asked.
"Soon, I think we could work something out."
Harriet said before turning away and leaving him behind. Aragog was left alone, wondering what type of agreement that girl would bring him. It didn't matter. He would likely have that group of kids as allies than enemies, that's for sure.
The group slowly returned to the castle, discussing what they had discovered. However, Harriet was still deep in thought about what happened and, more importantly, about who could be the one who was realizing the Basilisk.
"Blaise, I would like to know more about the Slytherin house of fifty years ago. I want to know who is this mysterious student. As well tried to find the bathroom where that girl was killed."
"Understood. I'll suggest speaking with some of the ghosts. Maybe they'll know something about what transpired it."
"We can also search the bathrooms," Hannah suggested.
"Mmhm, there are a lot of them," Fleur said. "But we can reduce them if only focus on the ones where it's for public use."
"Good. Also, try to find out where the murder happens. Maybe that would lead us right into the entrance."
"Excellent, for now-"
Harriet then stopped as the group heard the sound of people coming their way. "Hurry, hide!"
The group was capable of hiding in a broom closet, and while it was a tight space. It was enough for them. Or so it seems since they all were in uncomfortable positions.
"Hannah, your elbow is on my stomach," Daphne groaned.
"Sorry," Hannah replied.
"Hermione, your hair is in my mouth!" Susan hissed.
"Sorry!" Hermione stated.
"Neville, is that your elbow?" Blaise asked. "I hope it is your elbow. Please tell me, is your elbow the thing I feel behind me."
"No, it's not my elbow."
"Hush!" Harriet called, and the sound of steps could be heard outside the broom closet.
"Another student was attacked," Harriet's father stated.
"Bloody hell, we didn't even hear anything!" Sirius exclaimed. "We have been trying to enter the old sewers, but they are so old we are having a hard time exploring."
"Fucking shit," James groaned loudly. "This time is not a muggle-born, but a pureblood girl."
"What? A pureblood girl?"
"Yeah, a Slytherin girl by the name of Pansy Parkinson."
Everyone but Harriet froze, hearing that name.
"We found her in an empty hallway. She seems to have snuck out in the middle of the night. Why? We don't know."
"A pureblood girl getting attacked by the so-called Heir of Slytherin. That won't sit well with some of the students. Especially the ones in Slytherin. Still, Amelia is now aware of the situation. Expect a bloody hell tomorrow," James said with a deep sigh.
"James, it's the school close. What's going to happen with the students?"
"They'll be sent back home... then, well, I don't honestly don't know what would happen. But the safety of the students is first."
James and Sirius went away, allowing the group to step out of the broom closet. It was clear that some of them were perturbated by the fact one of their fellow Guardians was in a dire situation. Harriet didn't know, of course, that Pansy Parkinson was Shalltear, but the rest did, in fact, know that little detail. However, Harriet was now considering that something strange was happening in Hogwarts. A pureblood girl was attacked, which would definitely sting the next day.
And Harriet was right.
The next day, the news of what had taken place the night before was announced. It brought a sense of dread to every single student. The Slytherin students had a gloomy look on their faces since it was apparent none of them was safe now. That type of news would be a godsend in other instances, but not this time.
Yet, in Harriet's opinion, what was more interesting was the subtle war going on behind closed doors. Fudge had to come to the school with Amelia Bones to discuss what would happen. The Minister of Magic was set on keeping the school open and refusing to send the students away. It would make us look incompetent! We must keep the school open! Those were Fudge's words, and she wasn't there at the moment of such discussion. From what Sirus told her, Amelia's reaction was pure anger.
But it seems the school would remain open for a bit more. And it was a good thing, at least for Harriet.
So, for now, Aurors were on the lookout for the Basilisk and to guide the students to each class. However, Harriet wasn't going to just stop searching for an answer. And she could be very stubborn when she tries to find what she wants.
"It is here?" Harriet asked, looking at the strange bathroom. She was currently only with Nymphadora since it became clear that they needed to cover more land, so to speak. So, while Nymphadora and Harriet were searching the bathrooms for any type of clue. The rest were looking for different information to help Harriet find the truth about what was taking place in her endeavors.
"Yes, no one comes here," Nymphadora said. "This is the first place I thought when you say about a bathroom that could be involved in a murderous case."
"Oh, why is that?" Harriet asked.
"Because of Moaning Myrtle."
"Who?"
"I'm Moaning Myrtle!" A ghost appeared, surprising Harriet, who let a slight squeal.
"Where the fuck you came from?!" Harriet demanded.
"The toilet!" Myrtle replied with a scoff. "I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, moping Moaning Myrtle?"
Harriet sighed when she noticed the sudden sobbing emanating from the ghost.
"I apologize for interrupting your... depressing disposition. We were looking for some answers regarding a murder case fifty years ago. Do you know something about that?" Nymphadora asked.
"Oh! Of course, I know about that!" Myrtle replied quite happily. "The only Hogwart student killed in that time was me!"
Harriet glanced at the ghost, who seemed rather proud of her accomplishment.
"How did you die?" Harriet asked.
"Sigh, it was dreadful," Myrtle said softly. "It happened right here in this very cubicle. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in."
"Who?" Harriet asked the poor funny ghost.
"I don't know. I was distraught!" Myrtle shouted before changing her tone of voice. "But that person said something funny, a kind of made-up language. And I realized it was a boy, so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away! And then... I died."
Harriet frowned deeply, hearing that, now she has no doubt of who that student could be. That made up language. That was Parseltongue, no doubt. Harriet thought, now realizing something quite important.
"You may be seen the Basilisk directly into his eyes," Harriet said. "That's why you died so fast."
"Oh! That does explain it!" Myrtle exclaimed happily. "I always wondered what those big yellow eyes belong to."
"Where did you last see them?" Harriet asked, and Myrtle only pointed to the sink in the middle of the bathroom.
"This looks like a normal sink," Nymphadora said, but Harriet felt otherwise.
"Mmhm, I don't believe it," Harriet muttered, taking her time to inspect the sink. Then she saw a snake-like figure incrusted in one of the sink faucets. "Well, how convenient. This is it, Nymphadora. This is the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets."
"Ah... well, we do have good luck!" Nymphadora exclaimed. "But... what it is on the girl's lavatory? Was Slytherin a pervert?"
"Maybe the entrance was remodeled a while ago. Perhaps, Salazar Slytherin thought no one would dare to look in a girl's lavatory," Harriet whispered but then shivered at the worst outcome. "Or he truly was a pervert."
Nymphadora and Harriet just gagged at the idea, but it was to be considered.
"Myrtle, has anyone come here before? This year I mean," Harriet asked.
"Mm, not that I think so. Most times, I just ignore things. Unless it is those nasty children throwing books at me!"
"They throw books at you?" Nymphadora muttered. "That sound found."
"See! See! All kids are the same!" Myrtle yelled as she then flew away sobbing.
Harriet just rolled her eyes, noticing how useless the ghost girl was, but even though she couldn't get more information about who was opening the Chamber of Secrets. At least she now knows where the entrance was now.
"Well, let's go, Nymphadora."
Harriet then went to look after her father. She wasn't going to open the unknown, a dangerous gamble on her part if she did that. That would be incredibly stupid on Harriet's part. Harriet has never fought a Basilisk before, and more importantly. She has to find out who was responsible for the current attacks.
"I wonder where he is?" Harriet muttered, wondering where her father was.
"Maybe he's with Dumbledore?" Nymphadora said.
Harriet realized that was a good take and walked towards the headmaster's room, but she didn't have to walk more. Since just at the entrance, a large group of people was already there. But not all of them seemed particularly happy to be there.
"Dumbledore, this has gone too far! A pureblood girl has been attacked by this creature, and under your nose!"
Harriet frowned, staring at the person saying those words. "Lucius Malfoy?" She muttered.
"And it seems the entire ministry is here," Nymphadora added. "That's Fudge and Amelia."
"It took a pureblood girl for you to come here, minister," James drawled as the minister. Fudge nervously wiped his sweat.
"I was doing all I could to keep this nasty incident in control. Do you understand what would happen if someone told the Daily Prophet about this? It would be pandemonium in the International community! The British Minister of Magic would look incompetent!"
Fudge exclaimed, showing everyone that he only truly cared for the looks of his government and nothing more. Amelia and James only sneered at him.
"I believe the safety of the children is more important than what the Daily Prophet writes about you, minister Fudge," Amelia hissed.
"O-Of course it is!" Fudge stated, albeit reluctantly.
However, Lucius Malfoy seemed to be quite stressed out about something else. His arrogant demeanor didn't change, but the worry was in his eyes. Harriet wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't like it. He looks like someone who broke a glass and doesn't want anyone to find out. Harriet thought.
"We are doing everything we can," Dumbledore said.
"It's not enough," Lucius said, and everyone saw a giant smirk on his face. And pulled out a scroll. "That's why the other governs and I decided to put our foot down. This is an order of suspension."
Now that was surprising for everyone, including Harriet herself.
"The board of Governs believes that you have lost your touch. These attacks have proven that you cannot secure our kids' safety."
While Harriet wasn't particularly fond of Dumbledore. She couldn't deny that things could have been far worse with him in school. How does she know that? Simple, Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore, so if he dared to move or do something. Dumbledore would at least be here as a guarantee of safety. Although, Harriet wasn't sure if that was the case any longer. Maybe it was, or perhaps it wasn't.
Nevertheless, this was a suspicious move from Lucius, and everyone could see it. Dumbledore, being the man he was, was not surprised at all by Lucius's move. In fact, he seemed to be expecting it somehow.
"I understand," Dumbledore said. "If the governors desire my removal. Then, I'll step aside."
Dumbledore then glanced in Harriet's direction and smiled. "However, you will find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it."
Harriet frowned, wondering why he was looking at her in such fashion. The rest stared at her, noticing her presence. She would have told them about the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets, but she had no faith in Lucius or the minister. If Harriet told them she could speak with snakes and knew where the Chamber of Secrets was, who knows what they'll do with that information? Fudge would take all the glory for himself. He would try to use it to his advantage or cause a lot of problems for her, which Harriet would not allow. Especially Lucius Malfoy. Harriet didn't want him to know anything about it. So, that's why she kept quiet for now.
"Harriet, is something wrong?" James asked, and Harriet thought she'd speak with him once he was out of earshot from Fudge and Lucius. The Malfoy lord was just sneering at her, and Harriet would not give him the satisfaction of using the information she had at all.
"Nothing, dad, nothing is wrong."
"Alright," James sighed.
"Amelia, James, I'd like to speak with you in private back in my office. I would like a modicum of privacy in this matter," Fudge said, earning a glare from James and Amelia. They already know what type of discussion the fat minister wanted to have. He wanted to assert himself as their boss or something. Trying to get them to comply with his authority. A waste of time, neither James nor Amelia respected him. But he was still the minister of magic and did have some power to make their job difficult.
"I'll tell some of the Aurors to remain put while we are away," James muttered, annoyed.
"Do that. McGonagall already knows what to do if something happens."
Amelia and James followed the minister.
Harriet groaned internally, hating that the incompetent minister was in the school.
"Let's go, Nymphadora, let's met with the others," Harriet whispered, leaving his father, who glanced at her as she left.
"Found anything?" Harriet asked as she lumped on the chair, tired about the day.
"Besides, Tracey being the one keeping Hogwarts without spiders?" Daphne muttered, earning an insulted glare from Tracey.
"It's not my fault they taste good!"
"Ew, disgusting," Daphne muttered.
"Anything besides that," Harriet sighed.
"I have," Blaise said. "Look at this."
Blaise showed a photo of Slytherin students of 1943 and, in Harriet's humble opinion. There wasn't anyone who stood out. But soon, her eyes noticed a particular boy that seemed to hide behind the rest of his peers. No, that wasn't it.Harriet thought deeply, staring at the picture. She saw how the boy seemed to be sneering at the photo itself. But hid it well with a smile of pure arrogance.
"That boy, who is it?" She asked.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle," Blaise said. "He's the best student of that year. In fact, he's the best student in Slytherin in that entire generation. Top student. He was a Prefect and Head boy. A student with a clean record in the school."
"He looks rather suspicious," Fleur said as she brought Harriet to her lap, hugging her close and resting her chin on Harriet's shoulder. Harriet did appreciate the gesture as she leaned back, enjoying her mate's warmth.
"A perfect student, popular with the witches, and highly intelligent Slytherin? Of course, he's suspicious," Daphne said.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle... mmhm, could he be the one we are looking for?" Harriet muttered.
"He has quite the name," Hannah said.
"Tom," Neville muttered. "What would the odds be if Voldemort's real name was Tom?"
Harriet hummed before cackling loudly. "Voldemort's real name is Tom?" She couldn't hide her amusement at all; for some reason, her laughter was contagious since everyone started to laugh. It seemed almost too good to be the truth. The fact that the most powerful dark wizard in recent memory has the most common name was quite hilarious for someone like Harriet.
"Oh, can you imagine if his name had been Bob?" Harriet said, with tears in her eyes. "I would have died laughing."
"No wonder he created his own name. I would have done the same," Susan added.
"Alright, we can't lose track of time," Harriet said. "If Voldemort is this Tom Marvolo Riddle, then it would explain the incident fifty years ago. However, this doesn't explain why someone is doing it now."
"Could it be a child of his, maybe?" Nymphadora said. "Perhaps, Voldemort had a child, and now that child in Hogwarts trying to do his daddy's work."
"Mm, I don't believe it," Blaise told the group. "I know the Slytherin students, and none of them seemed to be involved in this. Besides, I doubt someone whose father is a powerful Dark Lord would not at least try to contact Harriet in some manner."
"They aren't that smart," Daphne nodded.
"Perhaps, he's a student in another house?"
"Could very well be," Blaise said. "But, I honestly doubt that Voldemort had a child. It doesn't feel like something he'll do."
"True, but this information does bring things to light."
Harriet had to admit that knowing that Voldemort was a student of Hogwarts wasn't truly surprising. It brought to light some of Dumbledore's actions as of late. However, now Harriet wonders why Dumbledore didn't tell everyone about Voldemort's true origins. The name Marvolo Riddle didn't sound like a noble one. Meaning that he was either a Muggleborn or a Half-blood. In fact, Harriet was more of a Pureblood than him, ironically. That information would cause Voldemort's more fervent followers to think twice before acting. It would also be a sort of personal victory if everyone knew that the egomaniac who wanted nothing but to cleanse the Wizarding World of Mudbloods was the son of a Muggle. It was poetry at its finest.
Still, Harriet now has some leverage for the next meeting and when they do. She would make sure to laugh in his face for his foolishness.
"Now that we know where the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets is, now is a matter of time before we know who is the so-called Heir of Slytherin," Harriet expressed. "I guess I should have thanked that fat whale of a man named Fudge if I had told my father about the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets. He and Dumbledore would have killed the Basilisk, but in doing so. The Heir of Slytherin would have hidden among the students."
Harriet then looked at the photo of the young student named Tom Marvolo Riddle. She scoffed at it. He seems somewhat cute. How annoying and what a shame. He is now an egg-looking man.
"Now we have an opportunity to find that student, and we will find it."
Harriet declared, not realizing that far away, in the Gryffindor tower. A certain red-haired girl was trembling in fear. She wanted to run away, hide and never come back to school. But that wasn't possible.
"I can't... no more," she whispered.
But while doing so. The girl with red hair was holding a particular diary, and that diary seemed to be preparing for its next move.