𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

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Morana sat on her bed, in her hand was the diary that was at the Malfoy Manor. She opened only to find it blank, there were only a name in it.

"T. M. Riddle?" She muttered.

Morana couldn't explain, even to herself, why she didn't just throw Riddle's diary away. The fact was that even though she knew the diary was blank, she kept absentmindedly picking it up and turning the pages, as though it were a story he wanted to finish.

And while Morana was sure she had never heard the name T. M. Riddle before, it still seemed to mean something to her almost as though Riddle was someone important to her, someone she had forgetten.

The sun had now begun to shine weakly on Hogwarts again. Insidethe castle, the mood had grown more hopeful. There had been no more attacks since those on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, and
Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the Mandrakes were becoming moody and secretive, meaning that they were fast leaving childhood.

"What's going on?" Morana asked her friends, sitting down and wiping confetti off her bacon.

Daphne pointed to the teachers' table, apparently too disgusted to speak.
Lockhart, wearing lurid pink robes to match the decorations, was waving for silence. The teachers on either side of him were looking stony-faced. From where he sat, Harry could see a muscle going in Professor McGonagall's cheek. Snape looked as though someone had
just fed him a large beaker of Skele-Gro.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouted.

"And may I thank the forty-six people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all - and it doesn't end here!" Lockhart clapped his hands and through the doors to the entrance hall marched a dozen surly-looking dwarfs. Not just any dwarfs, however.
Lockhart had them all wearing golden wings and carrying harps.

Aries stood up and took out a basket of chocolate and give it to Morana,follow by Perseus. "Thank you!" She smiled.

"No problem." The cousins muttered.

When Morana went to bed before anyone else in her dormitory that night. This was partly because she didn't think she could stand Lockhart singing.

Who would?

"My name is Morana Potter." She write in the diary. The words shone momentarily on the page and they, too, sank without trace. Then, at last, something happened.

Oozing back out of the page, in his very own ink, came words Morana had never written.

"Hello, Morana,  My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come by my diary?" These words, too, faded away, but not before Morana had started to scribble back.

"I fount it at the Malfoy Manor," She wait eagerly for Riddle's answer.

"Lucky that I recorded my memories in some more lasting way than ink. But I always knew that there would be those who would not want this diary read. "

"What do you mean?" Morana scrawled, blotting the page in his excitement.

"It mean that this diary holds memories of terrible things. Things that were
covered up. Things that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. " Write Riddle.

"That's where I am now," Morana wrote quickly. "I'm at Hogwarts, and horrible stuff's been happening. Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"

His heart was hammering. Riddle's reply came quickly, his writing becoming untidier, as though he was hurrying to tell all he knew.

"Of course I know about the Chamber of Secrets. In my day, they told us it was a legend, that it did not exist. But this was a lie. In my fifth year, the Chamber was opened and the monster attacked several students, finally killing one. I caught the person whod opened the Chamber and he was expelled. But the Headmaster,"

"Professor Dippet, ashamed that such a thing had happened at Hogwarts, forbade me to tell the truth. A story was given out that thegirl had died in a freak accident. They gave me a nice, shiny, engraved trophy for my trouble and warned me to keep my mouth shut. But I knew it could happen again. The monster lived on, and the one who had the power to release it was not imprisoned. "

"It's happening again now. There have been three attacks and no one seems to know who's behind them. Who was it last time?" Morana asked, she was upset.

"I can show you, if you like, "came Riddle's reply. "You don't have to take my word for it. I can take you inside my memory of the night when I caught him."

Morana sighed, there were no doubt that this Riddle was powerful,she looked at Nagini who look comfortable, too comfortable.

"Go to father if anything happened to me." She hissed in perseltongue to Nagini before agreeing with Riddle.

Morana gulped, she was a like a ghost, a pretty ghost, she was invisible to others.

The sky outside the window was ruby-red; it seemed to be sunset.
The wizard went back to the desk, sat down, and twiddled his thumbs,
watching the door.

Morana looked around the office. No Fawkes the phoenix - no whirring silver contraptions. This was Hogwarts as Riddle had known it, meaning that this unknown wizard was Headmaster, not Dumbledore, and she, Morana, was little more than a phantom, completely invisible to the people of fifty years ago.
There was a knock on the office door.

There was a knock on the office door.
"Enter," said the old wizard in a feeble voice.

A boy of about sixteen entered, taking off his pointed hat. A silver prefect's badge was glinting on his chest. He was much taller than Morana, but he, too, had jet-black hair.

"Ah, Riddle," said the Headmaster. "You wanted to see me, Professor Dippet?" said Riddle. He looked nervous.

"Sit down," said Dippet. "I've just been reading the letter you sent me. "Oh," said Riddle. He sat down, gripping his hands together very tightly.

"My dear boy," said Dipper kindly, "I cannot possibly let you stay at school over the summer. Surely you want to go home for the holidays?"

"No," said Riddle at once. "Id much rather stay at Hogwarts than go back to that - to that -"

"You live in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, I believe?" said Dippet curiously.

"Yes, sir," said Riddle, reddening slightly. Morana looked at him sadly, she could not imagine not having parents, her lovely parents that always spoiled her.

"You are Muggle-born?"

"Half-blood, sir," said Riddle. "Muggle father, witch mother."

"And are both your parents -?"

Morana felt annoyed at thise headmaster, it reminded her of Dumbledore himself.

"My mother died just after I was born, sir. They told me at the orphanage she lived just long enough to name me - Tom after my father, Marvolo after my grandfather."

"Marvolo?" Morana muttered in confusion as she walked closer.

Dipper clucked his tongue sympathetically.

"The thing is, Tom," he sighed, "Special arrangements might have been
made for you, but in the current circumstances." "You mean all
these attacks, sir?" said Riddle.

"Precisely," said the headmaster. "My dear boy, you must see how foolish it would be of me to allow you to remain at the castle when term ends. Particularly in light of the recent tragedy ... the death of that poor little girl .... You will be safer by far at your orphanage. As a matter of fact, the Ministry of Magic is even now talking about closing the school. We are no nearer locating the er - source of all
this unpleasantness." Riddle's eyes had widened.

"Sir - if the person was caught - if it all stopped -" Morana tilted her head.

"What do you mean?" said Dippet with a squeak in his voice, sitting up in his chair. "Riddle, do you mean you know something about these attacks?" "No, sir," said Riddle quickly. But Morana was sure it was the same sort of "no" that she herself had given Dumbledore.

"Why were we so similar? Even our look. He look a lot like Mattheo." Morana thought.

There were more to find out.