THE PAGES OF THE DIARY, began to blow as though caught in a high wind,
stopping halfway through the month of June. Coventina saw that the little square for June thirteenth seemed to have turned into a miniscule television screen.

"So we are watching the memories of someone who is currently watching the memories of someone else?" Evan comments which make everyone have headache.

The window was widening, she felt her body leave her bed, and she was
pitched headfirst through the opening in the page, into a whirl of color and shadow. She felt her feet her solid ground, and stood, shaking, as the blurred shapes around her came suddenly into focus.

She knew immediately where she was. This circular room with the
sleeping portraits was Dumbledore's office - but it wasn't Dumbledore
who was sitting behind the desk. A wizened, fraillooking wizard, bald
except for a few wisps of white hair, was reading a letter by candlelight. Coventina had never seen this man before.

"Dippet." Euphemia mutters. "Who?" Sirius questions. "The former headmaster of Hogwarts." Fleamont replies.

"Oh."

"Sir?" She said but the wizard didn't look up. He continued to read, frowning slightly. Coventina drew nearer to his desk and stammered, "Hello?" Still the wizard ignored her. He didn't seem even to have heard her. Thinking that the wizard might be deaf.

The wizard folded up the letter with a sigh, stood up, walked past Coventina without glancing at her, and went to draw the curtains at his window.

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.

Coventina 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, Coventina was little more than a phantom, completely invisible to the people of fifty years ago.

"Wow!" Dorcas grins seeing the old office.

"Is it me or does he have more fashion taste than Dumbledore?" Narcissa whispers to Pandora.

"He does." Regulus replies.

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
Coventina, but he, too, had jet-black hair.

"He is so hot!" Marlene and Dorcas exclaims loudly.

"Yet you are going to be married to
me." Rabastan chuckles.

"Hmfp!"

"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.

"That's explain why he never talk about his past." Orion thought. "He msut have really hate it."

"You are Muggle-born?" "Half-blood, sir," said Riddle. "Muggle father, witch mother." "And are both your parents -?"

"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."
Dipper clucked his tongue sympathetically.

"If I did not know him as much as I
does, I would have maybe pity him." Euphemia sighs.

"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..." He continued.

"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.

"He doesn't want to go back." Coventina thought. "Is he like me?"

"Don't worry! You will soon grow up in the Potter Manor with your family." A smile form on James's light pink lips.

"She totally will." Fleamont nods.

"Sir - if the person was caught - if it all stopped -" "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. Dippet sank back, looking faintly disappointed.

"You may go, Tom..." Riddle slid off his chair and slouched out of the room. Coventina followed him.

"Please stop being so curious," James frowns.

"She totally got it from you!" Marlene chuckles. "Not helping, Lene." James pouts.

"Never was going to."

Down the moving spiral staircase they went, emerging next to the
gargoyle in the darkening corridor. Riddle stopped, and so did Coventina, watching him.

She could tell that Riddle was doing some serious thinking. He was biting his lip, his forehead furrowed. Then, as though he had suddenly reached a decision, he hurried off, Coventina gliding noiselessly behind him.

They didn't see another person until they reached the entrance hall, when a tall wizard with long, sweeping auburn hair and a beard called to
Riddle from the marble staircase.

"What are you doing, wandering around this late, Tom?" Coventina snickers at the wizard. He was none other than a fifty-year younger
Dumbledore.

"Damn professor you had some look before!" Marlene smirks, many except Dumbledore got the insult in it.

"Thank you, my girl." Dumbledore smiles.

"I had to see the headmaster, sir," said Riddle. "Well, hurry off to bed," said Dumbledore, giving Riddle exactly the kind of penetrating stare Coventina knew so well. "Best not to roam the corridors these days. Not since... " He sighed heavily, bade Riddle good night, and strode off. Riddle watched him walk out of sight and then, moving quickly, headed straight down the stone steps to the dungeons, with Coventina in hot pursuit.

Riddle led her not into a hidden
passageway or a secret tunnel but to the very dungeon in which She had Potions with Snape. The torches hadn't been lit, and when Riddle pushed the door almost closed, Coventina could only just see him, standing stock-still by the door, watching the passage outside.

It felt to Coventina that they were there for at least an hour. All she could see was the figure of Riddle at the door, staring through the crack, waiting like a statue. And just when Coventina had stopped feeling expectant and tense and started wishing she could return to the present, she heard something move beyond the door.

Someone was creeping along the passage. She heard whoever it was
pass the dungeon where she and Riddle were hidden. Riddle, quiet as a
shadow, edged through the door and followed, Coventina too followed.

"Hm, let's hope that she is smarter than Riddle." Achilles sighs.

"Be careful." Euphemia mutters.

For perhaps five minutes they followed the footsteps, until Riddle
stopped suddenly, his head inclined
in the direction of new noises. Coventina heard a door creak open, and then someone speaking in a
hoarse whisper.

"C'mon... gotta get yeh outta here .... C'mon now... in the box..." There was something familiar about that voice.

"Is not that-" Sirius glances at Hagrid who was nervous before looking away.

"So this was how it's would go?" Orion watch carefully.

Riddle suddenly jumped around the corner. Coventina stepped out behind
him. She could see the dark outline of a huge boy who was crouching in front of an open door, a very large box next to it.

"Evening, Rubeus," said Riddle sharply. The boy slammed the door shut and stood up. "What yer doin' down here, Tom?"

Riddle stepped closer.

"HAGRID?!" Mant shoutes in disbelief.

"H'i?" Hagrid looks at everyone, many were confuses and some were judgemental.

"It's all over," he said. "I'm going to have to turn you in, Rubeus. "They're talking about closing Hogwarts if the attacks don't stop." "N" at d'yeh -"

"I don't think you meant to kill anyone. But monsters don't make
good pets. I suppose you just let it out for exercise and -"

"Hagrid would never allow one of his pet to kill someone! He may not know how to keep a secret but he is still careful." Remina comments.

"I hope you are right." Marlene tenses.

"It never killed no one!" said the large boy, backing against the closed door. From behind him, Coventina could hear a funny rustling and clicking.

"Come on, Rubeus," said Riddle, moving yet closer. "The dead girl's
parents will be here tomorrow. The least Hogwarts can do is make sure that the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered..."

"It wasn't him!" roared the boy, his voice echoing in the dark passage.

"He wouldn'! He never!" "Stand aside," said Riddle, drawing out his wand. His spell lit the corridor with a sudden flaming light. The door behind
the large boy flew open with such force it knocked him into the wall
opposite.

"Ouch!" an Hufflepuff comments. "I would have died from that." She speaks softly.

"Because you are too short and fragile?" Her Slytherin friend chuckles.

"I am only 5'4!!"

A vast, low-slung, hairy body and a tangle of black legs; a gleam of many eyes and a pair of razor-sharp pincers - Riddle raised his wand again, but he was too late.

The thing bowled him over as it scuttled away, tearing up the corridor and out of sight. Riddle scrambled to his feet, looking after it; he raised his wand, but the huge boy leapt on him, seized his wand, and threw him back down, yelling, "NOOOOO!!!"

"I am going to have nightmare." Barty shrink in his place. "Same." Rabastan frowns.

"What a chicken." Rodolphus roll his eyes.

"Shut up dolphin!!"

The scene whirled, the darkness became complete; Coventina felt herself falling and, with a crash, she landed on her king-sized bed and regain her breath.

Coventina was amazed.

"Oh Merlin," A Ravenclaw sighs.