I bend through my knees and touched it.
Even though there was a dagger in it and it was way dirtier than the last time I saw it, there was no doubt in my mind about what it was.
The diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle.
An infamous work that showed the greatness of Lord Voldemort in more than one way. Not many wizards would have managed to copy the example giving by him to make a diary, completely capeable of thinking, writing back and even appearing when given enough energy, merely based on someone's memory.
It was a nicely performed piece of art, that I had helped creating, saw being born and loved ever since.
The diary was the first example of the great powers Voldemort and his army posessed: powers such as wisdom and strength, talent and determination.
And even though it seemed as if Harry carefully destroyed the diary completely, I knew it was merely out of function.
A dagger could not be enough to destroy a magic as powerful as the one used on this diary, no.
My hand slowly caressed the surface of the diary and suddenly, before I even realised it, I pulled out the dagger.
A small scream escaped from the diary, which proved to me, that it was still alive.
Or as alive as a diary can be.
I opened the diary, grabbed a pencil out of my schoolbag and started writing, while I forgot everything around me, including Moloki or the fact this place was not safe at all.
The only thing I could concentrate on was the diary. On bringing it back to life.
Oooooh...*waits in excitement*
Harry's P.O.V
Wherever he was now, it was cold here. And dark.
Harry wondered where this passage was leading him too, but he knew it was to a place below, because, in the mere light of Lumos, he could see the path going down.
"Wonderful," he said sarcastically. "Who in the right mind goes through a path like this? It's awful."
He imagined how Hermione would tell him that it was a stupid idea to follow Robyn down here and that Robyn was probably up to no good anyway by going into this secret passage.
Then he imagined how Ron would say: "Bloody briliant!" as he says about most things Robyn does.
Harry shoke his head laughing. The night before, Ron had told Harry about this certain problem he had, having to choose between Hermione and Robyn. Then Harry figured he had the same problem.
He had known Hermione for six years now, and they were very close friends, always hanging out together etc, but there was something about Robyn, something he could not explain. She had a certain energy and a way of looking at life that was special and extraordinary. The one moment she could laugh, the other she could look depressed. Harry had never met anyone with such moodswings before, let alone someone who seemed so independent. It seemed as if Robyn did not need anyone to survive. If she had no friends, no family, no love...She would be able to survive even then. She was strong, but at the same thing also very vonourable.
All these thoughts haunted Harry's mind, as he managed to find himself a way through the dark passage. He thought about Robyn non-stop now, which was not that unsual, seeing as he was looking for her.
But then another, more worrying thought crossed his mind: it was not only now that he thought about Robyn a lot.
Sometimes, he used to think: What if Robyn was here? How would Robyn react to this?
For some reason, the fact that he thought that way, worried him as he continued his way into the darkness.
Oooh Harry thinks about Robyn that way...^_^
Robyn's P.O.V
Slowly the pencil touched the paper of the diary, as I began to write.
Hey there.
Who are you?
I am Robyn Nightinggale. Don't you remember?
Robyn? No, that's impossible...
Impossible, yes, but true.
Luck must be...on my side...today.
It sure is. But you seem weak still. For the record, we're still in the Chamber of Secrets and it's been four years since you opened it. The Basilisk was in a coma all that time, but she's still alive. I strengthened her a little. Then I noticed you and ofcourse, I had to see if you were alive still too.
Potter...Dagger...Locked me...Up...In here...Again...
I know the history. I have good news for you though that will certainly lift your spirits up. The Dark Lord is alive and kicking and looks just about the age as you look.
But...how is that possible?
He ordered me to drink his blood and turn him into a vampire. But there's a lot you don't know yet...
So...You're...We're...Still together now?
There was something about the person in this diary, the young Tom Riddle, that stroke my heart. He was as I firstly remembered Tom, a young and independent, handsome boy, with a determination that could not be seen in many people. Someone who was willing to sacrifice a lot in order to achieve their goals. A winner. But also, he had a soft side not many people knew of...The side that was speaking to me now...The friend, the lover.
In a way, yes. I answered.
I'm...still...weak...Talk to me...
Well, seeing as we're in the Chamber of Secrets here, it's not really safe for me to talk to you here, Tom... But alright, I'll talk for five minutes. As you already know, fifteen years ago, Voldemort wanted to kill off a boy who was mentioned in a prophecy to him: a boy who would be able to destroy him and all he had built. That night, Voldemort had a hard time deciding who to kill: a pureblood boy named Neville Longbottom or a half-blood named Harry Potter. As we all know, he went after Harry, but only after I told him to. I was still jealous because of what James had done to me and I longed for my revenge. So, that night, Voldemort killed James and Lilly, but then, he wanted to kill Harry and I...I just blocked. I don't know what happened to me that night, Tom, but I realised I could not kill an innocent baby. So I blocked Voldemort's attack, causing Harry to survive Avada Kedavra with only one scar left of it, and signed my death papers by doing that. I thought Voldemort would kill me, but instead, he decided to let me live, as he dissapeared, a broken man, who would only be fully recovered ten years later. While Voldemort spend his time God-knows-where, I stayed close to Harry Potter, for a reason unknown to me, I watched over him, I saw him growing up, and in a way it was as if I was part of his life, even though I made sure he never saw me. Everyone forgot about me and ought me dead. Rumours were that Voldemort had killed me. Nothing was less true, I'm afraid, because I was still alive, only not willing to tell anyone. When Harry left the house he grew up in to go to Hogwarts, I didn't follow him. I decided he should have grown up by now and should be able to defend himself against Voldemort. I would not interfere in any fight between them again, for I knew, if I did, I would die. But in all these years, more than five years already, Voldemort has not managed to defeat Harry yet. Instead, he wants me to kill Harry now. Firstly, he attacked me along with some of his Death Eaters this summer, forced me into changing him into a vampire to give him even more strength than he already posesses, next the orders me to kill an innocent boy...
Harry Potter is not...innocent. I cannot understand why you want to defend him...He can take Voldemort down...
I see you're regaining strength...That's good...I can't explain why I think Harry is innocent, Tom. It's not like Harry asked for his powers. One way or another, he doesn't seem that powerful to me...He's just an average wizard, I believe.
Your beliefs are wrong, I must say, Robyn. There is no average wizard who would be able to defeat me the way Potter did, oh no. He grabbed the sword, the sword of Godric Gryffindor in order to fight me, he killed...or well comatised the Basilisk till I could barely stay in contact with her through our telepathic band...He saved Ginny Weasley from what would be a horrible death without even getting hurt badly! Potter is everything but an ordinary wizard, Robyn. He's a dangerous individual that should be killed.
Maybe. But whatever way, he is not supposed to be killed by me, Tom. I have no grudge against him, I have no reason to kill him. If the prophecy is true, than Voldemort should kill him. But he's too scared for his own life, even though he is as close to immortality as possible now!
Don't talk about him that way, Robyn. I know you don't mean it...
You're right. I don't mean it...and we don't have time for this shit anyway. I'll bring you up to my room and I'll talk to you later on then, okay? It's not safe here...
Alright. Don't wait too long, I still feel weak...And take the passage behind the statue, it leads directly to the Slytherin common room.
I won't, don't worry. And alright then!
I grabbed the diary, jerked it into my schoolbag and got up.
"I'll come back as soon as I find a potion, Moloki!" I yelled at the Basilisk, before I took the other secret passage, out of the Chamber of Secrets.
And not a moment too early.
GO TO THE RESULTS TO READ A PREVIEW OF THE NEXT PART!!!
Harry walked into the Chamber of Secrets.
He gasped. He had never expected the passage to end up in here.
Voldemort probably knew that. Harry thought bitter.
He could still feel the hatred hanging in the air in the Chamber of Secrets. The hatred he felt when he was fighting Voldemort.
He shrugged the feelings off and looked around to see if he could spot Robyn. But firstly, he wanted to check if everything in the room was right where he left it and Voldemort was not alive again.
Hundreds of times before he had wanted to go down to the Chamber again, but the only passage he knew of, before today, was blocked. He had wanted to go here to check if Voldemort's diary was still intact, dissapeared or not changed at all, but he could not...Until now.
Harry looked at the Basilisk, who was still dead, and sighed relieved. Then he looked into the other direction and for a moment, his heart really stopped beating.
On the floor, there was the dagger that he had put so violently into the diary of Tom Riddle just about four years ago.
The diary was gone.
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