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By the time the school had started back up, Harry was told by Draco that Hermione had been in the infirmary because she had gotten sick, she became so bad that she didn't want anyone to see her in case she spread the sickness.

Harry instantly got her a Get-Well card and small teddy bear, feeling himself blush the entire time because of the look of awe and almost tears in her eyes.

"Harry, you didn't have to," Hermione said with teary eyes.

"You're my friend," Harry muttered embarrassed as he shifted from foot to foot.

Hermione didn't seem to be able to say anything as she wiped her eyes and pulled Harry in a hug. Unknown to Harry, this was the first time beside Christmas that she really knew that she had friends. It was still foreign to her from her years before Hogwarts.

"Um, yeah, so I'll just...see you around...or something," Harry muttered as his face almost became as Red as the Weasley family hair.

Hermione just chuckled softly as her friend fled from her and shook her head fondly. Only Harry would be embarrassed about giving a friend a get-well gift.

As he was walking away, he noticed Finch muttering under his breath about talking to Dumbledore finally or something. Pausing and wondering what's wrong with his other friend, Harry went the way he had exited and saw a puddle outside Myrtle's Bathroom.

He's heard about Myrtle, she was a ghost that had a habit of crying and seemed to make her base the girl's bathroom, making them use other ones instead of hers.

Though, Harry just felt bad for Myrtle, to him, she shouldn't have become a ghost unless through magical means, because if it had been through a mortal death (or nonmagical he should say given how young she was) her magic wouldn't have been pulled to stay in the plane.

She was obviously distraught about something, and with how much she cries and people make fun of her, Harry wondered where her friends were. If she had any at least.

Steeling himself up and glancing around for anyone, he slipped into the bathroom. If she didn't have any friends, then he would be her friend. Everyone deserves a friend, he knew what it was like to not have any.

Myrtle, or as others commonly called her: Moaning Myrtle, sat in a stall and was crying seemingly louder than what he had heard outside of the bathroom.

"Myrtle, are you okay?" Harry asked gently as he moved to stand in front of her.

"Who's that?" glugged Myrtle miserably. "Come to throw something else at me?"

Harry waded across to her stall and said, "Why would I throw something at you?"

"Don't ask me," Myrtle shouted, emerging with a wave of yet more water, which splashed onto the already sopping floor. "Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me. . . ." (- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Page 229-230) After that she had burst into tears once more, spilling more water on the floor.

Harry moved closer, not minding the fact his shoes were starting to get wet. Kneeling in front of her, Harry calmed upon his magic and concentrated it in his hands as he rested one against her knee to draw her attention.

She startled so bad that Harry almost felt guilty but he pushed the guilt aside as her teary eyes met his.

"I'm sorry that someone threw a book at you Myrtle, it's probably uncomfortable, having something thrown at you even if you don't feel it. I'm sure it startled you really badly," Harry murmured softly.

Myrtle had sniffed hard and wiped her eyes with her hands. "It did," she said softly and it reminded Harry of a small child that had scraped their knee and was only crying because of the small shock.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Harry asked just as softly.

Myrtle was starting to cry again and Harry panicked for a moment thinking he messed up. "No, but thank you. No one's ever asked before. You're very kind," she said as tears gathered in her eyes.

"No, no, no! Don't cry. I'm sorry for making you cry!" Harry panicky said as some tears started falling again, though this time softly.

Myrtle had giggled through her tears as she once again wiped them. "You didn't do anything wrong, I'm just crying because you're very kind," she said softly as the tears slowly started to stop once more.

"Oh, um, okay," Harry said awkwardly not understanding why she was crying if nothing was wrong. "Was there anything I could do?"

Myrtle just shook her head before glancing around and instantly zoomed in on something on the floor. "Could you take it away from me?" she said softly.

Harry looked at where she had glanced to and saw a small, thin book lay there. It had a shabby black cover and was as wet as everything else in the bathroom.

"Who threw it at you, anyway?" asked Harry.

"I don't know. . . . I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death, and it fell right through the top of my head," (- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Page 230) Mrytle explained as Harry walked over to the diary.

He hesitated in picking it up, his magic urging him to not touch the book or get close to it. In the end, Harry took off his robe and threw it on top of the book and picked it up carefully.

"I'm happy to talk to you again, Myrtle, perhaps I'll stop by soon. I want to look as the diary and try to talk to it's owner. See if they might know who threw it at you," Harry said.

"Why do you think the Owner wouldn't?" Myrtle asked curiously.

"Because no one throws a Diary away, they might toss it in the trash. But it takes someone who really wants nothing to do with it to toss it into a toilet. That's like shoving someone's head in one, really takes some anger and disgust to do it," Harry told her.

With exchanging goodbye's, Harry left the bathroom and carefully took the diary back to his room.

Once there and noting the Neville wasn't there, he placed the book still wrapped in his robe on his desk.

Thinking, Harry walked to his trunk and opened it. Running his hands along the roof of the trunk, Harry felt with his magic the small switch he was trying to find that was hidden along with the actual wood of the trunk.

Finding the small switch, Harry pushed it and watched the false wall of the trunk top fall. Catching it smoothly, Harry placed it aside and saw Lunar coo softly from his bed as she eagerly went to the end of the bed where he was at and cooed once more.

Pushing aside the small meat that was on a stasis charm, Harry chuckled softly, "Sorry girl, no treats right now. I need something else from this," Harry said.

Moving the small fresh meat pack he had, along with the owl treats, Harry finally found what he was looking for.

He found his glove collection that had gardening ones; Dragon Scaled for potioning; Pixie Blessed gloves that negated Fairy Magic; and, finally the ones he was searching for, Unicorn Blessed that negated any Dark Magic in an object.

Grabbing the Unicorn Blessed and slipping them on, he walked back over the diary and slowly pulled it from his robes. Glancing at the robes and feeling some of the Dark Magic cling to it, he walked it to the metal trash bin that Neville and he had in the rooms and dropped it into it. Grabbing the container, he pulled it to Lunar who was looking curiously at him.

"Burn the cloth," Harry said softly and watched her pull back her snout and blow some embers in the bin. Watching it catch the robes on fire instantly, Harry pushed some of his magic into the bin just in case she had burned too much.

He didn't want to try and explain to Neville why their Trash Bin had been melted, even slightly. Setting it aside and putting some magic around it to contain the fire, Harry went back to the book.

"Now let's see what you're about," Harry muttered. After double checking his gloves, he pulled open the cover of the book.

With it still went and feel the dark magic, Harry reluctantly didn't use his magic to dry it and instead wondered what he should do.

Shrugging, he called upon Willow, one of Hogwarts' House Elves.

"Heir Harry has called upon Willow?" Willow asked softly as she bowed her head slightly in respect.

"Could you grab me a bag of rice? And maybe a large bowl. That is, if you time? It's not urgent if you are helping make dinner," Harry asked softly.

"Willow be getting Heir Harry bag of rice and big bowl," Willow said softly with a smile and eagerness.

"Thank you, Willow," Harry said as he turned back to the book.

Opening it carefully, he noted just at the bottom of the first page the name "T.M.Riddle" in smudged ink.

"T.M.Riddle?" Harry muttered to himself confused. "As in Tom's? What is his diary, or is it journal, doing at Hogwarts?"

Turning another page, Harry noted that it was blank. Maybe Tom had done a muggle trip and it would only be revealed from lemon juice, or light? No, he wouldn't have reason to, it's a journal, not a way of communication.

Especially with the dark magic that was seeping into it's very pages. There was something there he just couldn't tell what.

Leaving it alone, he muttered another thanks to Willow as she brought a bag of rice and a bowl.

Letting the rice fall into the bottom of the bowl, Harry stopped pouring enough to put the book in an upright position (to allow water to drip down) into the bowl before filling it up with more rice.

"It works with phones, might work for books too," Harry muttered.

Pushing the bowl aside, Harry went back to his still open trunk and took off the gloves before replacing the false wall. Though, he didn't close it just yet, grabbing a sticky note and pen he kept, he wrote on it telling Neville to not touch the bowl or book for safety reasons.

With the sticky in hand, Harry closed his trunk and allowed it to lock itself once more, placing the note in front of the bowl, Harry turned to Lunar (who had once more curled on his pillow with Uranus and Neptune by her head) and told them sternly, "For safety, don't touch the bowl, rice, or book in there. Alright?" Harry asked with seriousness.

His three friends looked at him, there was a small pause as the processed what he said before Lunar uncurled and walked to Harry. Climbing his side, she rested against his shoulders like some cat and rubbed her head against his hair.

Neptune and Uranus chirped before making a show of moving their small nest (it was a box of clipped old blankets and small pillows, from the wall of his headboard to the wall of the end of his bed.

"Alright, thank you guys," Harry said softly as he rubbed under Lunar's chin. Hearing her rumbling softly and smoke slightly leave her nostrils as she enjoyed the scratch.

After a week of letting it dry and replacing the rice, Harry still had no idea what was in the journal. The pages he carefully pulled apart didn't have any writing; in fact, the only writing that was actually on the page was the name and date that Tom had gotten the journal.

Which left Harry wondering what it was hiding, and it as hiding something, so Harry put it aside and carefully instructed Neville to not touch it, which his friend did with only a shrug and confirmation.

Gilderoy Lockhart seemed to think he himself had made the attacks stop. Harry overheard him telling Professor McGonagall so while the Gryffindors were lining up for Transfiguration.

"I don't think there'll be any more trouble, Minerva," he said, tapping his nose knowingly and winking. "I think the Chamber has been locked for good this time. The culprit must have known it was only a matter of time before I caught him. Rather sensible to stop now, before I came down hard on him.

"You know, what the school needs now is a morale-booster. Wash away the memories of last term! I won't say any more just now, but I think I know just the thing. . . ."

He tapped his nose again and strode off. Lockhart's idea of a morale-booster became clear at breakfast time on February fourteenth. Harry hadn't had much sleep and he hurried down to the Great Hall, slightly late. He thought, for a moment, that he'd walked through the wrong doors.

The walls were all covered with large, lurid pink flowers. Worse still, heart-shaped confetti was falling from the pale blue ceiling.

Harry went over to the Hufflepuff table, where Neville was sitting looking sickened.

"What's going on?" Harry asked them, sitting down and wiping confetti off his bacon.

Neville 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.

"My friendly, card-carrying cupids!" beamed Lockhart. "They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn't stop here! I'm sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion! And while you're at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly old dog!"

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands. Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison. (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page 235-237)

Harry sighed, feeling like this day was his doom.

All day long, the dwarfs kept barging into their classes to deliver valentines, to the annoyance of the teachers, and late that afternoon as the Hufflepuffs were walking downstairs for Potions, one of the dwarfs caught up with Harry.

"Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!" shouted a particularly grim-looking dwarf, elbowing people out of the way to get to Harry.

Hot all over at the thought of being given a valentine in front of a line of first years Harry tried to escape. The dwarf, however, cut his way through the crowd by kicking people's shins, and reached him before he'd gone two paces.

"I've got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person," he said, twanging his harp in a threatening sort of way.

"This is a Nope from me," Harry said

"Stay still !" grunted the dwarf, grabbing hold of Harry's bag and pulling him back.

"Let me go!" Harry snarled,but not wanting his bag to be ripped (it was a Muggle Bag) he stayed put and covered his flaming face with a hand hoping his torture will be over.

"What's going on here?" came the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.

"What's all this commotion?" said another familiar voice as Percy Weasley arrived.

"Right," he said,  "Here is your singing valentine:

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,His hair is as dark as a blackboard.I wish he was mine, he's really divine,

The hero who conquered the Dark Lord." 

Harry would have given all the gold in Gringotts to evaporate on the spot. Trying valiantly to laugh along with everyone else, as Percy Weasley did his best to disperse the crowd, some of whom were crying with mirth.

"Off you go, off you go, the bell rang five minutes ago, off to class, now," he said, shooing some of the younger students away.

Harry quickly grabbed Neville and Draco as he tried not to laugh and be embarrassed at the same time.

"I feel bad for you, mate," Neville said laughing as Harry pulled his friends away. Draco not helping as he was laughing as bad as Neville.

"Shut it, mate," Harry replied back, shoving Neville and Draco forward, though it wasn't hard, they both stumbled from their continue laughing.

"Worst. Mates. Ever," Harry said deadpanned even as the corner of his lips twitched.

Giggling, Draco tried to calm himself to talk. "That...that song. Was absolutely the worst," Draco giggled again after he finished.

"His eyes, so green as fresh pickled toad," Neville said with a small fan girl wave to his face before he broke and burst out laughing again.

"You forgot," Draco started and put a hand against his chest as he said in a girlish voice, "his hair as dark as a blackboard."

Watching his friends making fools of themselves at his expanse, Harry just rolled his eyes with a smile."I wish he was mine, he's so divine," Harry's girlish voice sighed dramatically at the end and all three of them burst out laughing.

Finally catching their breath, the trio entered potions where Snape raised an unamused eyebrow.

"Where do you three think you were?" he asked unamused as the class was silent but ready to hear their excuse.

"Blame Lockhart," Harry instantly blurted feeling a blush make its way back to his cheeks. "He's the one who has the dwarfs around. One wouldn't let me go until it finished singing."

"Hmm," Snape hummed looking unamused but he gestured toward the three open seats. "Don't make it a habit. Take your seats, you're already behind," he said amused.

Harry instantly sat by Neville while Draco sat with Blaise.

"Nice save," Blaise whispered to them.

"Wasn't a save, truth," Draco whispered back as Blaise raised an eyebrow, looking to see if Draco really was telling the truth he nodded softly. And that was that.

Alright, so that might seem harsh with the scene about Harry, Neville, and Draco mocking Ginny's song; but let's be real, if that song had been played to you, you and your friends would totally mock it. Real mates would also mock their friend for the song actually being delivered to them.

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