I sat down by the fire with an opened book on the floor. Well, technically it was my diary. This diary was the reason I had transferred schools. It held many of my secrets. It held every bit of the past and future I had stepped into. I read through it, adding extra pages, removing ink smudges. I would write more in it later tonight.

"Hello," a voice said from behind my shoulder. I felt a finger tap on it.

I jumped and shut the book as quick as I could. I knew it was too dangerous to read through it, let alone bring it into the common room. I looked behind my shoulder. I was met with the same blond hair and the same brown eyes I had been gazing into at the great hall. The fire was camouflaging in his pupils, dancing around like a flame torch.

"Hello," I replied, clearing my throat. "Is there something you needed?"

The boy, Billy was his name, scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not looking at me. Blood was rushing to his cheeks. "Er, yeah. Uh. Do you think I could have my quill back?"

"Huh?"

"You're kind of sitting on it."

Wide eyed, I scrambled off the floor. There, lying beneath where I had been sitting, was a simple quill. I pursed my lips to stop the heat rising in my cheeks from embarrassment. I didn't want him to take his quill back knowing that my buttocks had been sitting on it. I picked it up gently and held it out to him.

"Um, sorry," I said, looking up into his golden brown eyes.

I gasped.

A blue eyed, fourth year Ravenclaw with long, blonde locks that reached her waist skipped through Hogwarts' corridors with books pressed against her chest. She was humming and gazing around absently, ignoring all the laughs that had been thrown her way. And if I looked closely, I could see her name inked in her books.

Luna Lovegood.

She was a future relative of Billy and Hannah.

Breathing out, now that I was in the present, I was staring right back into those brown eyes.

"It really isn't a problem," he chuckled, taking his quill back. He held his books against his chest just like the Luna girl did. He stuck his hand out. "I'm Billy Lovegood. Perhaps you know my sister."

"Abigail Benjamin, and yeah, I met her today," I replied, shaking his hand.

"A bit weird, is she not?"

"Lovely, actually."

"Really? You think so?"

"Yes, I do."

We were still shaking hands. Billy and I glanced down at our shaking hands and we ended up smirking, and then we ended up laughing. Taking my hand back to my side, I said goodbye to Billy and rushed up to my dormitory.

I needed to write in my diary. I hadn't written in there for so long.

Dipping my quill into a spare jar of ink, I began to write down the things I'd seen as soon as I had come to Hogwarts. Two visions of the past with Tom Riddle, and one vision of the future with Billy Lovegood. I had to let out the visions I'd seen to get it off of my chest, and perhaps, when/if I decide to have children, I'd be able to pass it down to them, let them know the encounters I had come across.

Since the diary was much a part of me, only I could unlock it. After what happened at Beauxbatons -a bunch of sick-minded girls who had found out about me by reading the diary- I made sure to put a password on it. I never spoke of the password. I just spelled it in the air above my diary and it opened.

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Two Weeks Later

"Divination," Allison muttered one morning at breakfast. She sounded disappointed and annoyed. Sarcasm dripping from her lips, she added, "Yay."

"Divination is quite fascinating, I don't really see why either of you don't enjoy it," Chris said in a matter-of-fact tone, eyes scanning the food on the table.

"Oh, I never said anything about not enjoying it," I smiled. Of course I didn't have a problem with divination. Divination was practically my life. Something I was good at for a change. "I love divination."

"I love divination, too." A funky looking girl with big goofy glasses spoke up from down the table. She looked about twelve or thirteen. She pressed her glasses closer to her eyes- mind you these glasses made her eyes pop out- as if she couldn't see us properly. "I'm Sybil Trelawney."

"Hi, Sybil," Ally snickered and smirked down at her food. She looked up at me and mouthed 'crazy.'

'That's not very nice,' I mouthed back.

Ally shrugged.

"Are you guys any good?" Sybil went on, looking very interested. In what, I couldn't tell, but most possibly in making friends. She seemed friendless and lonely. "At divination, I mean."

Ally and Chris shared a look. I turned to Sybil. "Yes," I answered. "I'm awfully good, actually. Are you?"

Sybil seemed shocked that I had spoken to her, and she beamed nervously. "I- well I love divination and all, I'm quite good - I think. But sometimes I mess it up. I mean, one minute I think I'll see something, and it'll actually end up being something else. Get what I mean? Well, of course you don't, see I'm supposed to be sort of a seer and all - you know, passed down from generation to generation..."

"Perhaps I could tutor you," I suggested casually.

Sybil's eyes grew even bigger, if it were possible. Her eyes were already massive. "Oh, yes. Please. I mean, if you want, I wouldn't want to trouble you..."

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The day started off with transfiguration, the class Professor Dumbledore taught. I walked with Billy Lovegood.

"Perhaps you should try a needle first," Professor Dumbledore said, trying to sound calm. I had almost levitated the sharp stick -which we were supposed to be transfiguring into a wooden book- into Billy's shoulder. Professor Dumbledore scurried back over to mine and Billy's desk with a needle and placed it in front of me. "Here you are, my dear. Try transfiguring this into a feather."

I glanced down at the needle and gulped. Since it was almost the end of class by now, everyone had already completed their task, and were watching me. I almost shrunk into my seat. Billy gave me a reassuring smile.

I cleared my throat. "Vera verto," I said clearly, pointing my wand at the needle. Instead of the needle turning into a feather, it had turned into a cockroach. I jumped in my seat, having not expected a cockroach. All the girls screamed, whereas all the boys laughed. And the loudest laughter would have to had been Tom's group who were seated in the front of the classroom, where Dumbledore had specifically kept them every lesson.

I flushed furiously and stared down at my desk. How humiliating.

"Don't worry," Billy said from beside me.

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Sybil was awful. I just couldn't handle it. Half an hour into our tutor session I had to call it quits. I mean, she had almost somehow managed to burn my eyebrows off. No point in asking how seeing as it was a divination tutoring session, but she almost turned me eyebrow-less.

Guilt burst through me as I watched Sybil run off out the library crying, her hands covering her face. I didn't mean to snap at her. I was never usually like that, and I knew I had to make it up to her somehow.

I sighed, gathering up my divination books and equipment and put them gently into my bag. I double checked to make sure my diary was in there.

It wasn't.

I gasped and tipped out everything in my bag and rummaged through everything.

"Making second years cry already, Benjamin," a smooth voice drawled from behind me.

I flinched, having taken the voice by surprise. I whirled around and narrowed my eyes. "Leave me alone, Riddle."

I went back to searching for the object that practically depended on my life. If I couldn't find it, then I was in deep dung. If that book got into the wrong hands, people would probably line up for a free reading, which I was not an expert at, and I didn't want to be known as a freak. Boy what I'd give to be normal.

I could sense Tom still standing behind me, but I chose to ignore it. What surprised me the most was that he wasn't surrounded by his creepy little followers.

I groaned loudly at the sound of his voice.

"You do realise that I'm in charge of the library for the next hour. Our librarian has an important meeting to attend to. So I'm taking over. And, would you look at the time? It's curfew. I could very well give you a detention right now, Benjamin. Especially seeing as you can't seem to hold your temper. You're awfully horrible with children. Honestly, I can't even picture you being a mother."

I whipped around, a random ink jar in my hand. "Get a life, Riddle, rather than bothering somebody else's."

Tom squinted and cautiously peered over my shoulder. I turned around, ignoring him once more. He could give me all the detentions he wanted to, but I wasn't leaving until that book was safely back in my hands. I dropped to the floor and searched the ground. I felt like an idiot crawling under the tables and chairs but it had to be done.

"What are you doing?" I could practically hear the amusement in Tom's voice. "Smelling the floor?"

I jumped back up and whimpered. I was panicking. Big time. I whipped out my wand and said, "accio diary," but about a dozen books had fallen from the shelves. Magic really irritated me sometimes.

"I must say," Tom drawled again, a smug look on his face, "you are really on fire tonight, Benjamin..."

"Would you stop calling me Benjamin?" I muttered, and strolled right past him to put the knocked over books back on the shelves where they belonged. They must have been past diary entries of famous witches and wizards.

Tom followed me.

"Well that's your surname, and we're on a surname basis," he smirked, leaning against the bookshelf and watching me do all the dirty work.

I groaned. "That's even worse."

"What's the matter, Benjamin?"

"I'd much appreciate it if you'd just stick with Abigail, Tom," I said sternly, picking up another book. "Really. Must you be so difficult?"

He smirked, and I couldn't quite identify what was dancing in his eyes. But they looked a lot darker than what they usually were. I looked away and proceeded to put the books back.

"I see you're getting a little too friendly with Lovegood, Benjamin." It was like he didn't hear me telling him to call me by my first name. I rolled my eyes. "Or is it the other way around? Either way, he's daft. You can do better."

"How dare you insult him?" I snapped. "If anyone around here is daft, it's you. Billy Lovegood is one the kindest people around here, as opposed to someone like you, Riddle."

Tom's face flushed, and I knew it was from anger. I ignored him and put the last book back before I stumbled back over to the table where my belongings were. Ignoring Tom following my footsteps, I quickly looked through my things again to make sure I didn't misplace the diary. Knowing it was already hopeless, I sunk to my knees. Either it has legs of its own or someone stole it. Probably Sybil.

"Lose something, Benjamin? You know, apart from that non-existent brain of yours," Tom laughed to himself. I felt the moisture leave my eyes. I knew I had placed a difficult password on it but who knows who knew how to break into it anyway? "Are you crying?" He scoffed.

I wiped my cheeks. "No, I'm laughing. Good of you to notice."

I jumped up off the ground and stuffed my things back into my bag angrily and slung it over my shoulder.

"Goodbye, Riddle," I uttered angrily and headed towards the exit. I was definitely going to be paying Sybil Trelawney a visit the next day, that insolent little snoop. The guilt that I felt earlier disappeared and was replaced with the most angry feelings.

"Oh, Abigail."

I stopped dead in my tracks, breaking out of my angry thoughts. I cautiously turned around. Tom stood there smirking, and waved something in his hands.

My diary.

And it was opened.

His smirked widened. "You're going to help me with something, Benjamin."