[A thunderclap illuminates the dark sky outside. Inside the castle, Mia and Ron are walking on the Grand Staircase.]
Ron: Have you spoken to Hermione?
Mia: She should be out of hospital in a few days, when she stops coughing up fur balls [They see water on the floor.]
Mia: What's this? [They start following it.]

"Did Myrtle flood the bathroom again?" Remus inquired.

"Yes," Mia confirmed with a resigned nod,

Ron: Yuck!
Mia: Looks like Moaning Myrtle's flooded the bathroom. [Mia and Ron enter Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She is sitting in a window and whimpering.]

Chuckles rippled through the room, as Mia rolled her eyes with an infectious smile playing on her lips.

"Ron, it wasn't like it was toilet water. Be happy about that," Mia teased, her tone light and teasing, causing Ron to pale in mock horror as if the thought had never occurred to him.

"Shut up, Mia," Ron grunted good-naturedly, prompting a laugh from Mia.

Myrtle: Come to throw something else at me?
Mia: Why would I throw something at you?
Myrtle: Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business, when someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me.
Ron: But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it'd just go right through you.

Many in the room facepalmed in reaction to Ron's response, a collective gesture of exasperated solidarity as they witnessed. Among them, Ron himself joined in the collective reaction, acknowledging his misstep.

"You shouldn't have said that," Sirius shook his head. Ruffling Ron's hair..

"I know that. Now," Ron replied with a hint of resignation, playfully swapping Sirius's hand away from his head.

Myrtle: SURE! [flies right into his face] Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it! Ten points if it goes through her stomach! [puts her arm through Ron's stomach] Fifty points if it goes through her head! [puts her arm through Ron's head]
Mia: But who threw it at you anyway?
Myrtle: I don't know. I didn't see them. I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death, and it fell through the top of my head. [Myrtle flies off crying. Mia steps forward and picks up Tom Riddle's Diary.]

Cho examined the unfamiliar book in Mia's hand and remarked, "That doesn't look like one of our school books."

Luna furrowed her brow and pondered aloud, "It looks familiar, but where have we seen it before?"

The group collectively mulled over Luna's question, racking their brains for any inkling of recognition, but all their efforts led to dead ends.

"Why would someone throw a book at Myrtle and then leave it in the bathroom for anyone to find?" Bill inquired, his curiosity piqued from being left out of the loop on what had transpired earlier.

"It's a mystery that will all be revealed later in the movie," Mia assured them with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, injecting a sense of anticipation into the conversation. "I just don't know how you will handle it."

She said the last part, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Each one turned to look at Mia, their expressions reflecting a mixture of curiosity and mild concern.

[Later, Mia is examining the diary while seated at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room. All the pages are blank. She looks at the back and sees a name printed there.]

"Is that a diary?" Sirius questioned, his disbelief apparent in his tone as he eyed the nondescript book.

"Seems like it," the twins shrugged in response, their expressions mirroring a mix of curiosity and bemusement.

"Why would they leave it in the girls' bathroom for anyone to find?" Blaise chimed in, his voice tinged with perplexity

"What was he doing in the girls' bathroom in the first place?" Seamus wondered aloud, his question met with nods of agreement from the others, who were equally trying to unravel the mystery.

"The real question is, why would anyone discard an empty book? There's nothing in there at all," Pansy complained, her frustration evident in her tone as she flipped through the pages.

"Oh, there was definitely something in there," Mia teased, "Just wait and see," She said, her words laced with a quiet confidence that left everyone leaning in with anticipation, poised for the next turn of events.

Mia: Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Oliver's perplexed expression deepened as he puzzled over the enigmatic name inscribed in the diary, and he voiced his confusion, "Tom Marvolo Riddle? Who's he?"

Draco's uncertainty was palpable as he sought to place the name within the context of Hogwarts history, questioning, "Was he a student here?"

George, furrowing his brow, shared in their confusion, "I've never heard of him." Turning to the staff for answers, he found blank looks on their faces, save for Dumbledore, whose confidence stood out.

Fred directed his appeal to Dumbledore, seeking illumination, "Sir, do you know who he is?"

To which, Dumbledore's response held a depth of knowledge that set him apart, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, I know very well who he is."

Inwardly, Mia mused, 'Oh, you've heard of him, alright, just not by that particular name.' She recognized the complexity of Riddle's intricate web of deception, a ruthless effort to ensure that his true identity as Lord Voldemort overshadowed any trace of his past life as Tom Riddle.

Riddle had meticulously erased his former identity as he ascended to power, ensuring that his new name and dark deeds overshadowed any trace of his past. The level of cunning and deception was unfathomable, leaving everyone, even the prominent members of the Order of the Phoenix, oblivious to his true self. Only a few, like Dumbledore, Mia, Ron, and Hermione, were privy to the truth about his real name, a testament to the extent of Riddle's cunning and ability to cloak his origins.

"I believe that the movie will tell us," Dumbledore concluded with a somber weight behind his words, leaving the room suspended in frustration and curiosity, yearning for the revelations that lay ahead.

[Mia dips her quill in ink and lets a drop of it fall on the diary. The ink vanishes into the page. Mia then writes a message in the diary.]

"What just happened?"

Gasped everyone in the room, their eyes wide with disbelief at the mysterious vanishing of the ink.

"I've never seen anything like that before," Sirius asked, his voice quivering with urgency as he sought an explanation from his friend.

"I've never seen anything like this before too." Remus replied, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a look of perplexity. The stunned teachers, including McGonagall, shared in the shock, revealing their astonishment at the inexplicable event that had just unfolded before them.

While Neville, with a furrowed brow, voiced his curiosity, "But what is that diary exactly?"

Ron, Mia, and Hermione exchanged knowing glances, acknowledging the enduring mystery that surrounded the diary.

Hermione chimed in with a hint of determination, "The answers we received back then never felt entirely satisfactory. There's certainly more to it than we know."

Mia, deep in thought, added, "I can't shake the feeling that a mere memory wouldn't be capable of orchestrating all the events surrounding that diary."

Mia: My name is Mia Potter. [The message fades out, and a new message fades in.]
Diary: Hello, Mia Potter, my name is Tom Riddle.

Gasps resounded throughout the Great Hall as the diary responded to Mia's written words, leaving the onlookers stunned and bewildered.

"What in blazes is going on?" Charlie exclaimed in disbelief, echoing the sentiments of everyone present.

"The book wrote back?" Draco questioned, his voice tinged with astonishment.

"Who is Tom Riddle?" the collective bewildered murmurs of the students and faculty permeated the atmosphere, reflecting the shared sense of incredulity and curiosity.

"What on earth is that diary?" The unspoken question weighed heavily on everyone's mind, lingering in the air even as the scene resumed, leaving the room in a state of perplexed silence.

[Mia is stunned. She writes a second message.]
Mia: Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?

Everyone but Dumbledore and the trio, leaned forward in eager anticipation, their minds still holding onto the hope that Tom Riddle might not possess any knowledge about the Chamber of Secrets.

However, a lingering apprehension remained:

was it merely a coincidence that Mia had stumbled upon that very diary?

Diary: Yes.

A collective gasp of fear and shock echoed through the room, leaving the group in a state of anxious trepidation.

Mia: Can you tell me?
Diary: No. [Frustrated, Mia puts her quill aside.]

"Were so close!" Seamus lamented.

Diary: But I can show you.

"What?" Molly's concerned voice cut through the room, capturing the shared feelings of confusion and worry as she sought clarification. "What did he mean by 'But I can show you'?"

Diary: Let me take you back fifty years ago [The diary flips to a page on which the text "13th June" appears. The pages then begin to glow, enveloping Mia and making her disappear into the diary.]

Sirius furrowed his brow in confusion and worry as he asked, "What's happening?" This sentiment was echoed in the concerned expression on Remus's face.

[Mia materializes in the Hogwarts Entrance Hall, which doesn't look any different than in the present. An older boy, is standing on the staircase.]

Ginny shivered at the sight of him

Mia: Excuse me, could you tell me what's going on here? [The camera focused on the boy, revealing his striking appearance with sharp features, tall stature, and dark, slightly curled hair.]

As the camera zeroed in on, murmurs and gasps of admiration filled the air as the students of Hogwarts openly marveled at his exceptional looks.

"He's absolutely gorgeous!"

"Is he even real? I mean, look at him!"

"He's like a Greek god or something."

"Wow, he's something else, isn't he?"

Amongst the crowd, Ginny couldn't help but shudder at the sight of him, harboring an intense loathing for the boy due to past encounters. Hagrid's demeanor turned grim as he cast a disapproving glance at the young lad, haunted by memories of his previous encounters with Riddle. The boy's actions had resulted in Hagrid's unfortunate exposure, yet the true culprit behind the Chamber's opening remained a mystery.

Meanwhile, Ron leaned in towards Mia, his voice barely above a whisper, "Should we tell them?"

To which Hermione, also speaking in hushed tones, insisted, "We should. It's important."

Ron hesitated for a moment, torn between revealing the information now or letting the truth unfold in due course during the movie.

"I say we let the movie do the talking," Mia finally decided.

"Why on earth would you say that?" Hermione asked, taken aback by Mia's suggestion.

"I guess this is my payback for all their teasing and the time they suspected me of being the Heir of Slytherin," Mia retorted.

"Mia, that's rather harsh," Hermione admonished, clearly surprised by Mia's notion.

"Come on, cut me some slack, will you, Mione?" Mia pleaded, while Ron silently showed his support for her decision.

"Alright, alright," grumbled Hermione, reluctantly yielding to Mia's resolve.

Remus, having overheard parts of the conversation, looked visibly concerned about what the Hogwarts students might have concealed from the adults.

"Something's up with those kids," Remus informed Arthur, who also appeared bewildered.

Molly, arms folded firmly across her chest, adopted a stern expression as she demanded, "Alright, spill it. What are you lot hiding?"

Ron, with a touch of sarcasm in his tone, quipped, "Well, how much time have you got, Mum?"

"I suppose the movies can reveal our secrets. That's what we're here for, after all," Mia declared, backed by the silent agreement of Ron and Hermione.

"Fine," begrudgingly consented the adults, as they shifted their attention back to the unfolding scenes.

[Riddle doesn't respond] Are you Tom Riddle? Hello, can you hear me?

Pansy's condescending voice carried through the room as she remarked, "Wow, it's like you don't exist at all," eliciting laughter from some of the Slytherins. Despite this, Mia remained unfazed, showing no sign of letting Pansy's words affect her.

George furrowed his brow, a puzzled expression clouding his features. "He can't hear you," he stated, his voice tinged with confusion.

Fred nodded in agreement, his eyes widening. "It's like you're invisible," he added, continuing the train of thought.

Remus, ever the voice of reason, spoke up, his brow creased in deep thought. "But even then, he should still be able to hear her," he mused, trying to make sense of the situation.

Draco leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. "It's more like she doesn't exist," he mused, voicing his contemplation out loud.

Amid the confusion, Luna, with her usual dreamy air, interjected. "Wait, you're inside the diary, right?" she asked, her eyes alight with curiosity and wonder.

Mia nodded in affirmation. "Yes."

Luna's words took on a serious tone. "It's not telling you about what Tom Riddle knows about the Chamber of Secrets. It's showing you his memories," she said softly, a serene expression on her face.

Umbridge's shrill voice pierced the air, her face contorted in disbelief. "LIES! A book can't do any of that! It's impossible!" she spat out, vehemently denying Luna's explanation.

Mia, her hands folded in front of her, met Umbridge's gaze with a steely resolve. "One thing that I've learned about magic is that nothing is impossible," she declared firmly, her eyes unwavering.

Umbridge sneered, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the young girl, disbelief etched on her face.

Fudge, sensing the rising tension in the room, intervened in a calm but firm tone. "Dolores, perhaps we should watch the movie, and given the fact that we just saw Mia getting sucked into the book, I'll say that it is indeed possible for a book to do that," he said, his voice carrying a note of authority as he attempted to placate the irate professor.

The room fell silent, the weight of the discussions and emotions hanging in the air. They exchanged looks of uncertainty, anticipation, and curiosity, unsure of what further revelations lay ahead.

[Four wizards carry a student's dead body down the stairs.]

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy with shock and sadness as the news of Myrtle's demise sank in. Some of them were visibly moved, "Poor Myrtle," Mia thought to herself, a pang of sorrow tugging at her heartstrings.

As the somber mood settled in, a voice piped up with a question, "Oh, dear."

Another one inquired with concern, "Are they moving a dead body?"

"Yes," Mia replied plainly, her focus fixed on the unfolding events.

Curiosity piqued, someone else asked, "Who died?"

Mia's response was measured yet firm, "Just watch the movie. If it doesn't show up in it, I'll tell you later."

There was a hint of frustration in the next question. "You know who died?"

Mia simply answered, "Yes, I do."

A somewhat mocking remark followed, "Of course you do."

Dumbledore: Riddle.
[Mia and Riddle turn to see a younger version of Dumbledore on the staircase.]
Riddle: Professor Dumbledore.
Mia: Dumbledore?
Dumbledore: It is not wise to be wandering around at this late hour, Tom.

"Ah, so the boy is Tom Riddle? The one who owned the diary?" Cho's voice was filled with incredulity and curiosity as she sought confirmation, her brow creased with confusion.

Mia, her attention fixed on the unfolding narrative, nodded slowly in response. "Yes, that's right," she affirmed.

Deep in thought, Tonks voiced a perplexing question that lingered in the minds of many. "But if he was at Hogwarts fifty years ago, how did his diary end up at Hogwarts back then?" she mused, her furrowed brow a testament to the intense contemplation that gripped her.

Unbeknownst to most, Mia and the ever-attentive Dumbledore noticed a fleeting, retracted look that crossed Lucius Malfoy's face as the question hung in the air. It was a subtle shift, but not one that escaped their keen observation.

Lucius, acutely aware of the potential ramifications of his hidden involvement, felt a sense of unease settle over him as he grappled with the gravity of the situation.

Riddle: Yes Professor, I suppose I... I had to see for myself if the rumors were true.
Dumbledore: I'm afraid they are, Tom. They are true.
Riddle: About the school as well? I don't have a home to go to. They wouldn't really close Hogwarts, would they, Professor?

As the students listened to the poignant words about Tom not having a home to go to, a sense of empathy and sadness enveloped the room. Mia felt a pang of understanding deep within her, knowing all too well the ache of not having a place to call home. However, her empathy didn't translate into a justification for wrongful actions. Despite her own experiences, Mia recognized the stark difference between her struggles and the choices made by Tom. She understood that hardship didn't excuse walking down a path of framing and causing harm to others.

Dumbledore: I understand, Tom, but I'm afraid Headmaster Dippet may have no choice.
Riddle: Sir, if it all stopped... if the person responsible was caught...
Dumbledore: Is there something you wish to tell me? [Riddle says nothing for a moment]

"Isn't that the exact same he asked you, Mia?" Fred's voice held a hint of disbelief as he sought confirmation.

"Yes," Mia replied simply.

Riddle: No, sir. Nothing. [Dumbledore gives Riddle a look]

"Wasn't that your exact answer?" George questioned her, his tone tinged with realization.

"Yes," she confirmed, acknowledging the truth in his observation.

"No wonder he was suspicious," the twins chimed in together, their voices reflecting a shared moment of understanding.

Dumbledore: Very well then. Off you go.
Riddle: Goodnight, sir. [Mia follows Riddle down a Hogwarts corridor. Riddle reaches a door and, holding up his wand, enters. Inside the door is a younger version of Hagrid with a large box.]
Hagrid: [speaking into the box] Let's get you out of there.
Riddle: Evening, Hagrid. [Hagrid slams the box shut as Riddle enters.]

The students gasped and gaped at the younger, beardless version of Hagrid, their astonished expressions mirroring the confusion that reverberated through the room.

"What's going on?" someone exclaimed, voicing the collective bewilderment that gripped the gathered students.

Riddle: I'm going to have to turn you in, Hagrid. I don't think you meant it to kill anyone, but...

"Bastard!" echoed the unanimous thought that resounded within the trio and Hagrid, each harboring their own feelings of indignation and frustration.

Hagrid: You can't! You don't understand!
Riddle: The dead girl's parents will be here tomorrow. The least Hogwarts can do is make sure the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered.
Hagrid: It wasn't him! Aragog never killed no one, never!

Ron leaned in and whispered very quietly to Mia, "Not for a lack of trying." Her response was a silent nod, signaling her understanding of the unspoken sentiment.

The rest of the room watched the scene intently, the weight of the moment rendering them speechless as they absorbed the gravity of the situation.

Riddle: Monsters don't make good pets, Hagrid. Now, stand aside.
Hagrid: No!
Riddle: Stand aside, Hagrid!
Hagrid: No!
Riddle: Cistem Aperio! [The spell hits Hagrid's box and makes it burst open. A giant spider crawls out and scurries out of the room.] Arania Exumai! [The spell misses Aragog, who escapes.]

Those who had a fear of spiders or simply didn't like them in general couldn't help but shiver at the sight. The unease and discomfort were palpable as they grappled with their aversion to the eight-legged creatures.

Hagrid: Aragog! Aragog! [He starts to go after Aragog, but Riddle levels his wand at him.]
Riddle: I can't let you go. They'll have your wand for this, Hagrid. You'll be expelled. [Hagrid lowers his head in shame.]
Mia: [stretching out her hand] Hagrid! [The door slams shut as Mia is pulled out of the memory.] HAAAAAGRIIID! [Mia disappears from the memory and then reappears at the table in the Gryffindor Common Room.] Whoa! [She runs off.]

"Is that the reason why you were expelled, Hagrid?" Sirius inquired with a cautious tone, his eyes betraying a mix of concern and curiosity.

Hagrid met Sirius's gaze with a grave nod, the sadness evident in his voice as he replied, "Aye," tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Well, I've never come across a spider capable of Petrifying anyone," voiced Professor Sprout, her tone reflecting a sense of perplexity, a sentiment echoed by murmurs of agreement from the other teachers.

"Perhaps it's a rare, unique species of spider?" a young student hypothesized, contributing a fresh perspective to the discussion.

Amelia, flashing a warm smile at the young student, nodded in agreement, adding, "Without a doubt, we'll need to witness it with our own eyes." Her expression conveyed a mix of curiosity and determination as their conversation unfolded, leaving an air of intrigue lingering in the room.