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"HAVE you spoken to Hermione?" Ron questioned as him, Harry and ( Y/N ) headed up the staircase. Hermione had been put in the Hospital Wing after her little incident with the Polyjuice Potion.

Thunder crashed from outside of the castle from the storm. Harry and Ron learned a lot from their interrogation with Draco a few days ago. ( Y/N ) was just hoping Hermione was okay, since she kept coughing up fur balls due to the cat transformation with the brew.

"She should be out of the hospital in a few days, when she stops coughing up fur balls," Harry said with a chuckle.

The trio stopped on their tracks and looked down, seeing water that must've come from the lavatory sinks. ( Y/N ) looked down at it, wondering where it came from, but another thought came into her mind.

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📍 LABORATORY IN LONDON

A YOUNG TWELVE gasped as her eyes opened once she made it to the Void. It was empty and silent, her feet splashing the water below that was from the Bathtub or the sensory deprivation tank. Looking around, she could see a small dark green colored ball  in the distance.

She hesitated for a moment, but took a few steps towards the hall. Once she got a little closer, the size grew and it wasn't a ball anymore, it was some type of creature, almost like a snake.

Twelve got closer towards it and the creature stood up. The beast was turned around in another direction, but no one or anything else was there with it. Twelve slowly put her arm up and reached out towards the snake, not sure if this was a good idea.

The snake turned around and roared a loud roar. Twelve screamed from outside the Void, her nose bleeding from using so much energy.

Lights flickered and alarms went off. The walls started crumbling as the scientists rang from the room, but didn't acknowledge her banging on the glass barrier.

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( Y/N ) GASPED, SNAPPING back to reality. Ron tapped on her shoulder to get her attention and she turned to face him and back down at the water, all three wondering where it was coming from.

"What's this?" Harry questioned.

The trio ran to the corridor and saw more water coming from the lavatory. Ron frowned in disgust now knowing that this came from the girls lavatory, specifically coming from Moaning Myrtle. ( Y/N ) wondered why Myrtle would flood the girl's lavatory or if it wasn't her.

"Looks like Moaning Myrtle's flooded the bathroom," Harry sighed.

After following the trail of flood, they headed into the girl's lavatory and saw all the sinks turned on, and heard Moaning Myrtle crying up from the window.

"Come to throw something at me?" Myrtle whimpered.

Harry frowned in confusion. "Why would I throw something at you?"

"Do t ask me," Myrtle shrugged before floating down to them. "Here I am, minding my own business and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me."

"But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it'll just go right through you," Ron said and ( Y/N ) nodded.

She flew down quickly. "Oh, sure!"

"Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it," Myrtle snapped. "Ten points if you get it through her stomach!"

Myrtle put her hand through Ron's stomach and raised her voice, making ( Y/N ) flinch a little.

"Fifty points if it goes through her head!" Myrtle then put her arm through Ron's face.

"But who threw it at you anyway?" Harry questioned.

"I don't know. I didn't see them," Myrtle replied. "I was just sitting in the U-bend thinking about death, oh, and it fell through the top of my head."

A frown formed on her features and she began sobbing before disappearing into one of the toilets. In the corner of his eye, Harry spotted a diary that had the name 'Tom Marvalo Riddle' written on it. He inspected it, and inside it had nothing written on the pages.

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"TOM Marvalo Riddle," Hermione read from the title. The hospital wing was dark and empty, and the only light on was the one Hermione had besides her hospital bed. Harry, Ron and ( Y/N ) explained to her about what Moaning Myrtle told them and about the diary they found in the lavatory.

Harry and ( Y/N ) sat in front of the bed why Ron stood besides it kneeling down besides her, watching her inspect the diary from Tom Riddle.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle?" Ron questioned and Hermione gave him the diary.

"Hang on, I know that name. Why do I know that name?"

"Of course. That night I had detention," Ron gasped. "My job was to polish the silver in the trophy room. I remember because I kept burping up slugs over Tom Riddle's trophy."

"What was the trophy for?"

"He won an award fifty years ago. Special services to the school or something," Ron explained.

"Fifty years ago. Are you sure?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, why?"

Hermione adjusted her position. "Don't you remember what Malfoy told you? The last time the Chamber was opened was-"

"Fifty years ago," Harry cut in. "But that means-"

"Tom Riddle was here at Hogwarts when it happened. What if he wrote about what he saw? It's possible he knew where the Chamber was, how to open it, even what sort of creature lives in,"

"If so, whoever's behind these attacks wouldn't want this diary lying, would they?"

"That's a brilliant theory, Hermione, but there's just one flaw. There's nothing written in this diary," Harry showed them blank pages.

Hello, sorry this chapter isn't the best! I was feeling lazy today.

- see you soon, meg !