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Sonia and the Diary	By : unwarrented Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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[no sex in this one, just plot starting. there will be more :)]
The rest of the train ride passed uneventfully. Sonia and Oliver discussed the things they'd done over the summer, the courses they were taking that year, what NEWT's they were eventually going to take, things of that nature. Sonia did not mention the diary, but it weighed heavily on her mind. She wondered if Hermione had been lying when she'd claimed not to know anything about Flamel, and if so, why? It occurred to her to befriend Hermione --- it wouldn't be hard, they were both well known in their respective years for being brilliant, and ought to get along --- to extract more information, but this felt too manipulative. Besides, Sonia didn't know if there was anything at all to the words in this diary. Was it interesting? Was it dangerous? How old was it even? Maybe it was just some trinket and she'd look like a fool for making such a big deal of it. She wanted desperately to go back and read the damn thing to find out, but with Oliver in the car with her she didn't get a chance.

There was something uniquely frustrating about being unable to find out whether you ought to be hiding something, because you were hiding it and couldn't study it.

The train trundled on, and the weather outside alternated between darkly overcast and pouring rain. Then a sudden realization hit her. "Oliver," she said, prodding the tall drifting-off athlete. "When did Moaning Myrtle die?"

"I dunno, like 50 years ago," he replied sleepily. "I'm sure some painting knows the exact year."

"How did she die?"

"Killed herself I think," Oliver said, then frowned. "Though I don't know where I heard that. It doesn't sound right. Why would she come back as a ghost if she wanted to die?"

"Yeah," Sonia replied. "Do you think she was killed?"

"No," Oliver said. "I'm sure I'd have heard if that happened."

Oliver started to nod off again, and Sonia looked out the window. If the Myrtle from the diary was indeed Moaning Myrtle (and really, how many people named Myrtle could there be in the tiny wizarding world?), it seemed like Tom Riddle was somehow involved with her death. Sonia decided she would talk to Myrtle, at least, and even if the diary turned out to be worthless she'd have still learned some Hogwarts history.

She pulled out some paper and amused herself by forming anagrams of "Tom M. Riddle" --- anagrams were a hobby of hers --- like "rimmed dolt" and "I'm Mr. Toddle". Then she followed Oliver's lead and took a nap.

Once they got to Hogwarts, the two students went to the sorting ceremony and the feast. Ginny Weasley, who was somebody Oliver knew apparently, was sorted into Gryffindor. "Wonder where her brother is," he commented, looking around the Great Hall. "Or Potter, for that matter."

Sonia wasn't interested in Weasleys, but at the mention of Harry Potter's name it occurred to her to look around for Hermione. The mousey-haired girl was sitting beside Neville, talking at him excitedly. He was trying to nod politely, but it was clear that he'd eaten too much and only wanted to lie down.

Later that night, Sonia was unpacked and returned to her bed in the Ravenclaw girls' dormitory. She drew the curtains around her bed and put up a Quieting charm to block out the first-day chatter, then pulled the black diary out of her trunk. Apprehensively, she opened it and skimmed past the words she'd already read to her own hastily-scribbled what happens next?.

To her shock, below her blue-ballpoint words was a line written in the same back quillpoint handwriting as the rest. You can never repeat it if I tell you.

After taking a minute to regain control of her breathing, Sonia decided that she should reply. (Her first impulse was to get the clearly-magical book away from her, but she reasoned that if it was dangerous it would have hurt her earlier.) Still, she knew better than to make a commitment to something she knew so little of. She wrote simply never is a long time.

For a few seconds nothing happened, then below her response words appeared, lines lengthening as though they were being written by an invisible hand. I know.

She stared at the book for about a minute, seeing the details of the pen markings, trying to infer how they'd been drawn. Without thinking she ran her fingers over the page; unbeknownst to her, one seventh of Tom Riddle was aroused by her caress. Another minute passed, and she was about to set the book aside when more writing appeared.

What year is it? the book asked.

1993 she replied.

Is Myrtle still at Hogwarts? She was a ghost when I left.

Yeah, she's haunting the first-floor bathroom. Sonia thought to ask when Tom had left, but she remembered the first diary entry was dated 1943, and that gave her a good enough idea.

How did she die? Tom asked. Though surely he knew, he was just testing her.

Killed herself, I think. That's what people say anyway.

That's not true. I can tell you how she died ... but you can never repeat it.

This one was tempting, but Sonia still refused. Never is a long time, she wrote again, then added: Will you tell me what she showed you from the book by Nicolas Flamel?

Tom hesitated before replying. No, I cannot tell you that without also telling you how she died.

Will you tell me where to find the book?

Tom chuckled, which he did by drawing a sideways :P so that it looked like a face with its tongue out. Ask Myrtle.

Sonia had one more question. What are you?

Tom replied with a question of his own. Did you like my story?

Yes.

Then I am your friend.

Sonia didn't know what to make of this, and closed the diary. Part of her felt that she was getting involved with some adventure much bigger than her which she didn't understand, and was excited and thrilled. At the same time she was frightened, and wondered if she should tell somebody about it. But what would she say? She decided to keep quiet until she had learned more.

She looked to the clock beside her bed, which showed 11:30. It was too late for students to be allowed in the halls, so going to find Myrtle was too risky. Sonia suddenly realized how tired she was and set the book on her trunk beside the bed. She shed her clothes and pulled the covers over her naked body. Half-heartedly she began to masturbate, but did not get far before sleep overtook her.
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