Harry Potter Tom Riddle Diary Novels & Stories

“And mind you, it’s not a diary. It’s his secret book where he keeps the records of all the evil stuffs that he’s done over the years.” “Yeah,” Calistè nodded. “His secret evil diary. Look, you can call it whatever you like to. The point is that it’s a diary and that’s where the spell is. Don’t tell me you didn’t read it when you went to the library?” “How did you know about my visit to the library?” Rhea frowned. “Have you been following me longer than I know Calistè?”

Even if there isn't. I went directly to Draco's room and luckily I didn't have to struggle with the lock because it was open, even if it wasn't open…I would have bashed it anyway. I began rummaging through his belongings and just as I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a book that looked like a journal. I wanted to abandon it but it looked like something that was really valuable and ancient so I opened it and behold ….it was filled with potions and spells and theories of the wolf world.

Head, whatever but… "But sir, where? " CHAPTER SEVEN I Am Heidi Tom was very worried, there's no how, he can crack this clue all by himself, he has reached his limit and what he can make out from the words was next to nonsense. 'Who can I enlist his help?' Tom thought, no one came to mind. He has no true friend in the school he can run to, nor one in the neighborhood. 'Okay there's a boy I talked to the other day in the city library, he's always coming to the library and seems like the intelligent type to me ' he thought. 'but no, the boy will get curious and what if he's more intelligent than me or also has a high affinity towards this kind of riddles, I will be running at risk of losing ev

I believed him and never questioned it. The door was unlocked and opened with a gentle push. The study was decorated minimally. There was just one massive desk and a bookcase that reached the ceiling. However, there were no photos of his parents or his brother, Alex. Instead, the walls were covered with Rachel Taylor's pictures. Rachel as a teenager, running along the shore in a white dress. Rachel in college, smiling by a library window as she held her textbook. Rachel in a wedding gown... My eyes burned. Through my tears, I noticed a diary on the desk.

I got more messages from the mystery person and this time around, they were pictures of my hottest pages from my journal with another message under it. “I can bet that Professor Rooke and Lockhart would love this. What if they read it?”

I guess I should be thankful that I'm not out on the streets begging for food, just yet. I've spent the last few days hiding out at home. Repetitively going over what Lisa had told me. I was going out of my mind just continuously thinking about it. How could I have missed the signs of Ryder being groomed by Jimmy? Or, the stacks of photos that were stashed behind our dressing tables and T.V cabinet.

Taking the parchment from Vidhi's hand, Mrinal continued reading, "I'm not an author and I've no idea what compelled me to write this. But oh selfish one, since the day you left, I've been lonely!" "How romantic!" Teased Vidhi with a chuckle. "But whom is the book addressed to?" Mrinal shrugged and continued, "What better way to narrate then write our story. I hope...if at all you are there somewhere, you'd find this and treasure this book." Mrinal turned over the page and what met their eyes was a Swastik symbol drawn with a finger on the page. It was much lighter now and looked more orange than red on the yellowed parchment.

There was a small popping noise, and the diary suddenly snapped open. “April 5, 368 AI,” a cool, female voice murmured and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The diary was floating in front of Jester, the pages turning along with the voice as if there was actually someone who was reading the entries aloud. Now, I am not someone who spooks easy, but I got shivers imagining that the ghost of the previous owner—instead of a spell, as Jester soon explained—was doing that.

Was this her diary? Something within me wanted to know what was written in it, but I felt that it would be disrespectful and that I was invading her privacy. I couldn't stop myself and decided to take a peek, but I was disappointed when I noticed it was just notes of things she did in the day, with no explanations; it was simple and straightforward, not like normal diary entries. Curiosity got the better of me as I checked to see if she'd written about when she met me and if there was anything at all about me written in the diary, but I chanced upon a page with “bucket list” written as the heading.

I never wanted to see this box again. Why am I here? Why did this force bring me here? "Let me out. Let me out." I hear that voice again. I'm still not in control of my body. I watch my hands grab the box. My mom sealed it with a spell only she can undo but somehow as I grab it, it clicks open and all the magic that was sealed in there finds it's way inside of me. It passes through my nostrils, my ears, my mouth and I feel it rushing through my veins. Oh no. What have I done?