Harry Potter Tom Riddle Diary Novels & Stories

She ignored that and continued her search. The diary was hidden between several parchments which had covered it entirely, except revealing one of its corners. It was placed at the corner of the table. She found it and bent to reach for it. She held the diary and closed her eyes. Tears streamed down from her eyes to chin. Small sobs came out. She wiped her tears and shut her eyes again, forcefully, trying to focus. She opened her eyes. She took the parchment and placed it at the end of the diary. She murmured a few spells and the parchment got attached to the diary.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

Rick immediately closed his mouth. I stood up from my chair, pacing restlessly in the room. As the investigation progressed, the only suspicious name remaining on the list given by the waiter was Targary. However, no matter how many resources I employed or how many capable subordinates I dispatched, this oddly rhythmic name seemed almost fabricated, leaving barely a trace in the entire werewolf world. If Rick hadn't just mentioned finding it in the waiter's diary, I would almost have doubted whether I had misheard the waiter's words. The mystery surrounding it only deepened my suspicion of this Targary.

, I again asked him out of curiosity Replying to which he just showed me a book and when I opened it to my shock I came to know that it's my very own diary which I lost in future which is in year 2019 when I went on alone trip just few months back before participating in the competition How do you get this diary ?”, I asked him " You will come to know everything with passing time but first you have to come with me on the occasion which is going to take place this evening which is sir Thomas Andrew's award ceremony

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

“Yes ... I have two. It’s 4 silver coins one, at the shop. I tore one up angrily a week ago. And I lost another once ...” “I think my diary is more special. I couldn't open it when I wanted to.” "I managed to open mine only using my own magic,” Johnny smiled. “Let me show you...” The girl took the diary out of her outfit’s sleeve in her left hand. The boy quickly pulled out his wand, moved his hand following a triangular path and said: “Patentibus!” A little light went out of his wand and touched the diary. Under the magic, it got a little electrified and the diary cover opened. But the pages were still empty.

But that very move alone was what prompted yet another discovery. A more sudden and nerve racking discovery that paused me on my feet. My eyes zeroing in on it. Hidden in all the mess… a notepad. A red notepad, strangely familiar the longer I spent staring at it. “What’s this?” I reached for it, eyebrows furrowed. Feeling the smooth surface before flipping it open. And what I saw… it just stopped my heart for a minute. Breath hanging as i read the words; “Day 2; I met a sad boy, dear diary. A sad boy who doesn’t cry.”

“We were starting to think-” “That something happened?” Tara offers, a little breathless. “It very nearly did. Without a bit of outside help, I’m not sure we’d be standing here.” She unclips the strap of the leather satchel slung across her body and holds out a leather-bound journal to me. “This is the diary of the woman who’s in cahoots with Malcolm now. Isadora Redgrave.” “Her diary?” Hilda asks, perplexed. “Yes. We haven’t read it yet, there was no time. An unexpected ally alerted me to its existence. He thinks there may be some useful information in it. Ash risked his life to get it.”