Harry Potter Tom Riddle Diary Novels & Stories

Dahil ako lang ang nakakalam na ito’y diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook. Silence greeted me. Kahit alam ko na it was quite difficult to obtain the diaries through underground means, I still have my hope. I was about to give up, when the elderly gentleman, Mr. Eye of Notorary speak. “Are you talking about the Witch of Iceland Archmage?” My eyes almost sparkled, I restraint myself from showing any abnormal behavior and nodded calmly. “Yes, sir.” Mr. Eye of Notorary nodded. “I don’t have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I’ll sell it you in 5 Nars.”

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

One I hadn't seen or thought about in many, many weeks, My breath hitched in my throat, and my blood ran cold. On the open page, when I first came to the castle as a frightened, voiceless girl, was a single name, written over and over, filling the entire page: Neal. Neal. Neal. My heart felt like it stopped beating entirely. Where did he get this? How had he found it? "Found your little diary," Noah said, his voice dripping with a venom that made me flinch. I dropped to my knees, the world spinning around me. I scrambled for my current notepad, the one that held my present, my truth. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely form the letters.

In fact it was an exact replica except for the words on the spine of the book. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated opening the book. I mean it is a diary, a private bank for your thoughts. I couldn't rob someone else's thoughts. I inhaled deeply as I flipped over the book. Something caught my eye at the bottom right corner of the book. It was written in dark ink at the back of the book so I had to lean in close to make out the intricate scribble. Iris Malcolm My mother wasn't a witch…or was she? I had to know, screw curses. I flipped the book over and pushed the cover aside. There was a note on the first page.

I wasn't sure what I expected when I suggested a movie night. Having Hollyn sit on the floor barely two feet away from the TV wasn't how I'd envisioned the night progressing, that was for damn sure. But her astonishment when I'd turned the movie on had curbed any desire I had to quash the joy lighting up her face. What the fuck are we going to do? I asked my brothers as Harry visited Diagon Alley for the first time on the screen. We need some straight fucking answers, Thane said. His mental voice was tight and hard. We can't keep her locked up in here, no matter how much each of us seems to want that.

He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dreadful happened to him and two others. He —” “How do you know him?” Wilkes asked, his flashlight's white beam landing on Trisha whose fingers were tracing the words carved on the cavern's wall. “... In the Library, there's a book; his book. I don't know how it got there as it is his personal diary—not a gazette. Just a frayed, mangy and moth-eaten book with its pages sticking out like the shaggy hair of a lunatic, that has managed

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.

Hence where Tommy got the idea of blindness, bedridden and monster was puzzling to Alexis. “I am going to ask him when he turns to a great liar.” Alexis said to herself. “Austria1507” Alexis was stunned. “What are you saying?” “The password for the diary is Austria1507.” The secretary said screaming, and immediately she turned pale. “Just please, don’t make me a monster, release me please.” Alexis sneered. “Wow! That was quick.” Immediately she stood up and she remover her needle, she return them back to her wrist, then she turn to go, but she turn around and she said.

* DISASTROUS WORK: REAL DIARY The road was free from travelers and wretched men who had come down to watch the parade before dawn. It was a day before Halloween, and most of the men and women who lived in Brown Town had taken turns to set up a lively platform where they could display their evil masterpieces without having to face condemnation.