Tom Riddle's Ghost. (A Harry Potter Story)Tom Riddle's Ghost. (A Harry Potter Story) by ~smallsmiles
Summary: it's winter holidays in Harry's third year, but something has been stalking the hallways...
Tom Riddle’s Ghost
Near curfew just before winter holiday, the library was an eerie place. It was almost as though it resisted any holiday cheer at all. Fewer students were in the library at all, with only a few hours left before the end of term.
For a moment, it seemed as though wind were blowing through the stacks. Harry looked up from his search, puzzled. There was never even so much as a draft in the library…was there a school ghost, or was it some student prank? Harry was tempted to use the Marauder’s Map, just for the novelty of it, but there wasn’t much use if he actually left before curfew.
The odd coolness passed, and the lights dimmed. Harry sighed. Buckbeak’s defense would have to wait.
“Ron?” Harry called quietly. But Ron had already gone back for the night, sullenly recalling the promise he’d given one of
A Kept Devil: Tom Riddle's Diary. (01)A Kept Devil: Tom Riddle's Diary. (01) by ~smallsmiles
Saturday, July 19th, 1941
The first thing I noticed about the orphanage after coming back was the way nothing changed. When I went to the door before the caretaker’s husband, Mr. Cole had completely gotten out of the car.
“Untouched by the bombings, then.” I said.
“You knew about the Blitz? The bombings?” Cole asked, careful as you please.
I smiled at him, playing nice as nice can be. “We have papers at school. I know things.”
“Wouldn’t think it.” He muttered, kicking up dirt as he walked.
I ignored him, looking at the garden. It was deserted, and even the grass looked gray. Dull and as uninspiring as ever. That I have to stay another summer sets my teeth on edge and heat blazing behind my eyes.
Cole made a disgruntled noise. I realized then that he was talking to me. “You never so much as ask about us here, now do you?”
“I’m sorry, should I?” I frowned, bringing my features i
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