Hello. My name is Harry Potter.
Hello Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle.
Tom Riddle, that's a nice name. But what exactly are you? A ghost? A soul? Just a magic book? What?
I am a memory, kept inside the pages of this book for a very long time.
How long?
A very long time. (A/N) Anyone get the reference? Anyone? No? Okay, I'll go now. :'(
Alright, then. But this just doesn't make sense. If you are a talking book, then why were you in the girl's bathroom?
Why were you in the girl's bathroom?
Touché. But that is a story for another time. My question still stands.
Fine. If you must know, I was brought there by a particularly annoying girl ghost.
Moaning Myrtle?
Whatever the bloody hell her name is. I never bothered to learn about it. All she really did was cry about this one girl named Olive Hornsby. She tried to read this book, but found that it was blank, and threw it across the room. Then you came along, and she told you that someone threw it at her head, that liar. And now I'm here. So thank you.
You're welcome...I guess? Wait, you can interact with the outside world?
You ask too many questions. Are you a Ravenclaw?
No, I'm a Slytherin. I'm just generally curious.
Ah. But to answer your question, yes. I can't exactly see the outside world, but I can hear and feel what is happening. When that ghost threw me across the room, it was very painful.
I'm sorry.
It wasn't you.
Well, Tom, it was nice to talk to you, but I must go. My next class is Umbridge, and I don't want to stand more detention when I could be practicing Quidditch. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Harry. I hope to talk to you again soon. It has been many years since I could talk to someone.
Trust me, I will talk to you as soon as I am able. Goodbye.
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A Forgotten Memory // A Harrymort Fanfic
FanfictionHarry has just started 5th year at Hogwarts, and it is already awful, mostly due to this new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge. When Harry gets detention from her, (again) when she isn't looking, he finds a peculiar pen that...
