Chapter 2
Days had passed since Harry was selected as a champion for the Triwizard tournament,and he couldn't be more skeptical about everything.
He had constant headaches and couldn't even sleep at night, the sheets of his beds felt too hot or too cold.
The night was too quiet for him to like it,and worst of all,the one thing Harry hated the most.
Ron didn't want to be his friend anymore.
Not Hermione, not the whole Gryffindor.
Ron Weasley
The same Ron who had welcomed Harry into his family, Harry's brother in everything but blood.
He who stood against a serial killer just for Harry's wellbeing.
All because of something that wasn't even his fault.
How could Harry even fix their relationship if Ron didn't believe him? A part of Harry thought he couldn't.
Finally,after so many time thinking,Harry decided to simply sleep since he felt like it would work if he closed his eyes.
But what met him once he opened them,was not the sweet dream realm.
No.
It was a weird place, a forest to be precise,but it wasn't like the forbidden forest.
This forest felt different, it felt like it was calling Harry,yet he didn't know why?. He didn't know where did it come from. And he didn't wnat to know.
As he walked to the depths of the forest, Harry noticed how familiar it felt, it was as familiar as hogwarts,or even more.
And that scared Harry,because the last thing that felt more safe than Hogwarts was an old diary. One whose words could never be seen or responded again. Not like how Harry had done so.
The leafs croaked as he walk and stepped on them,croaked just like Harry heart had once did when the boy inside the diary broke it.And with every single movement, Harry feared the forest even more,after all.
What good existed in anything related to Lord Voldemort?
Yet Harry knew that something good was,indeed, related to Lord Voldemort, not in this time,but many years ago, when he was just a Hogwarts student.
An orphan shaped by the brutality of war ,and the neglect and fear of the orphanage he lived in.
But also a sick and crazy man who grew up to find himself murdering thousands of people.
The dark lord, who also happened to have had a moment in which he could only be defined as someone flawed. And human in his own way.
For Harry,it wasn't hard to hate Lord Voldemort,he had been the one to make Harry an Orphan.
But it was hard to really hate Tom Riddle.
Harry's trusted friend, who happened to be trapped in a diary, and who only said the sweetest things for Harry to hear. The one boy Harry had been betrayed by.
And just like that,Harry felt himself being drift away from his dream by a voice he knew very well,but not after seeing a distant man with red eyes.
"Harry? Have you already prepared for the first task?" Hermione left a book over the table and got closer to Harry,looking at him with a guilty and worried expression.
"If you didn't we can discuss some spells and charma that may help you" "Of course it would be only if you want do to so!"
-"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry said with anger.
"You were supposed to be with Ron. Didn't you?"
"I know you don't belive me, I have seen how you two talk when you think I am not around".
His voice was bitter and his eyes flickered with resentment,his voice got louder as he yelled at Hermione.
"LEAVE!"