Harry goes on an adventure
When Harry awoke from his sleep he quickly found himself peeved. The dairy was missing and his robs were sitting neatly folded on the edge of his bed. After a minute of thought he had come up with one possible perpetrator. Ginny Weasley. Tom had said, more written, that he was previously trapped in the clutches of the first year girl. She had apparently written a number of embarrassing things in the book and it was possible that she had taken it back in fear that Tom would tell him. Tom himself had asked a few questions regarding Ginny but Harry said he didn’t really know her, that he spotted her in the halls once or twice but nothing more. The dairy had radiated an air smugness.
Harry pulled himself from bed and decided that her would ask for the dairy back and maybe even explain why Tom was so important to him. They are related after all, distantly but still Harry considered them family. He hopped around as he pulled in his pants and after struggling for two minutes he resigned and realized he was never going to learn how to tie a tie, so he decided to just tie it into a bow. Hermione was going to have fit. Harry skipped his way to the Great Hall, occasionally tripping on his heavy shoes, in order to acquire breakfast and hopefully get the dairy back. Ron slid onto the bench next to him followed by Hermione sitting across with a comically large book under her arm.
“Hey mate! Hermione has been talking my ear off all morning, says she found something related to the dairy.” The girl in question sighs dramatically while rolling her eyes, “Yes, well I was in the library and I thought to myself why not look for any previous Hogwarts students named Tom Riddle.” She paused to take a large breath before continuing. “He wasn’t hard to find, he was a prefect in his fifth year and he later became Head Boy in seventh, he was a Slytherin.” She waited dramatically for Harry to gasp at him being a Slytherin but he kept the same face throughout the whole short story. “I know.” He simply said. Ron’s face took on a confused expression while Hermione scowled, “Harry! We agreed not to talk to it until we were certain it was safe!” Harry shrugged apologetically, making his shoulders touch his jaw. He knew he was being tempted to talk to Tom through some sort of magical compulsion but it had turned out to be fine, the boy in the book was completely harmless. “Sorry ‘Mione, it won’t happen again. Also Ron, your sister stole it.”
The red head looked up from his plate and started to blubber something incoherently due to the large amount of eggs in his mouth, well it was leaving his mouth as he flailed. Hermione on the other hand stared blankly at Harry, her lips sooner pursing like Aunt Petunia’s did when she was angry or displeased with Harry. “Harry Potter. What is wrong with you! We still don’t know if that magical item is safe! What if she gets injured? Or worse, she is influenced by the malicious Slytherin trapped in a book!” Harry cringed at the thought of Tom being malicious, he was a very nice boy who Harry happens to think was a great influence.
After searching the whole castle Ron and Hermione decided to check the Gryphindor tower one last time while Harry went to used the bathroom. He lied. Harry jogged through the castle, only slowing down when he almost slipped on one of the staircases and almost fell down three floors. He found himself in the, still very wet, second floor girls bathroom when he heard a high pitched yet grainy sob. He looked into one of the stalls and found a transparent girl crying. She was sitting in the upright fetal position so she only noticed Harry when she took her head from her knees in order to suck in a, rather dramatic, breath. “Pervert!” The ghost shot up into the air while screaming loudly, Harry became flustered and rushed to his defense, “Am not!”
“Are too!” “Am not!” “Are too!” Harry sucked in a rather large breath of air before loudly declaring, “I am not!” The girl shrieked and flew into a toilet. Harry huffed and puffed in annoyance, Moaning Myrtle was a horrid girl when she was dead she must’ve been an absolute annoyance when she was alive. Harry shook his head reverently and inwardly scolded himself for making such a mean comment. After properly shunning himself in a way that would make Hermione proud Harry began to look at the faucets on the sinks, looking for anting different. He soon found his mark when the silver faucet on the third sink slithered, a small snake was engraved on it. Harry cleared his throat and hissed.
“Open.”
Harry stumbled backwards as the sinks began to move, scraping painfully against the stone floor. When the sinks stopped moving there was a very distinct click noise, Harry shuffled forward nervously. As deep hole was know sunken into the floor of the girl’s bathroom, “Dear Merlin…” he followed the edge of the hole and came to the conclusion that he would have to jump into it and hope for the best.
So, he did just that.
There might have been a small amount of undignified screaming as he plummeted to his possible death.