He followed the dark magic until he found a black little book, with yellowing pages. There was no title or anything on it, besides in the little left hand corner with a name, T.M. Riddle. Dark Magic was on the object which made Harrison curious because it was a simple black book that looked like there no one had written anything in.
A suspension formed in his mind. There was no way, a book like this would have nothing on it. There were no spells that would conceal its content, but there was one way to figure it out. He spotted a quill from nearby and dunked it in black ink before he opened up a page- in the middle of the book.
He was unsure what to write, but a drop of ink spilled onto the yellowing pages. There was a splat of black ink on the pages before it disappeared like it never existed. He took his quill, pressed it to the page and wrote in his neat handwriting, Hello?
Just like the splat of ink, his words disappeared onto the page before a neat calligraphy appeared before him, words he didn't write. Hello, may I ask who is writing?
Harrison Peverell-Slytherin
Under it, he wrote, You are? And the words disappeared.
Strange. I was under the impression that there were no more Slytherin heirs besides myself. My name is Tom Riddle, how did you came across this diary?
Harrison narrowed his eyes. He already figured out that Tom Riddle referred to the Dark Lord; what were the Malfoys doing having an object that was obviously connected to the Dark Lord.
Inside the library of Malfoy's Manor.
The words disappeared, replaced with something different.
How are you connected with Slytherin? Came the reply afterwards.
Harrison pressed the quill into the pages, wondering whether or not to tell this inanimate object the truth. He wrote down what he knew without revealing too much of his life.
Spiritual adoption.
The pages remained blank, before Harrison asked a question that interested him.
How are you connected to the Dark Lord?
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It was practically black empty space inside the diary. He just existed merely within its pages as his sixteen year old self, still in his Hogwarts robes, and a Slytherin prefect badge right near the collar. Simply existing- floating within, with no form of entertainment or anything that could pass the time. It was lonely and time was moving slowly. At first, he didn't mind, glad that he found a way to make himself immortal, but at what cost?
There was no form of communication; he simply had to wait until someone picked up the diary, until a quill would appear on a desk and he would write his responses down. In the past, he had regular communication with his older self who simply updated him with current news, what his future self was planning, or simply wished that his followers weren't so dimwitted when it came to things. It made time pass, and gave him sort of amusement- that is until his older self stopped talking to him.
Now, no one had picked up the diary. No one picked up the object in years, and made Tom Riddle wonder why no one picked up the diary. It also meant that he needed to do something with his time, so he sorted through his memories, relishing every minute he knew, sometimes keeping tabs with his older self, or thinking about getting someone to open themselves up to him and he would have a chance to escape this prison- but as time went on, he knew that was a silly dream.
No one was going to pick the diary.
Instead, he merely slept. It wasn't exactly like he needed, but he found that time passed and he wasn't losing his mind stuck in his prison. At least, until someone realized that a black little book, with nothing in it, would enchant someone.
His brown eyes opened as soon as he felt hands handling the diary- someone becoming curious about the artifact that made him smile in delight. He could tell it was someone with a rather dark magical core that was larger than an average wizard. For a moment, he thought it might have been his older self, but the last thing he knew was that the wizard had found some fool to possess. He would have felt if his older self had returned- the other ones would have, besides the magical signature was different.
He felt someone open the pages, and began writing in it. Just like clockwork, a quill appeared, along with parchment and a pen. He nearly ran to the desk, picked up the quill and began writing down his responses, becoming curious on who the rather unfortunate soul was.
When the boy introduced himself as Harrison Peverell-Slytherin, he was immediately curious. He knew no one in centuries had ever carried on the surname, Slytherin or Peverell. He once chalked off about the possibility of the Peverell family, and the Deathly Hallows existing. And now, he was faced with the fact that the once brushed off story about the Tale of Three Brothers was true, and maybe he should go find the three objects that Death crafted, when either he or his older self regained his body. If that didn't make him curious, it also the fact that the boy also carried the surname- Slytherin.
He wanted to know how the boy was related to Slytherin. He knew he was the only heir left of the Slytherin line. Besides, he also made sure that he was the sole heir after he killed off any of the Gaunt family- including its heirs. So the question remained, how was the boy able to claim the line?
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