[The Diary]
I will torture Lucius when I get my hands on him. I expected to be sent to Hogwarts to open the chamber of secrets and release the Basalisk. But with how much this girl goes on about this Harry Potter I think something went wrong how could a baby defeat him. How could a baby even stand a chance, no something else happened some other magic must have been cast but even then why didn't he take precautions. I need to get more information but this child doesn't have any information and her parents would notice if I possessed her now I must wait until we go to Hogwarts then I can do research.
That little fool almost forgot me but the more I learn about this Harry the more of a idiot he seems. Apparently he flew a car to Hogwarts however all my information is filtered through the lens of a love struck child. However their is someone else who interests me. Gilderoy Lockheart according to Guinny he is rich and famous but a bit of a fool. I think I will use him anything is better than listening to Guinny moan about her school life and Harry. I can't stand hearing about Harry. She has defence against the dark arts today yes That will do.
"Guinny? Are you there?" "Yes Tom what can I do for you?" "I would like to walk the school again just once." "Again? You've been here before." "Yes. Years ago before I died" "Oh your a ghost then?" "In a sense. I only want to relive my past I will do your school work for you if you want?" "Ok"
It's odd to inhabit a child form especially a female one. I slowly climb out of bed, it must be before breakfast. If my plan works I won't have to ever try to manipulate those things again. I take her to breakfast thankfully she isn't that intergrated into the school social system so I don't have to interact with others. I keep an eye on the Teachers table and when Lockheart gets up I follow this isn't my plan but plans change and if I can get him sooner it's better for me. I flow him and finally we are alone.
"Sir?" "Ah, Guinny is it? What can I do for you?" "Yes. Sir can you have a look at this diary for me it seems a bit off and can reply to me." "Of course Guinny"
As he takes it off me I press Guinny wand against her back and cast confundo. As her mind goes hazy I detach from her consciousness and return to the diary.
"Well I can't tell much from the initial look but I will do some tests. Can I borrow it? Guinny? Guinny are you ok?"
As he is distracted words float up from my diary. His eyes widen in shock as they settle on his skin. He slumps as my voice echoes in his head.
"Well Mr Lockheart you have been naughty, faking your achievements, steeling others glory. Well you don't have to worry about being found out any more." "What?"
His mind begins to panic as I compress his consciousness slowly compressing it in and in until it is like a marbel. I reach out and grab it absorbing it.
Slowly my eyes open. I examine my hands. Flawless skin perfectly manaqured nails. His body's magical circuitry is all wrong most of the paths are stunted but the path for memory charms is quite well developed. I raise his wand and point it at Guinny.
"Obliviate"
I array her memory's before me slowly selecting the ones related to my diary and slowly slicing the, out replacing them with misty confusion and forgetfulness. I then reverse the Obliviate.
"Sir sorry I don't know what came over me." "It's quite alright. Why don't you go to class I'll write you a note."
I hand her a note detailing that she was talking to me and then make my way to Lockhearts office. I look around stareing at how awful it looks pictures of Lockheart are everywhere. I pull out his wand and point it at one. The corners of the picture curl slightly. I hurl his wand against the wall, how can a man be so magically weak how can he have survived. I raise my hand.
"Feyfire"
The pictures scream as the fire swirls the room burning away most of the pictures the only ones that remain are the pictures on the copies of his books. This is better much nicer, I don't mind the robes but the portraits no I will not have them. I review Lockhearts memories for what his itinerary of his first lesson today was. And it's awful, a first year class and he wants to spend half the lesson discussing magical me and then get them to practice the hex's he mentions in the book on each other. No that won't do. It is this class's first Defence Against the dark arts lesson no. The lesson needs to start with an introduction to Defence Against the Dark Arts, the history of it, why it is important and its uses. Then a simple spell like expelliarmus. Then maybe a quiz. Hmm give them some images of magical creatures and have them pick out the dangerous ones. Yes that would work. I pull out my diary and set it down in the desk. With a flick of my wrist a stack of parchment appears on the desk. I open an ink pot and place it onto the desk. As I concentrate ink droplets float up from the ink pot landing on the parchment and spreading forming black and white images of magical creatures. Ones that is done I pick up my diary and took it into my robe and pick up the stack of parchment. I open the door and walk into my/lockhearts classroom. With a wave of my hand the parchment floats up landing on each desk.
"Do not open them they are for later. Now can anyone tell me why we teach Defence Against the Dark Arts?"
I shuffle in the plush chair as I read about Voldemort. His ideology seems to have gove of the rails rapidly after what I assume is the time he made his last horcrux. I don't remember the plan involving the extinction of muggles and mud bloods as his plan seemed to have become. Muggles are reprehensible and shouldn't be anywhere but under wizard boots but extinction we would go extinct as well same for mud bloods some are truly amazing in this last week a girl called Hermione has proven to be the best witch in her year. Hmm I will need to think on this and get information from some of his death eaters, no matter what all my information is definitely skewed against him and I won't get the truth from these books. I need one of my brothers, I can sense him he is in Hogwarts but where some powerful enchantments disrupt his presence but he is definitely here. It's night, I slowly walk down the corridors the tip of Lockhearts wand glowing as I do. I can feel him here somewhere the feeling bounces around the castle but returns to that spot every time yes the seventh floor. With a twitch of my finger Lockhearts form dissolves into smoke billowing upwards seeping through the cracks in the stone work slowly I billow up until I arrive on the 7th floor. I begin to flow down the corridor as my smoky form re condenses into Lockhearts body, his perfect skin maintained by a daily potion, his hair sculpted with magic, to his winning smile the amount of spells he used to maintain it. I walk down the corridor smoke trailing behind me as I continue to reform. I am halfway through my stride when I feel it. He has momentarily appeared to my left. I turn down the side corridor and stop infront of a tapestry of some idiot attempting to teach trolls to dance. He appears behind me for a split second and I spin examining the wall. Yes their is magic here old magic woven into the very bricks that form this wall. I press my hand to it extending tendrils of magic into the bricks. Something both is and isn't on the other side of this wall, what was that muggle scientist called. Schrödinger, yes the man with the cat. This room is like the cat it exists and doesn't but how to access it, unraveling the magic might cause it to cease and it can't be that this room serves a purpose. I raise my hand dark magic flows from my diary down lockhearts arm as I prepare to assault the magical circuits hidden in this wall when.
"Lockheart?"
I spin retracting my magic back into my diary. Mcgonagall stands at the end of the corridor starring at me.
"I didn't know you were on duty tonight Lockheart." Her tone is suspicious and accusing. "That because I'm not professor , I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd have a go at finding out what is behind this wall. I can sense a magical room but I can't workout the key. But yes I should get to bed. Much to do tomorrow." "Yes well go to bed although I must ask Lockheart, you seem different to how you were when you arrived." "Ah yes professor, my apologies but it took me a while to drop the persona." "Persona?" "Yes Professor a part of being a celebrity is developing a persona, something you can put on no matter how your personal life is and fall into character and perform for your fans. It took me a while to fully drop it once I got here but I am fully in my element now." "Well it's nice to see that you are taking this seriously now." "Thank you professor, I think I'll head to bed."
She doesn't notice as a small drop of ink hovers out of my sleeve and comes to rest on the tapestry merging with the eye of one of the trolls. I return to Lockhearts quarters and rest.
My weeks begin to blur together until finally I am called to the Head Masters study.
"Ah Lockheart It's nice to see you settling in. I have called you in here to discuss the creation of a duelling club. As I recall you have experience duelling." "Yes headmaster I do. It would be a pleasure to teach duelling. As I recall professor Flitwick is a world champion could he assist." "Filius is busy this weekend however for any meetings after I'm sure he would love to help out." "Very well headmaster."
I exit the room and make my way past the gargoyle. The old man is playing me. No doubt he can see the change in Lockhearts magical circuits. Luckily I had the foresight to not bring my diary with me or Dumbledoor would have definitely seen the dark magic leaking from it. I need to be careful. Suddenly I notice a student pacing in front of the hidden room. They are going back and forth muttering.
"I need to hide this, I need to hide this, I need to hide this."
On the third pass an ornate door appears. So that is how to get in is it well tonight I will test it.
I stand before the wall. With a flick of my hand this corridor becomes unnoticeable, no one will interrupt me tonight. I begin to walk back and forth back and forth muttering.
"Show me where my brother is hidden, Show me where my brother is hidden, Show me where my brother is hidden."
It is almost dawn when the door manifests, I have had to de every version of those words over and over again with different inflections, different languages I even spoke it in Romanian but now the door to this Schrödinger's room is here. I push through the door. The other side is a vast room with mountains of items. Their must be billions of items hidden in here. I begin to walk forward I can see the dark glimmer given off by my brother as I pass I pick up a few books most are useless but I find an interesting one, Rumof Slytherin's diary. I flick through it I find something a page labelled "Essence transfer" it seems to indicate a way to transfer a person between bodies however Rumof only ever managed to empower the victims as the contiousness didn't transfer. Might be useful, I took it into my pocket. Finally I arrive at a cabinet. I slash my hand through the air and the cabinet begins to shake finally the nails slowly begin to work their way out of the wood. I keep my distance as the cabinet slowly splits into its components several magical shields ready to take the brunt of any trap but as the diadem floats towards me nothing happens he wouldn't have been so arrogant as to not leave protections or curses, so far Voldemort doesn't seem to have much common sense. I raise my finger intending to stop the diadem so I can examine it but it doesn't stop it continues until it is hovering over my head. Well let's see what you have got brother. The diadem slowly descends.
"Give in to me and I will grant you untold knowledge." "Hello Brother."