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"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago -"
"Wh - oh, yeah," said Ron.
Harry looked around the office. No Fawkes the phoenix - no whirring silver contraptions. This was Hogwarts as Riddle had known it, meaning that this unknown wizard was Headmaster, not Dumbledore, and he, Harry, was little more than a phantom, completely invisible to the people of fifty years ago.
Someone was creeping along the passage. He heard whoever it was pass the dungeon where he and Riddle were hidden. Riddle, quiet as a shadow, edged through the door and followed, Harry tiptoeing behind him, forgetting that he couldn't be heard.
"Kill this time ... let me rip ... tear. . ."
It felt to Harry that they were there for at least an hour. All he could see was the figure of Riddle at the door, staring through the crack, waiting like a statue. And just when Harry had stopped feeling expectant and tense and started wishing he could return to the present, he heard something move beyond the door.
"No," said Riddle at once. "Id much rather stay at Hogwarts than go back to that - to that -"
"It's not possible to live with the Dursleys and not hate them," said Harry. "Id like to see you try it."
"So no pressure, Harry" said Fred, winking at him.
He turned on his heel and stormed out of the library, earning himself a reproving glare from Madam Pince, who was polishing the gilded cover of a large spellbook.
"Snape can't prove it was you," said Ron reassuringly to Harry. "What can he do?"
"I wasn't paying attention," said Myrtle dramatically. "Peeves upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself Then, of course, I remembered that I'm - that I'm "
Unfortunately, the potion was only half finished. They still