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Harry gaped at the wizard. He was none other than a fifty-year-younger Dumbledore. He also noticed how the white hair Y/N hid behind Tom Riddle as if she doesn't want him to see her.

"We had to see the headmaster, sir," said Riddle.

"Well, hurry off to bed," said Dumbledore, giving Riddle exactly the penetrating stare Harry knew so well. "Best not to roam the corridors these days. Not since..."

He sighed heavily, bade Riddle and Y/N good night, and strode off. Riddle watched him walk out of sight. "He's gone," Tom spoke as Y/N came out from her hiding spot. And then, moving quickly, headed straight down the stone steps to the dungeons, with Harry in hot pursuit.

But to Harry's disappointment, both led him not into a hidden passageway or a secret tunnel but to the very dungeon in which Harry had Potions with Snape. The torches hadn't been lit, and when Riddle pushed the door almost closed, Harry could only see him, standing stock-still by the door, watching the passage outside.

It felt to Harry that they were there for at least an hour. All he could see was the figure of Riddle but could clearly see Y/N due to her white hair 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.

Someone was creeping along the passage. He heard whoever it passed the dungeon where he, Y/N and Riddle were hidden. Riddle, quiet as a shadow, edged through the door and followed, Harry, tiptoeing behind them, forgetting that he couldn't be heard... at least that's what he thought.

For perhaps five minutes, they followed the footsteps until Riddle stopped suddenly, his head inclined in the direction of new noises. Harry heard a door creak open, and then someone speaking in a hoarse whisper.

"C'mon... gotta get yeh outta here... C'mon now... in the box..."

There was something familiar about that voice...

Riddle suddenly jumped around the corner. Harry stepped out behind him. He could see the dark outline of a huge boy who was crouching in front of an open door, a huge box next to it.

"Evening, Rubeus," said Riddle sharply.

The boy slammed the door shut and stood up.

"What yer doin' down here, Tom?"

Riddle stepped closer.

"It's all over," he said. "I'm going to have to turn you in, Rubeus. They're talking about closing Hogwarts if the attacks don't stop."

Harry noticed how the white hair Y/N eyes widen, "What do you mean by that, Tom." white hair Y/N said as she stood in front of Tom Riddle as if she's trying to protect the half-giant.

"He's the one who opens-"

"I don't think it's him!" Y/N pointed at Hagrid.

"Who is she, Tom? Is she the white-haired student who disappears a lot? The student who doesn't belong to our world." Hagrid spoke and looked at Y/N.

That made Harry get suspicious more 'she... doesn't belong to their world?' he thought as he looked more about her.

'The lady in the book, the God which is the Goddess... she has white hair, and it says in the 'bible' that she's the only one who has it. I saw it on one of the books that our Y/N have.' Harry went closer to examine the white-haired girl.

'She sure does look like her but more mature.'

"I got no choice! I saw him!" Tom glared at Hagrid.

Tom Riddle turn his attention towards Hagrid. "I don't think you meant to kill anyone. But monsters don't make good pets. I suppose you just let it out for exercise and--"

"It never killed anyone!" said the large boy, backing against the closed door. From behind him, Harry could hear a funny rustling and clicking.

"Come on, Rubeus," said Riddle, moving yet closer. "The dead girl's parents will be here tomorrow. The least Hogwarts can do make sure that the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered..."

"It wasn't him!" roared the boy, his voice echoing in the dark passage. "He wouldn'! He never!"

"Stand aside," said Riddle, drawing out his wand.

"Tom, don't you dare."

His spell lit the corridor with a sudden flaming light. The door behind the large boy flew open with such force it knocked him into the wall opposite. And out of it came something that made Harry let out a long, piercing scream unheard by anyone.

A vast, low-slung, hairy body and a tangle of black legs; a gleam of many eyes and a pair of razor-sharp pincers - Riddle raised his wand again, but he was too late. The thing bowled him over as it scuttled away, tearing up the corridor and out of sight. Riddle scrambled to his feet, looking after it; he raised his wand, but the huge boy leapt on him, seized his wand, and threw him back down, yelling, "NOOOOOO!"

"" Everything stopped; the white-haired girl face was red from anger. Thinking how would he do that to a poor animal and how seeing her uncle cry from sadness.

She walked towards Tom and poked his chest, and glared, "I'm telling the headmaster, I got enough from this." she took a trophy out from her pocket and threw it on the ground. She glances at him in anger.

"Screw the plan, Tom. If you're going to act like this so we can do the plan, but we holy angels are not allowed to be associated with evil."

But little does she know... there is part evil in her.

The aura of the white-haired girl was way too much for the three of them to handle; her aura is even stronger and terrifying because she is angry.

The scene whirled, the darkness became complete; Harry felt himself falling and, with a crash, he landed spread-eagled on his four-poster in the Gryffindor dormitory, Riddle's diary lying open on his stomach.

Before he had had time to regain his breath, the dormitory door opened, and Ron came in.

"There you are," he said.

Harry sat up. He was sweating and shaking.

"What's up?" said Ron, looking at him with concern.

"It was Hagrid, Ron. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had always known that Hagrid had an unfortunate liking for large and monstrous creatures. During their first year at Hogwarts, he had tried to raise a dragon in his little wooden house, and it would be a long time before they forgot the giant, three-headed dog he'd christened "Fluffy." And if, as a boy, Hagrid had heard that a monster was hidden somewhere in the castle, Harry was sure he'd have gone to any lengths for a glimpse of it. He'd probably thought it was a shame that the monster had been cooped up so long and thought it deserved the chance to stretch its many legs; Harry could imagine the thirteen-year-old Hagrid trying to fit a leash and collar on it. But he was equally certain that Hagrid would never have meant to kill anybody.

Harry half wished he hadn't found out how to work Riddle's diary. Again and again, Ron and Hermione made him recount what he'd seen until he was heartily sick of telling them and sick of the long, circular conversations that followed.

"Riddle might have got the wrong person," said Hermione. "Maybe it was some other monster that was attacking people..."

"How many monsters d'you think this place can hold?" Ron asked dully.

"We always knew Hagrid had been expelled," said Harry miserably. "And the attacks must've stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldn't have got his award."

Ron tried a different tack.

"Riddle does sound like Percy - who asked him to squeal on Hagrid, anyway?"

"But the monster had killed someone, Ron," said Hermione.

"And Riddle was going to go back to some Muggle orphanage if they closed Hogwarts," said Harry. "I don't blame him for wanting to stay here..."

"You met Hagrid down Knockturn Alley, didn't you, Harry?"

"He was buying a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent," said Harry quickly.

The three of them fell silent. After a long pause, Hermione voiced the knottiest question of all in a hesitant voice.

"Do you think we should go and ask Hagrid about it all?"

"That'd be a cheerful visit," said Ron. "Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?'"

"Do you think he would tell us, Hermoine, by just asking him? I thought you were smart." Ron rolled his eyes.

"But... on the memory, Tom was with someone else..." Harry looked at them straight in the eye; Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

"Who is it?" Hermione asked.

"Y/N."

There was silence, then Ron laughed. "Y/N? Harry, are you okay? Why would Y/N be in a memory from 50 years ago? Harry, Y/N is the same age as us." Ron snorted.

"Does she look like Y/N?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded, "she does but a bit older and mature, tall but not too tall. But she has white hair and red eyes." Harry told the two Gryffindors what he saw.

"White hair? Red eyes? Harry, you know, the only ones who have white hair are the Goddess, and the red eyes are the devil. Are you sure about what you saw?" Hermione tried to make Harry details even more real.

"I'm serious here, also. She has the same aura as our Y/N, happy aura but at the same time terrifying and dangerous aura."

A flashback came to Harry as he remembered about the troll and Professor Quirrell.

"Harry, are you sure about that? There's no way Y/N can go back in time." Ron shook his head.

In the end, they decided that they would not say anything to Hagrid nor Y/N unless there was another attack. As more and more days went by with no whisper from the disembodied voice, they became hopeful that they would never need to talk to him about why he had been expelled.

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It's been nearly four months since Justin, and Nearly Headless Nick had been Petrified, and nearly everybody seemed to think that the attacker, whoever it was, had retired for good. Peeves had finally got bored of his "Oh, Y/N, Potter, Knight, you rotter" song; Ernie Macmillan asked me quite politely to pass a bucket of leaping toadstools in Herbology one day. In March, several of the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three. This made aunt Pomona very happy.

But right now, we are in our potions class at the moment. We are currently learning about Swelling Solution.

"Kayden? Are you alright?" I asked.

She turned to me and smiled weakly. "Yeah, I am," she said, but she's somewhat shaking and wobbling. Her face is pale, even her lips.

"You're sweating."

She chuckled and wiped her sweat awhile "thank you for telling me that." she went to the other table to take more ingredients, but then she covered her mouth and started coughing.

"Knight, are you alright?" Pansy asked.

Kayden nodded but continued cough, but there was blood dripping out of her mouth. "Y/N?" she turned towards me. "I feel dizzy." she fell on her knees.

Draco caught her in his arms, he tried to shake her body, but her eyes slowly closed. "Knight? Kayden, keep your eyes open." Uncle Severus immidently rush towards them.

"Y/N, Call Linda."

The door burst open, "No need; we are here."

Grandpa, Aunt Minnie, Linda and two other people. One of them is wearing a butler suit and the other one with maid clothes.

"S-sir... sh-she's not br-breathing." Draco looked up at us, and he's shaking.

"No..." I went towards them and brought her in my arms. "Kayden, open your eyes," I said as I shook her body.

But there was no response.

I started shrieking, and my whole body is shaking from crying way too much and the fact that my best friend is gone.

Henry kneeled. "Kayden, please. Open your eyes, don't joke around." he held Kayden's face.

But then Kayden was snatched away from my arms.

I took my wand out and pointed at them, "WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER AND WHO ARE YOU."

The butler who is carrying Kayden kneeled and bowed. "My name is Theobald FitzWalter. I am the head butler of the Knight estate, princess."

Then the maid bowed. "My name is Elodie Authement, and I am the head maid of the Knight estate. Theobald and I are one of the staff who takes care of the Duchess ever since she was a kid."

"Answer me, where are you taking her."

"To Knight estate, we have to take the duchess body back to the estate. Princess."