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CHAPTER 2: REAL INTENTIONS

BELLA BRACED HERSELF FROM WHAT IS COMING FOR HER. Seeing the girl trembling as she eagerly exploded with excitement, it wouldn't be long. "I thought we were friends! Why, oh why didn't you tell us you were going out with him!" Bella would probably have gone deaf. Harry watched as she massages the right side of her head. It would most likely hurt. Was it so necessary to shout when the person you are talking to is right there beside you? And she did not even answer her question.

"Who is it, Alice?" Bella repeated, already downright irritated. It seemed like Alice did not hear her. What a waste of time talking to someone when that someone doesn't even pay attention. Bella would have been studying—or more likely reading her diary—right this moment instead of talking with these two. Harry wished that was the case. It would be much more interesting than listening to these girls' discussion.

Alice's eyes widened as if what Bella said was so unbelievable. She is indeed theatrical. "It's Edward!" she screamed incredulously. Apparently, it is quite unbelievable to her. Wait, Edward? Why is he here? Harry pondered about it. The last time Bella saw him, as it says in her diary, was along the corridors. She didn't really write anything that would explain Edward's sudden visit. But—

Harry was momentarily disturbed. "Yeah, you never even told us you knew him," said the girl from across the room, as she glared at her with accusing eyes. It's rather obvious that Bella and these girls weren't close. Harry somehow found that funny, knowing how irritating these two girls are...no wonder Bella didn't befriend them.

Looking at Bella and at the girl near the door, they possibly had this past that made them cold to each other. "Everyone knows who he is, Rosalie," Bella stated indifferently. It's a little unsettling to see Rosalie, glaring while her other friend, Alice, was squealing a while ago. It was probably just a reaction to the visitor...or just plain jealousy.

Rosalie sighed angrily and seethed, "Not my point."

"Who even said it is?" Bella retorted in the same tone.

"You should listen to—" Rosalie started.

"And why would I?" Then Bella interrupted.

"BE-CAUSE," she was crossing the room, "IF. YOU. DON'T." Her wand ready and pointed at Bella, "I. WON'T. HESI-TATE. ON. CUR-SING. YOU." But Bella was smirking back at her. Her right hand snaked under her pillow, making her look unthreatened by Rosalie's wand.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. Bella's current disposition is not appropriate for the situation. Did she not realize that her wand is not within her hands right now? Harry warily looked at the abandoned wand on the bedside table. A smart wizard always has a wand ready at all times. If Harry had lived in this past, he'd sure lecture this girl about this. How can she be in Ravenclaw if she's this careless?

The other girl, the eccentric one, decided to interrupt their tense silence. "Oh, cut it out!" Alice scolded at both of them. The two didn't even look in her direction. She faced Rosalie with a desperate expression on her face, "who cares about that stupid point!" she sighed, exasperate. Her face abruptly focused on Bella, her eyes sparked and she unleashed her inner craziness at her. "And you! What are you still waiting for? He's waiting just outside!" That reminded Harry of what he was thinking a while ago, before he was interrupted.

Bella didn't even wait before she jumped off the bed, picked up her wand and walked out the door without another word. Rosalie remained glaring as Alice's eyes were hopeful. Why Harry wondered how those two went along.

The Ravenclaw common room was empty when they got down the spiral staircase. The fire was still burning, illuminated the pale blue walls that covered the wonderful room. The biggest and most comfy-looking couch was facing the blue fire for warmth. It looked different from his common room. There were three huge bookshelves pushed at the right side of the wall. It's full with hard-covered books both old and new were lazily unarranged. The study table on the middle was covered with school books, most are for fifth years.

Then there was the Ravenclaw motto, right above the fireplace, written in elegant flaming Latin script and framed with old sturdy fiber wood: Ingenium lepidissimum homini pretiosissimum.An English translation was written below it as well: "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."

Harry remembered Luna quoted it several times before. His subconscious wondered about what is currently happening in the present...Maybe he should continue this tomorrow...or later this afternoon. He's not even sure what time it is at the moment but it's probably late or it's already early morning...and he does feel extremely exhausted. He would take a break right after this just as soon he knows what this Edward person is up to, Harry promised to himself. But he doubts he could put his word into action if something happens that is awfully intriguing...

Bella stopped at the entry, hesitantly reaching for the knob. Then footsteps coming from upstairs ushered her to suddenly grab the knob and escape. Harry found it hilarious, he actually laughed at the sight of her face. He knew the footsteps were from Rosalie and Alice, since they're the only ones there. She'd rather face him, than face them. That does make sense, Harry considered.

Then there he was, leaning against the wall, staring straight at her with a serene smile on his face. He looked somewhat different with that kind of smile. Harry compared him to the one he saw at the Great Hall. He looked...nice and average, but his smile makes him look somehow more than that. Harry hated himself for forming that observation.

If the observation made Harry, a twenty-two year-old man, on edge, how would that smile possibly affect a seventeen year-old girl? Bella haven't looked at him yet. She still has her back to him, still panting or preparing for what's coming for her. Her face still looked ridiculous, according to Harry. He remembers what the girls back at his time in Hogwarts looked when Cedric Diggory cross their paths. The pain that Harry felt was already expected to come, every time he thinks of him. But it didn't feel so painful now, now that he had avenged his murder.

Bella slowly turned, her eyes closed until she's already facing Edward Masen, who just smoothed his robes in front of her. Luckily for him, her eyes were still shut. Edward slowly stepped forward, and then Bella's eyes flashed open.

"Hi," she blurted out, as she saw him in such proximity. It rather looked uncomfortable than sitting with Alice.

"Hi," said Edward, as he scratched the back of his head. Both of them looked at each other uneasily. Harry wondered if that's how he looked like every time he looks at Cho back when he still have a crush on her. He probably looked like an incompetent fool, who cannot even form a sentence that has at least two words in it. But a simple 'hi' does seem to have its popularity since then.

"So...what are you doing here? Don't you have class?" asked Bella, looking bold as she did. Harry wondered if he can do that to someone who looked so...out of your league. Brave face, there's a great deal to it than simply that. Bella seemed strong enough to make her weaknesses as strengths. And she does have quite a fear on attention and conversations in general.

"Free period." he automatically answered. Nicely handled, Harry complimented while analyzing every move Edward is making.

"Er..." was all Bella could muster. They stared at each other for an unending amount of time. Then they started laughing, shaking off some of the dust on the corridor walls and ceiling by the echo of their loud ebullient voices. Edward looked relieved to have finally broken the ice of awkwardness. The same goes for Bella, who started to shake off the some filthy dust atop her head. Harry saw two pairs of eyes peeping out of the Ravenclaw entrance. The two were eavesdropping apparently.

"Okay, I told you I'll make it up to you, right?" said Edward, as he started the real conversation. Harry looked confused and so was Bella. They both have no idea what Edward was talking about.

"Make up for what?" she asked. Edward looked back at her, realizing she didn't remember and he smiled. Harry noticed that he gazed behind Bella's shoulder then came back to her. "What is it?" she asked. He must have seen those two pairs of eyes behind her. Bella followed his gaze then muttered, "Oh." Edward started moving back, then when he grasped that Bella wasn't following he gestured for her to follow. Edward matched her strolling pace as they walk through the corridors...

"I'm still sorry for what my friends did at the second floor corridor a week ago. I told them not to repeat it and took 10 points from each of them because they deserved it," said Edward. Comprehension suddenly struck her and Harry is not too far back. Edward was the prefect who helped her when she fell, Harry understood at last. That diary entry didn't say any name...

"Er...thanks," she muttered, staring at the floor. They strolled for a quite a great deal amount of time before Edward finally spoke.

"Are you doing anything on Saturday?" he asked suddenly. Oh, Harry thought. He was expecting something far from normal happening...But at least he knows where this one is going.

"What? Er...I don't know...is there anything important on Saturday?" Bella was pulled back from her internal debates, completely startled, when she heard him speak. Harry wondered what she was thinking about. Didn't she realize what he was doing? It's rather obvious.

"Well...it is Valentine's Day...and I...er...wanted to ask if you want to go to Hogsmeade with me," He stared at the floor as he waited for her response. Bella looked oddly surprise, like she did not expect such proposition from him. Harry rolled his eyes. What else would Edward be there for?

"Oh...er...sure," she answered incoherently dazed. Or more like shocked.

"Really?" Edward looked up, hopeful. His eyes literally gleamed, despite their dark emerald complexion.

"Yeah, sure," said Bella as she watched Edward's face and the emotions in it.

"Well then I'd meet you here." He wasn't smiling, trying to look decent and not overly high-spirited with the news. But it's easy to see that he is exuberant enough with just a glance to his glimmering green eyes. Unsurprisingly, Bella didn't notice. Was she always unobservant?

They are in the hallway in the ground floor near the library and corridor that will lead straight outside to the gate of Hogsmeade. Bella looked around and agreed to meet him there. Edward already bid his goodbye and has his back turned when something caught Harry's attention.

Then Harry suddenly felt someone grabbed his shoulders, tugging him out of the pensieve in the most important part. The memories swirled around as he travelled back to the Headmaster's office. Then there he is again, back in Professor McGonagall's office, standing beside Professor McGonagall herself. He was glad with the intervention.

He doesn't know if he had the ability to stop watching the memories the moment he spotted Tom Riddle's head, shown out of the Invisibility Cloak behind Edward's retreating figure. He has obviously standing there, watching Bella and Edward's awkward exchange. But what Harry didn't understand was his reaction. Why was he so enraged?

"I think you need to sleep off, Harry," Minerva eyed him with concern.

No doubts that there are dark bruise-colored bags below his tired looking eyes. "I don't really know where I should sleep, is there still an open inn at Hogsmeade in this late hour?" asked Harry. He rubbed his eyes, then forcing them to stay open. He is in grave need of sleep or else he'll pass out.

Professor McGonagall answered immediately. "Probably not...you wouldn't want to sleep in the hospital wing I suppose," He nodded and she continued, "Well, perhaps you could use the Room of Requirement. I assume you know where it is," she quirked her right eyebrow as she spoke.

"Er...I thought it burned down during the War..." Harry admitted sheepishly. He remembered the Ravenclaw diadem destroyed by a Cursed Fire. The fire, licking everything and anything inside the room filled with hidden objects. He sighed, trying to rub off the memory by rubbing his forehead and sadly, it didn't work. Memories on how he fought and saved Draco from the burning room...and left Crabbe behind...

"Oh yes, but it's nothing magic can't repair," Minerva motioned for him to leave as she placed the pensieve inside the old wooden cabinet. Harry took his last glance before proceeding to take some goodnight sleep.

It is located on the seventh floor opposite an enormous tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy attempting to train trolls for the ballet, the Room of Requirement appears only when someone is in great need of it. Harry still knows how to make it appear. He must walk past its hidden entrance three times while concentrating on what he needed: a soft bed and a glass of water. The room will then appear, outfitted with whatever he required. It is also known as the Come and Go Room by the Hogwarts house-elves.

It took several flights of stairs before he finally gotten to the right floor. The seventh floor corridor was full of snoring paintings, but other than that, there's peaceful silence as he walked his way through the same familiar corridors. His gaze turned outside the window. The sky was in total darkness, but there's light inside Hagrid's Hut. Then a thought occurred to him. Hagrid might know something about her since he stays in Hogwarts at that time. He decided that he'll ask after he gets a nice decent sleep...

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"Oi, 'Arry!" Hagrid opened the door before Harry even got there. "What brings you 'ere?"

"Hagrid," said Harry as he took of his coat and placed it on the holder. It was warm in Hagrid's hut and quiet. He quickly scanned the room.

"Where's Fang?" he asked.

"In the hospital wing with Poppy, he developed those big-red-spots-all-over-his-fur-that-hurts-like-hell-when-in-contact last night so Pomona is making him some kind antidote. They said he's getting old and it might take time for him to heal so they'll make him stay there for a week. He gets lonely up there in the castle so I'm just getting some food 'ere then I'll be back there," Hagrid finally turned to him. "You still 'ere then?"

Harry still feel bad about yesterday when he turned down the offer. Then showing down here unannounced...He can't blame Hagrid for feeling hurt. "Yes...I'm on... research," he explained poorly. But he is indeed researching for some details about the past. His tone just came out all wrong.

Apparently, Hagrid didn't notice. "Really then, what can I do to help?" he asked putting on his coat and giving Harry back his. They both went out and walked side-by-side crossing the field, towards the castle. It was almost twelve o'clock and Harry hasn't eaten anything since he first arrived here. But lunch can wait, while opportunities like this doesn't last forever.

"Er...do you know someone by the name of Bella Swan by any chance?" he finally had the courage to ask. It could help to be straightforward.

"Hmm...I have heard 'bout her." Hagrid answered, pondering about it. It made Harry hopeful and was about to ask another question but Hagrid cut him. "But I can't be sure." The excitement in Harry's faced drained completely off his face.

"I think she's studying at Hogwarts during your years..." Harry added eagerly. They're already inside Hogwarts, making their way to see Fang.

Hagrid halted right in front of the hospital wing, turning to Harry. "Hmm... well then try searching the library for the 1944 yearbook." Oh, yes, the yearbooks! Harry's excitement doubled. "Show me her picture and then maybe I'd remember." Hagrid added before completely entering the room. Harry promised himself that he'd visit Fang after he finished looking for the yearbook.

But it seems that it'll take forever looking for it. He already asked the librarian for help but they still haven't found it. The librarian said that the yearbook is probably placed in a different shelve or was stolen by a student. Harry still feels he can find it and he just have to patiently look for it. Unfortunately, he gave up around three in the afternoon, convinced that it was stolen, and he had gone to the kitchen for food.

After his late-lunch, he decided to go up to the Headmaster's office again to resume watching the pensieve. Professor McGonagall was currently at the Ministry of Magic for some kind of errand so Harry was alone in the room. He took his time walking to the cabinet when some certain book from the nearest shelf caught his attention.

There it was. The 1944 yearbook, with slick black leather cover and gold tinted lettering that highlights 1944. Harry didn't even think twice before grabbing the book and scanning it immediately.

Harry's subconscious made him wonder if Dumbledore stole it from the library for a little research. It is, after all, filled with Tom Riddle's past. What Harry can't imagine is why Dumbledore remained quiet about it. Could he have known? Then he figured his answer. Dumbledore didn't know about her or the pensieve. Because if he knew, he would tell Harry, would he?

Harry took his time reading each word closely. He turned it from page to page, scrutinizing every bit of information he can get. There wasn't a lot. There was the result of the Inter-House Competition which states that Slytherin won first, Gryffindor next, followed by Ravenclaw, then lastly, Hufflepuff. There's also a page devoted to Tom Riddle for winning the Special Award for Service for the School for discovering Aragog, Hagrid's pet spider. Hagrid's distressed face looked so vulnerable that it made Harry so angry.

More than ever, Harry didn't consider Tom Riddle's human actions as humane because he never is. Even after seeing him in Bella's pensieve...his human-like actions, even his human-like feelings didn't matter. Even if he was once human, his actions are in terrible contrast. "He never was human..."he muttered furiously.

He continued scanning the thick yearbook, with care, reminding himself to control his anger...that it wouldn't be helpful if the book gets torn apart...

Then finally...he found it. The page he was patiently looking for. There were notes—scribbles and side-lines—that someone must have written around the page. Her face in the picture looked the same as yesterday and when he finally took notice that it was under an unexpected headline...

He dropped the book out of shock..

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A/N: I apologize for cutting it there. To make it up, I'd like to let you know that there would be a lot of people during Tom Riddle's time coming into the story. Also, if you're wondering why Bella is smirking while Rosalie is threatening her...it's because she's holding the diary in her right hand and ready to throw it at Rosalie when it gets to some point...at least if she gets terribly cursed, Rosalie will receive worst. Remember the Bella's diary is cursed too.

You're also free to ask questions and share opinions or point out my mistakes because I also value grammar and would hate if there are things out of place. I apologize if there are indeed a lot of grammatical errors in there, I'm don't reread what I write and I have no Beta.

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