I might continue this, but I'm writing another fic with a lot of chapters right now. I probably
won't continue this (if I actually do) until after the other story is finished unless I get a lot of
reviews telling me they'll kill me if I don't continue (which I *really* don't expect).


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"What Might Have Been"

Professor Thomas Riddle sorted through the multitude of
parchments that cluttered his desk.

"And may I ask why your parchment is blank, Ms. Granger?"

The young Gryffindor scowled and took the parchment from
him. Her mouth opened in horror and she shouted indignantly,
"But-but-but I-I wrote it!! I spent three hours writing it!"

"Is this some type of joke?" he sneered, eyeing Ron Weasley,
who was snickering on the opposite side of the room. "Your
housemate seems to think this is funny."

He waved his wand over the parchment carelessly and
neatly-scrawled writing began to appear before their eyes.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." he sneered, "for this *pathetic*
excuse of a joke."

"But I-"

"You *obviously* didn't write this in normal ink, Granger. Otherwise,
it would appear normally. And- oh look, it dissappeared again.
Ten more points."

"But Professor, I didn't do this!"

He ignored her, sorting through the other parchments.

"Class, you are dismissed."

Hermione hastily picked up her bookbag and stormed out of the classroom.

"Ron Weasley, you little-"

She was cut off by uproarious laughter.