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"I mean think about it. The diary is fifty years old, and you are sixteen. So that would mean that the Dark Lord would've been sixty six when he died."

"What are you taking about?"

Arth slapped himself on the face.

"Your right. I'm an idiot. It wouldn't be sixty six, it would be fifty five, since he was defeated eleven years ago. I'm such an idiot."

Riddle still looked confused.

"I don't think we're in the same page here."

Arth sighed.

"Well of course were not on the same page, you are a memory in a dairy from fifty years ago while I am a living person in reality. If we wanted to be on the same page, then either I would have to go back fifty years or you would have to completely materialize into current reality."

Seeing the still confused face of Riddle, Arth sighed.

"Just forget what I said. Let's get to the important part. Why are you here?"

Riddle gathered his composure before speaking in a hesitant manner.

"I am here because it is the time for me to leave. I am but a mere hour away from becoming completely integrated into this world. All I need to do is find a new host and I shall be back into this world once more."

Arth frowned.

"What's wrong with using Theodore?"

Riddle shook his head.

"He has given me all he can. I can no longer absorb any more of his soul, for he has not opened it enough to me."

"It's been bugging me since a while ago but can we use the term Mana instead of soul?"

"Huh?"

"Mana, you don't know what that is?"

"Wha-"

"Oh right, you probably don't, it's my theory after all."

"What are you trying to-"

"It's my theory that everything is made up of mana, from rocks to people all the way to the magic we cast."

"Can I Please-"

"I first though of it when I was trying to identify what exactly a ghost was made out of."

"I do not want to hear-"

"What exactly was a ghost made out of? It can't be a physical element as they can pass through anything physical. So the obvious answer was that it had something to do with magic."

Arth stopped the stuttering riddle from speaking.

"It makes sense then because only wizards can become ghosts. It also explains why Headless Nick got affected by the Basilisk stare, that is if my theory is correct. Since the basilisk death glare is basically shooting a massive wave of mana through your eyes, the basilisk can harm a ghost. And since mana is everywhere, ghosts can pass through walls. It's like stabbing water. The mana in a ghost gives way for the physical object."

"..."

"So that brings me back to the question why do I call souls mana? Let's go back to the ghosts, what are ghosts, in the simplest of terms?"

"... souls."

"Exactly, So that means souls are made up of mana thus why I wish to call souls, mana."

Riddle wore an expression of surprise and started to clap.

"How brilliant, wonderful reasoning and well thought out logic. I am very impressed."

Arth did a dainty little bow.

"Thank you. So what were you saying? You need a new host, right?"

Riddle smiled.

"Yes. I need a new host in order for me to fully materialize."

Arth chuckled.

"Then I must be on my way now."

Riddle, Scarlet, and Bask stared dumbly at Arth.

"What do you mean?"

Arth sighed.

"It would be stupid to stay here, wouldn't it?"

"What?"

Arth pointed at Riddle and said in the most primitive way possible.

"He needs new host. Only host is me. Me run. You understand?"

Faces of realization dawned on Scarlet's and Bask's face while Riddle cursed inwardly to himself.

"What are you doing! Get him!"

Scarlet hesitated while Bask started to uncomfortably squirm.

Riddle narrowed his eyes before repeating in parlseltongue.

"Get him."

Scarlet shuddered before waving her hands towards Bask who started to exponentially grow.

Arth was about to run for his light when there was the sound of the stone door opening.

Harry and Ron came running in while screaming.

"ARTH! YOU ARE ALIVE!"

Arth inwardly groaned.

"It seems that those two boys are suicidal idiots after all."

Shortly after Harry and Ron, three more people entered. One had a slightly disheveled blonde hair and a strained smile, while the other two were very familiar to Arth.

His parents were here.