Then the Chamber of Secrets was opened, of course, his attention went straight to the Riddle’s, watching them like a hawk. Only a Slytherin Heir could open the Chamber. But despite his fear, they showed no signs of having found it, he had tried to glance at the surface of their minds but unfortunately didn’t find many reasons to be around them and Severus’ deflected his attempts to summon them. He frowned heavily, Severus had been rather protective of them, he would have to look into that. Severus was meant to be his inside pawn. But still, he had kept an eye on Hartford and Hermione, but they appeared to have no involvement. That was when he felt it. Tom Riddle’s oppressive magic. It wasn’t his children, but him! This was perfect! The world would know that Voldemort was still alive and the common folk would look to him for answers yet again. He traced the magic to a stupid little first-year Muggleborn Gryffindor who had his old diary. Creevey couldn’t fight the possession once it had a hold on his core, and of course, he hadn’t suspected anything strange about the diary until it was too late.