come.  come to me.
blood.  i smell blood.  harry stops cold, looking around for the source of the voice.
let me rip you.  let me kill you.  harry steps to the wall, playing his fingers along the stone, then begins walk, slowly at first, then more quickly, as if following something, moving faster and faster, rounding the corner and coming face to face with.  hermione and ron.
kill.  time to kill.  as harry stiffens, hermione and ron study him curiously.
riddle. the boy wheels.  and looks right through harry. harry turns, too. it's dumbledore.  fifty years younger.
c'mon, aragog. gotta get yeh outta here.  c'mon now.  in the box.
kill this time.  let me rip.  tear. harry freezes. ron and hermione stop, knowing by his face.