Just That Girl Called Ginny

Ginny's first year is a mix of complete chaos, and it's definitely NOT something an eleven year old girl would want to put up with! Hogwarts is an incredible place, fun, magical, and definitely safe! Well . . . That is until Ginny's first year. The Chamber Of Secrets has been opened again, and no student is safe, especially not Ginny, who is an inexperienced young girl, thrust into a dangerous and deadly adventure, with only one way out. Not only does she have to battle with the darkest wizard of all time, she also has to fight with a broken heart, because the boy she loves could not possibly love her . . . Will Ginny survive? Or will she disappear like those thrust into the chamber before her?

Cover by: MissQuirky


5. Tom-Who?

Mum was running around saying, "Have you got your wand, Ron? Good, good. And your owl, Harry? Fabulous! George, what are you hiding?" Everything was crazy! I forgot my diary when we were leaving, so we had to turn back at least twice, because almost everyone else had forgotten something as well! Dad, Ron and Harry packed the suitcases into our old Ford Anglia while Mum, Fred and George were searching for forgotten items.

I was still packing and trying to lock my door in a way that Mum wouldn't be able to get in by magic. (And she was hopeless with lock picks and other muggle items, plus I was the only one with the key!) Percy was still packing all his important items. (Or rather, polishing his badge and sending secret messages to someone.) Percy had taken to staying in his room and writing letters to a secret somebody. I noticed this because his owl was always flying to some place and back.

Once we had all finished, dad invited us into the car, which was magically adjusted to look normal to muggles, but have seats the size of a bench inside. Mum was nervously staring out of the window and saying, "I mean, you'd never know it was roomy on the inside, would you?". I quickly grabbed a seat next to Harry and he smiled. I blushed very badly, but felt happy anyway, he was so close to me!

When we got to Kingscross Station, we were almost running late! Thankfully, after rushing through the barrier, we got into the train on time. Some of us did, anyway. After an hour or two, I thought it mysterious that Ron hadn't turned up yet. Let alone Harry . . . Where were they?

I ran into every compartment and accidentally bumped into Fred. "Hey!", he called. "What's the big rush, little sis? We're not there yet!" I jumped up and down and said, "Harry and Ron are gone! I can't find them anywhere! What if they didn't get the train on time?" George, who was listening, looked worried and whispered, "What if . . . No, impossible . . ."

"What?!", I demanded. "What if Voldemort got them and . . . He nearly got Harry last time, what if he's come to finish off his work?" George whimpered. Me and Fred both said "Rubbish!" at the same time, although I wasn't convinced. Both my brothers tried to assure me that nothing bad will have happened to them (George still looked unsure though) and said that Mum and Dad probably dropped them off at Hogwarts, because they missed the train. None of us had anything else to say, so I went back to my compartment, which was empty, and I felt very lonely.

When we finally arrived at the castle, a giant man greeted the first years. He was twice the size as any tall adult and had a shaggy beard that covered most of his face. "Ello, firs' years, this way please. 'Ere are the boats. You'll be gettin' on em with two other people. Gently please!", he boomed. He was called Hagrid, my brothers mentioned him and his small hut by the vegetable patch before, and from Ron's stories, I knew that if I wanted to find Harry, that was where to go! The smallest girl in the group looked terrified of him though, and whimpered whenever he came near her!

We glided over the lake, my mind still on Harry, and soon entered the school, after a young boy called Collin had fallen into the lake and had to be fished out by Hagrid. A stern looking witch called Professor McGonnagal lead us through the enormous front door and explained how we would be sorted. A few people looked relieved, while others terrified at the thought of sitting in front of the whole school. I belonged to the relieved. Ron told me you had to battle a troll and see if you could survive a deadly potion they gave you. (According to him, half the students died while doing this. The truth was, you only had to sit on a stool and pull a hat onto your head. This hat would then look inside you (not literally!) and decide if you would be best in  Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, or the horrible Slytherin.)

As we entered the Great Hall, almost everyone was staring at us. Maybe it wasn't so good after all . . . When all the first years were sitting on the bench provided, the hat started singing. It sang a song about all the houses, showing what was good in all of them, finishing with the line "So let me sort you now!" According to the girl next to me, it made up a different one each year, which seemed pretty strange and hard to me. Then, it called "Creevey Collin," who became the first Gryffindor. (And also the first ever student to fall into the lake.) Then, "Vronlan Crarlos," who became a Ravenclaw and so on. At last, it was my turn! I nervously hopped onto the stool and sat there as Professor McGonnagal placed the shabby hat on my head, which whispered "Yet another Weasley! I won't ever stop sorting you, will I? Oh goodness me! Oh, what a poor hat I am! Especially those twin brothers of yours, who were sorted together, and tried to tickle me! Oh, those troublesome lads! Anyway, I know exactly what to do with you! Lot's of courage, bravery, and a kind heart. Intelligent, but not by Ravenclaw's standards, let me see . . ."

It paused for a while, before shouting "GRYFFINDOR!" loud enough for the whole school to hear! As Gryffindor cheered, I grinned and felt like jumping up and down with joy! I was a Gryffindor! Professor McGonnagal told me to find a seat at my house table, so I went and sat down to a second year girl that had big, bushy hair and rather large front teeth. After talking to her for a while, I learned that she was the Hermione Ron had been talking about all Summer, and she was such a kind person! We worried about Ron and Harry while we were eating and she decided to speak to Professor Dumbledore if they didn't turn  up soon.

When everyone finished eating, news had started to spread that Harry and Ron had arrived in a flying car, and both me and Hermione were in shock and definitely terrified! "Oh my goodness! Dad's flying Ford Anglia! They must have flown in that!" I frantically said! Fred and George realized it must have been, so they set up an enormous party in the Gryffindor Common Room, which seemed crazy to me. I thought they were crazy for not worrying, they even congratulated the two for what they had done!

I, for some reason, didn't feel like getting involved, so I climbed up the stairs to the girl's Dormitory and sat down on an empty bed, which had my trunk underneath it. I pulled out my new school books and rummaged through them. When I opened "A Beginner's Guide To Transfiguration," a small, battered diary fell out. It was black and when I opened the cover, I saw a name on the front. Tom Riddle.

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