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


7. The Diary - or rather, Tom Riddle

"I had blood on my hands. I had blood on my hands! Oh no, what if it was me? What if I tried to murder that cat? Help me, Tom!" I rapidly wrote. No answer. "Please! Don't leave me!", I desperately called. Finally, two words appeared in red. "Go, Ginny . . ." All was dark.

I was crawling, crawling across the cold floor. No! I was slithering and looking for somebody . . . I smelt blood, fresh blood . . . No! It was getting away, no! I needed fresh pray! "Come to me, come . . Yes, yes! Come!" I wailed. Closer and closer I got, until . . ."

BANG! I woke once again. I was covered in the same, dark red blood and felt as if I had just ran a mile. What was wrong with me?! The last thing I remembered was Tom . . . Yes, Tom! That diary! Was he causing this? Was he using me?! Was I . . . The monster?

No way! That couldn't happen . . . Could it? I stood up and looked around. Where was I? Oh yes, it must've been the fifth floor corridor. Miles away from my dorm. In the distance, I could hear children shouting and then, Filch's voice getting closer. Oh no! I had to hide! I was terrified that they would find me in that state. I would be expelled! I quickly paced back and forwards, wondering what to do. And then, out of nowhere, a door appeared! I pulled it open, thinking, "Please don't find me!" I closed my eyes.

And when I opened them again, I gasped. How could something that amazing be hidden in Hogwarts? It was the room of my dreams! I looked like a normal bedroom I would have loved to have, a bit like my own, only way bigger! The walls were red and gold, and in the exact middle there was  wooden double bed with . . . Hey wait a second! I didn't know you could get duvet covers with Harry's face on them!

Well, that's what it was, Harry's face on a red background with the golden Gryffindor lion next to him. It was so detailed! The pillows were red with the Gryffindor lion on them too and on the bed lay my long-lost toy that I had ever since I was a baby, before I lost it of course . . .

There were also two bedside tables on either side of the bed. Every piece of furniture was the same color, a light brown that matched the red and gold. I had a paper lantern on the ceiling (red) and a desk with a really comfortable red and gold armchair. It was warm, because of a pretty wooden fireplace in the corner and a fluffy golden rug lay in front of it. The floor was wooden and I immediately fell onto it, as I was so tired and weak . . .

I suddenly looked at my bloodstained hands and wished that there was a bathroom in that beautiful bedroom. I mean, what use was the bedroom of my dreams without an en suite bathroom?! Just as I wished it, a door appeared on the only blank space in the room. I pulled it open and stepped into the room. It was a bathroom! I quickly washed my hands and then ran and jumped onto the wonderful bed. I yawned loudly, and was asleep before my head hit the pillows. (I think!)

I dreamed about the next day's Quidditch match. Gryffindor would be playing against Slytherin! I dreamed about Harry, and how amazing he would be, he was the youngest Quidditch player in a century, after all. As he was Gryffindor's seeker, it was up to him to win the match. Imagining him grabbing the snitch (a small, flying golden ball, which was incredibly fast!) took a long time, and I was sure I slept a long time, probably until the next morning, which would get me into a lot of trouble with the teachers.

I woke up quickly. I had to get out of there, I would be in so much trouble if someone found me! I rushed out and slammed the door sharply. I ran, and as I ran, I thought of Harry. I thought of Tom. I thought of the Slytherin monster. I ran faster and foolishly stumbled, slipped on the ground, did two forward rolls, and landed on someone. "Owwwwww!!!", we both yelled. Hey, it was Hermione! I blushed and said, "So sorry Hermione. I was running and then I slipped and-" She interrupted me saying, "I know, I know. I saw you, you tumbled and fell on top of me. Are you alright?" I tried to grin but couldn't so I stood up, "I'm fine. Just a bit bruised."

She stared at me and was about to ask what had happened when Ron (that foolish, stupid brother of mine) came up and called her. He said something about another attack. My eyes widened with fear and I ran again, this time heading for my dormitory. I pulled the curtains on my bed to make sure nobody would see me, and then I cried into my pillow. Why was this happening to me? I wanted to kill myself! Why not? I rammed open my suitcase and searched for a knife, but no luck. Instead, I moaned, got out my wand and grabbed the diary. I tried to tear out the pages, but it was impossible! So I got out of bed and sneaked out of my dorm.

I tiptoed down the stairs and past the Fat Lady, who was the painting in front of the door to Gryffindor's Common Room, guarding it from unwanted strangers. She was sleeping before I slammed the door behind me, and she was very mad at me for annoying her. I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction, all the way down to the out of order girl's toilet, where nobody dared to go, apart from Hermione last year. (And Harry! Oh yeah . . . Ron too.)

I entered the girls bathroom. It was also Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Moaning Myrtle was a really annoying ghost that hung out in a toilet, but she didn't seem to be around today.I dropped to the floor clumsily. And then I cried and moaned. I got my wand and shot the only spells I could think of at myself. The next moment I looked, my body was covered in deep gashes! I was also leaking blood . . . While I was doing it, I heard a voice, a girls voice! Oh no! She would find me and Tom! I picked it up and chucked it as hard as I could - straight into the toilet. And then I sprinted out of there! To my surprise, Sheila, my room - mate, was standing outside the door. I didn't have any real friends, just Hermione, but Sheila had always been quite nice. But she saw me! She saw me covered in blood! Her mouth fell open and she yelled as loud as she could, running away quickly.

I wanted to scream, but no noise came out of my mouth and the last thing I remembered was that I fell to the ground and banged my head, hard.

I slithered across the cold stone floor, looking for fresh prey. There, there! A boy, holding a bunch of grapes, seemed perfect. It was Colin Creevey! "Go," I hissed, and it leapt forward. Colin turned around, with his camera in front of his eyes, and then fell to the floor, as stiff as a board. I ordered it to leave, and awoke in the bathroom, quite alone, falling asleep again because of how tired I trully felt . . .

When I woke, a soft pillow was smothering my head and I was dressed in a red Nightie. My vision was blurry, and my head hurt like hell! I tried to move, and when I did, somebody came up to me and told me to lay still. "Oh dear Miss Weasley. Keep still! These wounds will not heal in a second! What on earth happened to you, dear? Young Sheila MacGriff came up here, screaming her head off! She took me to you, and even I got such a fright! Did somebody attack you?"

It was Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse! I gasped, and lied "I . . . I . . . I'm not really sure what happened! One minute I was walking down the corridor . . .And then I, uhh, wasn't. I've no idea how I got into that . . . Bathroom . . ."  Even though I was probably a very pathetic, bad liar, she believed me, and said I would be just fine, but I'd have to stay for a while. She also said that she would give me a note for my teachers, explaining why I wasn't at lessons, so I wouldn't be in any trouble, which was a relief.

I lay on my bed for a while, and then it was a while before I noticed that Harry was in the Infirmary too. He was recovering from an injury that happened during his match, which I missed, due to everything that was happening. I felt really bad and sorry for him, because of his arm, which . . . Well, let's just say it was a lot floppier than usual after Professor Lockhart's attempts at fixing it.

He only spoke to me once, asking me if I was alright, because the rest of the time, he was sleeping, letting his arm heal. I would watch him sleep, because he looked so peaceful when he did, and he was incredibly handsome, too. I truly would watch him forever . . . But I couldn't. My gashes were healing faster than I wanted them to.

Now and again, Ron and Hermione would come to visit Harry, and when that happened, I would dive behind the curtain, pulling it in front of my body to hide myself, not wanting them to know about what happened to me, they would be too suspicious.


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