The haunting, vivid dreams of Tom Riddle have never really left her. Neither has Tom Riddle himself...
Some of this chapter may lack action, but think about it: how many first chapters are all exciting and stuff?
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Ginny...
The voice spoke from the darkness; that voice, echoing through the Chamber, bouncing from its walls, ringing through the emptiness with unwelcome familiarity...
...Ginny...
Ginny felt her breath catch in her chest; it did not matter that she heard the voice more than once every day. She closed her eyes, turned her back witha sense of foreboding...
It happened. Cold, lacy fingers were touching her, feeling her, almost caressing her...In an instant she was dangling, feet trying to find solid ground. She desperately strained her neck away from te chill of a voice that was calling at her shoulder...
And it was over: Ginny woke with a shaky start. The dormitory was uncharacteristically still, doing nothing to comfort her, but it jolted her sense of awareness. It was a dream, as she should well have known...she had seen it ever since what she thought was a false hope turned into a hauntingly true reality...
It had been just last year. She opened the book and wrote, thinking that it could be her own diary. It was someone else's. She poured her very heart out to him and he listened, seeming harmless, seeming to understand. She only wished he was real and the wish was granted, but it went horribly awry.
But, of course, Riddle was nothing more than a memory. Even Harry had told her so...
With that thought to cheer her slightly, Ginny gave herself a shake and got up to dress, oblivious to the momentary red gleam as familiar as her dreams...
Wow...lots of '...' but hey. not too lengthy, but i never can start out long enough...