Ginny remembered waking up, groggy. A young witch at the age eleven was so excited for her first Halloween at Hogwarts. It was true that she lacked friends that year though, except for one in general. The room was empty as the other girls have already gone down to Christmas. Why was she so tired? Ginny went to bed early the previous night; she was rather tired.
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She didn't go to bed early last night? Or did she? Without opening her eyes, the witch attempted to mentally recall the events from the night before. However, she was coming up with one color: .
Heart beat began racing as that was the scariest thing she has ever gone through in eleven years, not remembering a thing from the night before. Quickly, Ginny sat up only to discover that she was still in her school's uniform.
Her eyes frantically scanned the room before she pushed her covers off of her only to discover red hands. Coldness ran in her veins as her thumb rubbed against her other fingers. They were sticky and the aroma that entered her senses only told her one thing, this was not paint. The scent was more metallic than that.
It was blood.
Tears were streaming down her features as the color from her face was draining. The desire to scream was inevitable but no sound came out of her lips as she could not recall why there was blood on her hands. Was this a joke? Did she kill someone?
Fast feet carried her to the bathroom as the wheezing could be heard from her now. She needed the blood off of her hands. She needed to talk to Tom about what happened. Ginny needed someone to console in, and he was the onlyperson she could trust.
"And that was the day after I announced the Chamber of Secrets have been reopened."