It all started with a pair of black hair and blue eyes. That's where it
ended, too. It all really started with a man named Tom Marvolo Riddle being
born.
But that's a bit too ahead from our story.
Our story began with the black hair and blue eyes of Mister Tomas Marvolo Riddle.
There..it has been said.
Ginny Weasley, sweet, innocent Ginny Weasley, was the first to see his pleasant facial features. This was in the crowded Great Hall.
She felt deathly sick hence she looked into the face that had been haunting her dreams since her first year. He smirked at her.
"Hello again, Miss Weasley. I'm afraid I'll have to take you away now."
No one noticed as he put a silencing spell on her, and carried her out of the Great Hall. Out of her life.
Out of everything.
*
The next day, Ginny woke up from a magically placed sleep. She heard shouting and laughter. And singing.
"Oh, yes!
He is the ghost of the past!
Oh, yes!
He is the ghost of now!
Fear him, for he has found immortality!
Fear him, for he has found it now!"
The devilish song died away. Ginny shivered. She remembered the events of the prior night.
He had dragged her into a band of gypsies, or so she thought. It was actually a band of his followers. They said that she was their insurance, to not touch her.
Ever.
She knew that one girl wouldn't keep them safe, but perhaps it would win them a place to stay if she was to be sold as a slave.
She felt as if she were in the medieval times again. She shivered again.
Perhaps they would keep her for their own personal amusement. Great.
What had she gotten herself into, with a simple passing glance?
She had gotten into a world of trouble.
All because she knew Tom Marvolo Riddle's name, and remembered what he looked like. Great. Just great.
She would, she was sure, be dead in the next two days. At the least.
But that's a bit too ahead from our story.
Our story began with the black hair and blue eyes of Mister Tomas Marvolo Riddle.
There..it has been said.
Ginny Weasley, sweet, innocent Ginny Weasley, was the first to see his pleasant facial features. This was in the crowded Great Hall.
She felt deathly sick hence she looked into the face that had been haunting her dreams since her first year. He smirked at her.
"Hello again, Miss Weasley. I'm afraid I'll have to take you away now."
No one noticed as he put a silencing spell on her, and carried her out of the Great Hall. Out of her life.
Out of everything.
*
The next day, Ginny woke up from a magically placed sleep. She heard shouting and laughter. And singing.
"Oh, yes!
He is the ghost of the past!
Oh, yes!
He is the ghost of now!
Fear him, for he has found immortality!
Fear him, for he has found it now!"
The devilish song died away. Ginny shivered. She remembered the events of the prior night.
He had dragged her into a band of gypsies, or so she thought. It was actually a band of his followers. They said that she was their insurance, to not touch her.
Ever.
She knew that one girl wouldn't keep them safe, but perhaps it would win them a place to stay if she was to be sold as a slave.
She felt as if she were in the medieval times again. She shivered again.
Perhaps they would keep her for their own personal amusement. Great.
What had she gotten herself into, with a simple passing glance?
She had gotten into a world of trouble.
All because she knew Tom Marvolo Riddle's name, and remembered what he looked like. Great. Just great.
She would, she was sure, be dead in the next two days. At the least.