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Oh crap. Ginny thought to herself. We are really screwed this time. Snape is going to kill us.
How could we be so stupid? Did we really think that we could sneak into the Headmaster's Office and try to steal Gryffindor's Sword and not get caught? Who thought of this idea?
Oh yeah, me, with all my dumb Gryffindor bravery. You know sometime I wonder if it would be better to be a Slytherin. I mean they don't die nearly as often, especially recently.
All of these thoughts run through my mind while I was stuck in Dumbledore's office with Neville and Luna. Well, actually Snape's office I remind myself.
A tear slips through my mask as I think of all that we have lost in the war. I feel so lost in this war. I feel like everyone left me. Ron was gone. Harry was gone. Mum and Dad were gone as well.
Why couldn't I go with them? Why didn't they let me? I thought Harry loved me! More tears fell as I thought of the one boy I ever loved. The one boy I have ever wanted, the one boy I even thought about. It was always him, always us. Now I'm not so sure.
I look around the office at Neville and Luna who both have matching expressions of worry. I wonder what I look like to them. Probably worried like them, but then again they aren't crying.
God I hate weakness. I hate this feeling. I hate feeling so, so desperate. The tears finally stop as I get a grip on my emotions.
I look around the room for something that could help us. Something, anything, please? Not that finding anything would be helpful. I can't move. I can't talk. Damn Snape to hell for freezing us before he left.
Speaking of Snape, where did he go? I hope he didn't go to get the Carrows I really hate them. They would probably crucio the three of us to death if they got the chance.
My eyes wonder around again as I desperate search Dumbledore's old office for something to give me hope.
The office looks the exact same as Dumbledore left it. Why didn't Snape change it? It's so creepy seeing his desk empty without those twinkling blue eyes behind it.
Speaking of that desk something catches my eye, but it can't be. It just can't be! That is definitely not Tom Riddle's diary on the desk. I can't be. I go to stand up only to realize that oh, yeah, I can't move.
I search my mind for something to help me get out of this. I need to see that diary. Wait! Didn't Hermione say something about these curses aren't they mind-bendable. I think she said that if you have enough will that you can throw it off, like the cruciatus curse.
Okay, okay. Focus Ginny. Focus on the diary focus on Tom. Focus on getting out of this stupid curse. Okay focus, focus, and more focus. Ugh, why am I getting so dizzy?
Think only of the diary and how you want to touch it to see what it is. About how you want to hold it to your chest like you used no. No-wait. Not that, Ginny what are you thinking?
Focus, focus Ginny! You can do this! Wow, I am really dizzy. Why do I feel like my stomach is spinning? That normally only happens when it's a portkey. Wait, when did I move?
I thought as I looked at Luna and Neville and saw their horrified expressions. When did I start holding the diary? The diary! What have I gotten myself into? And then the world went black.