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I watched as Harry ran over to the girl. He begged her not to be dead. He clearly knew her well by the pleading in his voice. I knew it would not be wise to just sit and watch much longer. I stepped forward and leaned against a close pillar.
"She won't wake." I whispered. He was so foolish. How could he not tell that she was dead or close to it? Harry spun around looking at me with intense recognition. Was it possible that he knew my current or future identity?
"Tom Riddle?" He asked with disbelief but still sure of himself. I nodded. How he knew was beyond be but that didn't matter.
"What do you mean she won't wake?" Harry seemed desperate. She clearly meant a lot to him. Or maybe, as I already knew to be true, he had a thing for saving people. All brawny and no brains. A true Gryffindor.
"She is alive, "I responded "but only just" I added after a moment. He stared at me.
"Are you a ghost? He said. I didn't look like one but I guess he was smart to be suspicious.
I replied carefully "A memory, preserved in a diary for 50 years." I motioned at my diary, laying open on the floor by Ginny's dying body.