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Summery: Ginny is wandering around one night in her second year when she comes upon a plaque dedicated to the founders. This gets her thinking, who were the founders and why is little known about them other than legend.
Chapter One: Midnight Wanderings and a New School Year
A girl was wandering the dark gloomy corridors of Hogwarts. It was the first Saturday afternoon of the new term and she was one of the only people not outside enjoying the sunshine. The girl was small and looked about ten although she was in her second year she was obviously prepubescent. She was skinny and had really curly red hair down to her elbows and freckles which stood out against her pale skin, both of which she hated.
She had no friends, despite being both interesting, intelligent and an excellent conversation partner. This was because of something that had happened the previous term. This was because she had been the one unlucky pupil out of all the pupils in Hogwarts to be possessed by the teenage dark lord and to have been held hostage.
Having no friends and nothing else to do with her time she had become top of her class and was now wandering around. The girls name was Ginny Weasley and was known as many things, the chamber girl, the youngest Weasley, the Weasley girl, or the worst and sadly both the most uncommon and most untrue, that first year with a crush on Harry Potter. She didn't have a crush on Harry Potter and hadn't for months. Now she was able hiss parsletongue insults to him, one of Tom's gifts but she didn't. Her parsletongue was a secret best kept to herself.
Ginny arrived in front of the entrance to the chamber of secrets, she needed to get past her fear of the place, if she did that it could become both her haven and her source of income. An income from the parts of the basilisk.
"Open" she hissed in parsletongue, that password would have to change, she thought, it was too obvious. She sent a cleaning spell down the pipe and slid down. The floor of the chamber was as she remembered; covered in the bones of small animals. A cleaning charm wouldn't fix this, she needed something stronger, Ginny made her way slowly through the chamber, Searching for anything that could be an opening. She passed through into the inner chamber and calmly walked around the huge corpse of the basilisk. She looked up at the huge statue of Lord Salazar Slytherin and at the open mouth. With only one place left to look she began to climb.