This is an one-shot about Ginny. It's a bit inspired on 'burn' by Israeli-american. That's an one-shot that's about Hermione, oddly enough, but I interpreted it differently. That had me thinking about Ginny and that diary. And that got me really intrigued. So, I kind of wrote what would have happened before it. Thing is that it's totally different from each other. Yet, you could read 'burn' to find out what happens after this.
Ginny Weasley was silent. She had broken into Malfoy Manor and didn't particularly feel like being caught. It was war and Luna had been taken from the Hogwarts Express. She was held somewhere and Ginny doubted that that 'somewhere' was a very comfortable place. So she was going to find Luna and get her out, or die trying. Ginny stood still for a moment, realizing how truthful that saying was today.
If she would get caught… Ginny shuddered. Maybe it wasn't such a great plan after all, randomly breaking into the houses of Death eaters. She had to save Luna! But maybe there were better ways. Better and more considerate ways. Maybe she shouldn't do this. If only her mum knew about this, she would be in so much trouble. But Luna! Ginny wasn't in a state to think, to be wise. There was a friend to save.
She made her way over to the cellar. It was a dark place, which was in a strong contrast with the white floors and walls of the space she was now in. 'Space' because she didn't even know whether it was a corridor, room or maybe even a ball room. Malfoy Manor was huge.
Ginny stood three steps away from the stairs when she suddenly heard a noise. It came from the cellar. She stood as if petrified. Her heart did a little tap-dance in her chest. Another noise. Was it closer than the last one? Ginny Weasley did not hesitate. She fled.
She came to a halt in another big, white space. Just like the last four she'd ran through. This house was like a damned labyrinth. The malfoys were with only three, why would they need all this space? Ginny's familie had lived with nine people in a house that wasn't even half as big as this frickin' Manor. And now she had gotten lost in here. She cursed the Malfoys both for being Death eaters and being wealthy. If they weren't she wouldn't be in this situation now, would she?
Ginny stood there for a moment, how to get out of this Manor? Running didn't exactly help. It only tired her out, which only made her changes at escaping smaller. Carefully making her way through the house and watching out for anything that could let her out was probably better. If she kept on walking in the same direction she had to find a room that had windows. And when she had found windows, it was just a matter of staying close to the outside, until she found a door or window that would allow her out.
So Ginny started walking slowly through the 'space'. She was about to open the door and walk into the next 'space' when something caught her eye. It was lying there innocently. Looking just like any other old book would. Only a hole about the size of two fingers gave away that this book had had a violent past.
Ginny closed her eyes. Tom Riddle…. Blood… Guilt… Stupidity. And it was ALL his fault. Or maybe 'it's' fault. It was a book after all. A book that had taken advantage of her. A book that had given her nightmares. A book that possessed her. A book that made her petrify muggleborns. A book that made her petrify her friend. A bloody book.
Rage built up inside her. She went over and grabbed it.
It's skeleton will in the chamber forever. She thought.