The Trustworthy
Prologue
High on the Upper World, Morgana stood by the window facing Earth and thought about the upcoming wars.
"Morg, what do you see?" asked her sister Rowena, who came to stand behind her, trying and failing to see something good in the future.
"In 18 years, they will be doomed," whispered Morgana in that mystical voice of hers. After a minute of silence she added quietly, "Unless…"
Rowena felt warmth spread through her. "So, not everything is lost."
Morgana chuckled at her sister's innocence, "Oh my dear, innocent Rowena. There are many 'ifs'. It won't be easy." But Rowena didn't give up.
"What needs to be done?" she asked and Morgana had to smile. Her sister had determination in her.
"In 18 years, the evil forces shall be powerful enough to strike and havoc will spread across the human lands. The forces of good will try to win but their bravery won't be enough.
Only one shall be the salvation of good.
Both the evil and the good will want The One on their side; the evil will put their mark on The One first, but the end is not written yet. All else is in the hands of The One."
Rowena was silent for a couple of minutes, going through the new information given to her.
"Is The One born yet? Is it a boy or a girl?" she asked. She had so many questions.
Morgana chuckled again, this time in humor.
"The One shall come to life sooner than you think. A beautiful girl who will grow into a beautiful woman; a red rose with hidden thorns…"
Rowena was surprised, "A girl? You place the future in the hands of a girl?"
"We rule the Upper-World and we are 'Girls' aren't we, Rev?" Morgana said softly.
"Oh, but we are two. Who will hold her? I hold you in your hardest moments and you hold me, but who will hold her when she wants to break down because of the weight of the prophecy that's been put on her?" asked Rowena worriedly and was surprised when her sister smiled.
"At the age of eleven, her heart will be broken by the hands of evil. Many walls will be placed around her heart. Her trust won't be given easily.
Two rival families on different sides shall give birth to two souls who may save us all.
They shall have the same hatred toward each other that their parents have, but the Fates will bring them together; this is where the questions begin.
Will the fire let the ice in? Will the ice be able to break the walls of the fire's heart? Will he hold her without thinking about the consequences?
Trust won't be given easily - it might not be given at all - but trust must be earned.
If the boy can prove that he is trustworthy, the One will find her salvation in him, and give us ours."
Rowena put a hand on her sister's shoulder. "It won't be easy, but it's possible," she whispered soothingly, hoping to find her own comfort in the words.
"We shall see, Rowena. Only time will tell," Morgana said tiredly, and as two sisters found temporary respite in each other's arms, down on the human Earth, a newborn baby's cry could be heard.
'Sleep well, my dear. Don't worry, Mommy's here.
Find peace in the world of dreams.
Sleep well, my dear,
For the troubles will soon begin
And the world of dreams shall be shattered to pieces.'
Chapter 1 – When it Begins
16 years later…
"Ginevra Molly Weasley! Get down here! You're going to be late to the train!" Molly Weasley yelled, knowing that it couldn't help the situation. It was the first day of the new school year, and she had a feeling that they were going to be late.
"I'm coming, Mum!" Ginny screamed back, while putting some last things in her trunk.
This was the beginning of her 6th year at Hogwarts, and her brother Ron's 7th, and last.
Throwing some last items into her trunk and closing it with some force, she took one quick look around the room and raced downstairs.
"Good! You're here. Come on, honey. Eat quickly and we're off!" urged Molly before going outside to check if Arthur's car was ready.
Ginny went to the dining table and sat down across from Ron.
"Morning, Ginny," Ron said with a mouth full of pancakes.
"Hey, Ron," she answered and started eating.
"We're going to pick up Harry before we go to the station," announced Ron while picking up another pancake.
Ginny didn't look up from her plate or show any interest. She just said, "Great." and continued eating.
Her crush on The-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die was long gone and had been since the diary incident. He was just Ron's friend for her and she didn't have any interest in him.
Ron didn't seem to notice her lack of interest because he went on, "and Hermione will meet us by the train, you should see her! She'd changed so much!" he said excitedly. Ginny merely nodded.
Another uninteresting friend of Ron's, Hermione-the-Know-All, thought she knew everything about everything. She could tell you anything about Hogwarts without looking in the books, but Ginny wasn't impressed by her knowledge; she knew much more about real life and darkness than Hermione ever would.
Soon they finished eating, went out to the car and got in.
"Oh, here you are!" said Arthur with a smile.
"Morning, Daddy," Ginny leaned forward and kissed her father's cheek.
"Hullo, Dad," mumbled Ron as he joined Ginny on the back seat.
"You didn't forget anything, right?" asked their father before turning on the ignition.
"Right," answered both at the same time and they made their way to Harry's home.
When they got there Harry was already waiting outside with his trunk and Hedwig. He got in the car next to Ginny and greeted everyone with a smile.
"How was your vacation, Harry?" Arthur asked.
"Oh, as usual, Mr. Weasley," Harry answered with a chuckle. "Nothing new in this place." After a few minutes of silence, Harry turned to Ginny and asked, "How have you been, Ginny?"
She looked at him without expression. "Fine," she answered shortly and then turned to the window.
Harry didn't notice her cold tone - No one seemed to - and tried again.
"How was your vacation?"
She forced a smile, "Great."
He seemed to be content with the answer because he turned to Ron and they started talking about Quidditch, which was fine by her.
She felt sick of all that forced attention. Even the most stupid people knew that she was just Ron's little sister to Harry and Hermione. She didn't trust them at all and she didn't need their stupid attention and questions.
The rest of the ride to the station she spent looking blindly out of the window of the car, hoping that it would be over soon.
Finally they got to the train station. As soon as she put her trunk on the train and said a quick 'hello' to Hermione she left the trio so that she wouldn't have to be stuck with them all day long. Instead, she went to find her own friends.
"Ginny!" She heard a familiar voice and turned around, a true smile on her lips.
"Justin! Miranda!" she said happily and hugged her best friends.
Justin Felton was a good looking boy; a Ravenclaw in her year. She liked him because he didn't ask too many questions, and he had a great sense of humor.
And then was Miranda Elson. She was in Ginny's year and in Gryffindor like she was. She was not the quiet type; she always knew all the gossip going around Hogwarts and she talked non-stop. She was the exact opposite of Ginny but they had a great relationship. Miranda could take Ginny's mind off her problems for a while and she always knew when to give Ginny a moment to herself.
"How was your vacation?" asked Justin with a grin, keeping one arm around her shoulder.
"Boring as hell," she laughed dryly.
"Yeah, mine too," agreed Miranda. They talked together for a couple of minutes before they got on the train.
"Guys, I want to sit alone this time, okay? I need to think," said Ginny.
Miranda and Justin looked at her and then at each other. They were used to Ginny's mysteriousness, but it was getting worse each year and they didn't want to lose their good friend to depression or something similar.
"Are you sure?" Justin asked uncertainly.
She smiled, "Yeah, guys. Positive."
"Okay, you know where to find us," replied Miranda reluctantly and after a quick hug they went one direction while Ginny went another to find an empty compartment.
She found one and, closing the door softly behind her, sat down cross legged by the window and just watched the changing view as the train started moving.
She liked being alone; no questions asked and no lies needed. Nobody knew the real Ginny Weasley, not even her family. Not since that damned diary.
It had all started with that damned diary.
She was an innocent little child back then, the opposite of who she was now- far from innocent and not so little. Back then she had had feelings, positive feelings. She had just been a normal eleven year old back then, at her first year at Hogwarts. Just a little girl who wanted to be accepted and to feel wanted… she got none of that.
She had wanted to be part of Ron's group; to be Hermione's friend and Harry's…well… a girl could dream right?
Wrong!
Wrong. Because if you have dreams they will be broken for sure. Shattered into little pieces.
Ron and the other parts of the so called "Golden Trio" disappeared somewhere in the moments she'd needed them most. When she'd asked where they'd been and if she could join them the next time she always got the same answers; "We can't tell you, Ginny." and "We're sorry, but you're too young."
Too young, huh? Well it was the young Ginny Weasley who let the great beast out. As they say, the quiet types are always the most dangerous.
She was left alone. The other boys and girls her age didn't seem to notice her and she had no one to talk to.
Until little Tommy entered the picture.
Imagine this- you are a little girl with no one to talk to, and you find a strange diary between her books. You start to write all your problems in it - and guess what? It writes back!
Strange? Not very much so for a little, lonely, eleven year-old girl.
So you start telling everything, from A to Z, to your new Diary-friend who wishes to be called Tom, and he's there for you in your hardest moments while the rest of them never are.
And you trust him, with all of your little innocent heart. How could you not? He's sweet, nice…perfect.
You forget about that stupid Harry Potter and Granger and Ron. After all, you have a perfect friend right there, under your pillow. And you continue writing until you fall to sleep with the diary in your hands.
Out of nowhere, strange things begin to happen. You seem to doze off in classes. You find yourself in places you don't remember heading to in the first place. You find that you have empty spaces in your mind…
But it's okay. Everything is alright, sweet little Ginny. And why is it fine?
Because Tom says it is, and you trust Tom.
Everything is fine until you wake up one day and find yourself in the middle of a huge room you'd never seen or visited before.
Just as panic begins make your breath and heartbeat quicken, you hear the amazing voice that hunts your dreams every single night. You turn around and see Tom, like you always imagined him, and you think that there must be an explanation for this.
He is your friend, you trust him, and he won't let anything happen to you!
So you run to him and tell him how happy you are that he is there, and you plead to him to save you, and then he laughs straight in your face, and something tells you that somehow everything went wrong, very wrong.
"Stupid, stupid little Ginny…"
That, together with cold laugher, is the last thing you hear before a spell hits your back and you fall unconscious to the cold floor.
She still remembered the frightening feeling of emptiness and unexplained dread she'd felt when she woke up hours later and found herself in the Hospital Wing.
The minute she woke up, a group of people (family, Harry, Hermione and Dumbledore, of course) rushed in and started asking her questions.
At that moment she decided that she hated questions.
What amazed her most was that her brother Ron had dared to look at her without sorrow, while all of it was his fault!
All his words of protection were lies.
She'd closed her eyes in order to try and make all the havoc around her disappear and then it all came back to her -the blood, the pain, the fear, the betrayal, Tom. The broken trust.
That was when she swore she wouldn't trust anyone ever again.
Years passed and Ginny acted the same on the outside while on the inside she changed completely. Nothing was the same anymore.
She didn't laugh much, and the rare smiles she gave never reached her eyes.
Everyone called her mysterious because no one knew anything about her. She was like a closed book, wrapped in thousands of spells.
Since her pink bubble blew up so suddenly in her face, she'd lost all hopes for a happily ever after.
She knew that eventually she'll be all alone in the world; everything was fake, an act.
Ginny took a deep breath, closed her eyes and breathed slowly, in and out, until her breath was normal again, and the shaking stopped. Always, after remembering those days, she had a feeling that even though the diary was long destroyed, there were still invisible threads of it around her heart, never letting go.
She was just beginning to relax and almost fell asleep when the door opened and a cold voice sneered, "Well well, looks like we found a weasel."