Harry Potter is owned by a lady who like trains. Nanoha has no overkill, there only befriend and reload.
Ginny Weasley and the Dark Lord's Device.
Chapter 2: A heart to heart
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Thud "Bar steward!"
"Are you going to do that every morning." Harriet asked Ginny, who once again rolled out of bed.
Ginny got to her feet "Only till I remember this bed is not as wide as the one at home." she glanced at the diary and put it in her bag. She would have to have to find a quiet spot to studied what she had.
000
"What did happen to the car?" Ginny slip her pumpkin juice, listening to the other students still talking about Ron Weasley and Harry Potter's drive to school in the family's car. She didn't know all the details, but the car was supposedly lost in the forbidden forest.
Speaking of the-boy-who-lived, he just say down opposite of the table. "Hello Ginny." he said, recognizing her. "-lo" she squeak back 'Come on Ginny, you already spent almost a whole summer with him at your house, stop being nervous!'
However, Ginny failed to say another word that breakfast.
000
Ginny looked around the corner. The place was out of the way of the mainways of Hogwarts so someone coming across was unlikely.
Flicking open the book, she asked it "What are you?"
[A magical device, like a wand, but different.]
"Different how? Aside from the talking." Ginny amended.
[For starters, I give my user passives magics, like telepathy and compensation of any languages that I know. I can take over part of my user's wand casting, allowing you more concentration in battle, plus I hold a few spells that are unique to me.]
[I also hold a level of knowledge up to a sixth year of the core Hogwarts subjects plus Runes, Arithmancy and Alchemy however, my knowledge of spells was affected by my creation. I can recognize and identify those spells, I just can't remember how a human would cast them.]
[My greatest feature is something I call 'set up'. I could tell you what that is, but I think it better if you experience that first hand. It is flashy so best to that somewhere else and I know the best place.]
Ginny looked thoughtful "That seem useful. What the catch?" her mum always say if something seem too good to be true...
[Ah yes, there always a downside. I could be called a dark artefact since both an evil act and a soul was used in my creation.]
"What...!" this was bad, she best hand this book to the headmaster and have nothing more to do with it.
[Wait just one moment.]
Ginny, against her better judgement, paused.
[While my past does seem bad, you should remember that I told you my past and I did vow that I'm under your command, Lady Weasley. A wand's deed are of it's owner, not the other way around. My only goal is to achieve yours.]
That made sense "Okay, you said your name's Tom, so who are you exactly?"
[I am a fragment of my creator, Tom Marvolo Riddle.]
"Your creator that committed an evil act?"
[Murder of a Myrtle Henderson to be precise.]
"Why I am not running to the headmaster right now?"
[Because I'm being up front with you and the vow.]
Ginny sighed "'Ginny, how was your first school year?' 'Fine mum, I became the master of a soul fragment of a evil person that act like a wand.'" Ginny remember something "Myrtle Henderson? Is that related to Moaning Myrtle?"
[Sorry, I'm unfamiliar with the term 'Moaning Myrtle'.]
"She a ghost that haunt the first floor girl's bathroom."
[That matches up with my memoires of her death. With the name, they are most likely to be the same person. Speaking of the first floor bathrooms, we head there.]
"Why? Going to say you're sorry or something?"
[No, I lack the compassion and it far too late for a mere fragment to apologise for something the whole most likely does not regret. We are going for a different reason.]
000
Ginny stood before a column of sinks in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom "Okay, here we are. What now?"
[On the sink nearest the window, there should be a faulty tap with a snake engraving.]
Ginny looked "Here it is."
[Okay] Tom then hissed mechanically.
Ginny blinked "I know you said no words, but..."
[Compensation of languages. I'm a Parseltongue and thus you can understand it. Why isn't it opening?]
Ginny looked at the tap
[Maybe my mechanical voice is throwing off the sensor. Shame, guess we have to go somewhere-]
"Open." the column slip back to reveal a dark hole.
[How?] Tom's voice was incapable of showing feelings since it could only managed a smooth monotone, but his shock was clear here.
"Compensation of languages." Ginny repeated
[But compensation of languages only allow understanding not speaking.]
"Et encore je parle français"(T/L: And yet I'm speaking french) Ginny stated
[Interesting, I need to check my abilities more carefully. Down the hole.]
Ginny looked down it "Seem a long way."
[Trust me, it a soft landing.]
Shrugging, Ginny jumped. After a few seconds free fall, the pipe curved to slow her slow. Coming to a stop. "Where are we?" she asked the book.
[We are close to a very special place, but here is far enough. Hold me up and say 'Tom, Set up.']
Ginny nodded and raised the diary "Okay, Tom, set up."
Nothing happen.
[Put more feeling into it.]
Ginny grumbled "You gave a lacklust performance first. Tom, set up!"
The diary burst into green and red lights and covered Ginny's form.
When the light faded, a dark green hooded figure was left. It wore a blank mask with eyes holes that barely shown the eyes and the green robe that went down to the ground hid everything else about the figure. An emblem of Slytherin was emblazon on where the left breast would be and a green quiver was slung across the back of the figure.
After a moment, a red gloved hand parted the cloak, showing a criss cross of straps and leathers, all dyed red, looking like what a ranger of the middle ages would wear. Two swords, looking like the bastard children of a rapier and a katana, were holstered to either side of the hip. They seem impractical with being too bent to stab like a rapier and too thin to handle being swung like a katana. An emblem of Gryffindor was on the ranger's armour under where the Slytherin emblem was on the cloak.
The hand snaked up and took off the mask. The figure look at herself "What the...Tom? What am I wearing?"
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