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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WOULD LIKE TO. THEY ALL BELONG TO J.K ROWLING.

SUMMARY: A COMPLETE RETELLING OF GINNY'S AND HARRY'S INTERACTION WITH EACH OTHER. WHAT IF HARRY HAD FELT THE SAME WAY GINNY DID FROM WERE YOUNGER, INCLUDING HOW TOM RIDDLE POSSESSION OF GINNY REALLY AFFECTED HER. HOW WOULD THEIR STORY PROGRESS.

Harry was rushed to the hospital wing so he could grow them back. I hate to say it, but I was relieved and it was followed by heavy waves of guilt, how can I feel relief for Harry getting hurt. I love Harry I wouldn't wish him to hurt for the world at least the old Ginny wouldn't. No no no what's happening, at that moment the voices returned, they wanted me to get the diary. I stopped walking towards the hospital wing unable to resist. Hermione and Ron stopped and look back.

"Where are you going?" Asked Ron, turning to look at me.

"I just have to get something from my room, I'll be right back." I turned and left before they could reply.

CHAPTER FOUR: Dueling Club

I never made it back to visit Harry in the medical bay, as much as I wanted to, it felt like I was physically restrained from doing so. Whenever Harry's near, it is not only that he makes my heart race and my palms sweat, but whoever was using the diary to control me has a strong hatred for him.

I can't explain it, it's like this fear that manifests itself in the pit of my stomach whenever Harry was close. The voices tend to disappear when he's with me too. I now realise the hold the diary has on me gets so strong sometimes, and I don't know what to do. After picking up the diary from the desk in my room, I didn't stay there.

I knew that at some point Ron and Hermione were going to come looking for me and I don't know what to say to them. I exit the Gryffindor dorms and went further up the stairs. The door to the clock tower came into view and I entered, after finding a nice corner I took a seat. I open the diary that I'm so addicted to, the pages were blank as usual. I tried to write something a couple of times, but the words would not appear.

A few minutes pass and I wondered if something was wrong with it, then slowly words started to show up. They weren't instructions like the previous times to kill the rooster and write the messages on the wall. This time, there was only one thing, a name, written in Capital bold letters COLIN CREEVEY, a classmate of mine. I believe we have potions and greenhouse together.

A chill crept through my bones at the thought of what I'm about to do. I tried to fight it but it was no use. I was completely enraptured, compelled and controlled, I had no choice but to follow through with it. I closed my eyes and sigh in utter defeat. I was spineless and weak. I should have been able to fight this, I grew up with six brothers and probably even tougher than most of them, then why couldn't I beat this?

Why am I so submissive to this unknown person? Why oh why can't I fight this? I waited until later in the evening when I knew everyone was either in the great hall or about to head to bed. I cautiously moved down the stairs and in the direction of the girl's lavatory. I stood before the pipes and my mouth moved without me even realising that it did. Just like the last time the pipes shift and open, revealing stairs leading down to the chambers.

A loud hissing sound came from the entrance that scared the crap out of me and was enough to snap me out of whatever trance I was in. I ran as fast as I could back to the dorms, I never stopped or lose focus, all I knew was that I was running as if my life depended on it. I burst thru the dorm room and was frightened out of my mind by a loud scream.

"Bloody hell Ginny!" shouted Glewilda one of my roommates, my hand flew to my chest over my rapidly beating heart. She dropped the book she was reading and rushed over to where I stood by the door.

"What happened Ginny, are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm fine Glewilda, its… ah…. It's nothing." I replied, moving towards my bed and taking a seat, she moved along with me and stood at the foot of my bed.

"Are you sure, because you look scared to death just now." She eventually came and sat beside me, her words twirled in my head. I can't imagine what I must have looked like barging in here like a mad person.

"That's because you near deaf me with that curdling scream of yours!"

"What! You're the one who came barging in here, I thought you were a thief or something." she astonished, I shook my head at her stupidity and told her I was going to bed. She told me fine before returning to her book. I pulled the sheets over my body and lay down, my head lured to the bedside table, drawn to the diary sitting on top.

All Day long the students have been buzzing about a new duelling club, even some of my classmates, even though first years weren't allowed to compete. Professor Lockhart our defence against the dark arts teacher claims that a duelling club was a great way to test the student's skills to see if they were capable of defending themselves.

Around the time it's about the start everyone scrambled through the door to get a good spot in the room. I originally had no plan to attend but change my mind at the last minute. I moved closer to the platform to get a good look at everything going on.

Professor Lockhart stood atop a wide and rectangular platform, he requested a sparring partner and later called on Professor Snape to assist him. This proved to be a poor choice as he was left sitting on his butt afterwards. I spotted Harry across the other side of the platform with Hermione and Ron. I stepped back a little not wanting them to see me, but I had a feeling Hermione did, she was looking right at me.

I saw she whispered something to Ron, who in turn spoke to Harry then they all turn to look at me. Why won't they leave me alone? I could feel their burning stares as I tried my best to look anywhere but them. I kept looking around until inevitably, my eyes moved back over to where they stood.

Ron was speaking with Hermione, but Harry was still staring, my eyes met his and I moved mine away in embarrassment, damn him and those soul-piercing eyes of his. My eyes on their own accord fleeted back up to his but he was no longer looking at me, he was talking to a boy beside him. He was laughing at whatever the boy said.

I observed his profile for a few minutes. His arm seemed better after the torture I heard he went through to regrow the bones. I wonder if he remembers the talk, he wanted to have with me after the Quidditch match, I hope not. All those times that I wish Harry would pay attention to me he didn't, and now when I have no control over my own body he does take notice.

Professor Lockhart suddenly called Harry's name and my attention snapped to the platform. Professor Lockhart wanted the students to duel each other, Professor Snape then called on Draco Malfoy. Both boys stood at each end of the platform after bowing to each other.

Harry took a hit from one of Malfoy attack and Draco took a hit for him. Both opponents seemed evenly match until Malfoy conjured a snake. Fear rose from my toes to the crown of my head. It felt as if I was teleported back to the chambers of secret and seeing that big, ugly, and monstrous serpent again.

I heaved heavily as I backed up into the crowd. A few students turn to look at me, but I didn't care. I froze in my spot when I heard the all too familiar hissing sound. It sounded similar to the one I used when I opened the chambers of secrets. Was it me, oh no, I closed my eyes and waited for the teachers to apprehend me. I open my eyes when nothing happened.

The students beside me were moving towards the end of the platform where Harry was. I thought something might have happened to him. I pushed through the crowd to see what was going on and saw Harry moving towards the snake. What's he doing? I realise at that moment that the hissing sound was coming from Harry, not me.

Harry can speak to snakes, I was shocked. The snake moved towards a boy the same one Harry was talking to earlier. Harry moved closer to the snake and hissed again, it was so scary to watch. The snake turns to the boy and hissed at him getting ready to attack. A light flashed and the snake vanished, it came from Professor Snape.

Everyone turned to stare at Harry, the boy who the snake targeted whose name was Justin Finch shouted angrily at Harry. The Dueling club was a complete disaster everyone rushed for the exit, Harry was still on the platform and I couldn't move from where I stood. Alarms and red flags were going off in my head. I had a feeling that all of this had something to do with the diary, but what?

Harry came under suspicion after that. I didn't know what to do. I was the one doing all madness and Harry was the one getting blamed for it. I felt like revealing the truth of what's happening to me, but every time I tried, the voices returned tenfold preventing me from communicating properly without sounding like a complete retard. I tried researching what was happening to me, but the library had nothing about enchanted diaries that control people. I checked every section… well, except the restricted section which I'm not allowed to.

I was busy replacing all the books I took down when a presence appeared behind me. "Need help?" asked someone with a voice I would know anywhere.

"Sure," I replied as he moved to take up some books I had on another desk. I was a little wary of Harry after what happened in the duelling club, but I just couldn't say no to him.

"What happened to you after the Quidditch match?" he asked the question I was dreading. "I…. Ah wasn't feeling well," I answered.

"Really?" he said, it sounded as if he didn't believe me, we were silent for a moment and I prayed he didn't pry any further. Thankfully he didn't.

"So what were you researching?" he asked, stacking a few books in his hand and moving towards the shelves. Dread filled my stomach again as I struggled to come up with a suitable answer.

"Um….. Just curious about…. Um, some stuff." I stuttered my cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He laughed, then stopped before me.

"What kind of stuff, I'm curious too," he smirked. He was making fun of me.

"No your not!" I said, stomping my way to the back shelf his laughter trailed behind me.

"Sorry I'm just teasing, but seriously if you need help with I-…" he was cut off by someone appearing around the corner and calling his name. A sigh of relief escaped me as he placed the books he had in his hand on the table but before he left he turn to look back at me.

"I'll see you later in the common room okay," he said.

"Okay," I whispered as he disappeared around the shelf. I finish packing up the books myself and went back to my dorm room. I gravitated towards the diary on my bedside table. As soon as I open it there was a name already written at the top of the page similar to the last time in capital bold JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY.