Ginny made the decision not to cause Nuclear Annihilation, and after checking out a book in the Muggle Literature section of library, spent her spare lunchtime walking back and forth along the corridor.
'So if the Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom, and can only be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom, then Mount Doom must be very powerful. I wonder…' Ginny thought to herself.
While she was pacing, a door appeared on the wall. Taken aback, Ginny gingerly opened the door, and the acrid fumes of sulphur assailed her nostrils. Peeking in further, she saw a gigantic flaming eye perched above a tower, and…Ginny could hardly believe her eyes…that had to be Mount Doom.
So what was Mount Doom doing in the room? Was this world, like the Wizarding World was to muggles, hidden to Wizards, and written about as being simply a fantasy world? Or was it a representation, manifested to answer Ginny's wishes?
Well, whatever it was, Ginny felt she had nothing to lose. She began to make her way to the mountaintop.
It was tough going, but as soon as Ginny wished that she could get there faster, she found herself inside the volcano, with lava bubbling below.
Grinning, Ginny reached into her pocket and pulled Riddle's diary out, and threw it into the lava. The whole fantasy world vanished, and a bare-room appeared in its place, the Diary undestroyed.
Ginny sighed, picked up Riddle's Diary, and left the room.
Most undesirably, Ginny soon met up with Harry and Ron, when her charming brother decided to point out:
"Gee, Ginny, you stink!"
Ginny mustered up all her courage not to vanish on the spot – if she could've in the first place, before commenting.
"Ron, you have the verbal consistency of a pendulum, swinging from the best to the worst things you could say but never saying anything in-between."
"Well, I didn't say anything about your teddy collection!" Ron countered.
"That doesn't sound abnormal." Harry pointed out.
"Wait til you hear what she named them." Ron replied.
Ginny, though, was in her own world, "You know bro, I don't know what stinks more, your communication skills or me. I do stink…" Ginny trailed off, the scent of Volcanic Vapour still wafting around her.
"How do you even get that way?" Ron called out to her as she made her way away. "Girls." Ron ended.
"All aboard the tactless express!" Ginny called back.
"Harry," Ron slapped his best friend on the back "You wouldn't understand this now, but one day you'll be delighted that Ginny isn't your sister. I, however, have to live with it." Ron sighed over-dramatically.
"You've got a real burden, Ron." Harry replied seriously. "How 'bout I swap you, Ginny for Dudley. I'll throw Uncle Vernon in for nothing."
"Oh, no, Ginny may be annoying, but she's the only sister I've got. How about Percy?"
"Hmm, I might have to throw in Aunt Petunia for that deal."
"Oh, don't trouble yourself."
When they next bumped into Ginny, she'd been scrub-a-dubbed.
"Ginny, you smell much better!" Ron pointed out.
"You know Ron; I'm not sure if I feel complimented."
"C'mon Harry, corroborate me."
"Ginny, Ron wants us to work together to steal from him. I say we start with his dinner – hit him where it hurts."
"That's not what corroborate means, lumphead!" said Ron, while Ginny giggled.
"Yeah, I know. Ginny, you smell like clean laundry."
"I think I've accidently stumbled into Complimenters Anonymous." Ginny replied. "Harry, you look as tall as…as tall as…It'll come to me. Ron, you look just like yourself today – sorry, that was the best I could do." Ginny said, dodging Ron's half-hearted swipe.
"Has anyone seen Hermione?" Ginny asked, as the three turned serious.
"Not since before lunch." Harry replied.
"Hmm." Ginny mused, frowning."
"You two still at it?" Ron asked.
"No, we made up."
"Whatever did happen to that silly old book anyway?"
"Nothing."
"Good, no point in losing a friend over something silly as that." Ron seemed satisfied and strode away; however Harry's curiosity was not yet satiated.
"So, Ginny, tell me, what did you name your bears?"