AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry if this chapter is kinda uninspiring! I'm really not very good at writing from the Chamber of Secrets story for some reason. But it was the perfect place to start the story so I had to give it a go! Hope you like it anyway!
Chapter Seven
Professor Snape was only growing more anxious and worried with each passing day. At first he had thought that the fact that his girls were once again pulling silly pranks was a good thing... but it seemed the more stressed they got, the increasingly out of control their behaviour slid. And not in the entertaining, strangely Slytherin, yet incredibly gryffindoresque way they had been demonstrating since the beginning of the year.
He needed to help them. He HAD to help them. The only question... was how. However, he would soon find that he was out of time to find an answer.
Trixie was humming softly to herself, when she froze in her place. Ginny was lying on her bed, writing in the diary once again.
"GINNY NO!" she cried, but her friend spun around quickly, an unrecognisable expression of loathing and hatred on her face as she whipped out her wand and cast a spell that sent her flying into the wall. Trixie's head hit the castle brick with a sickening thud. The not-really-Ginny being smirked in satisfaction, striding out of the room, head held high, eyes calculating, and evil.
It was a long time before Trixie woke up once more. She groaned as she sat up in her hospital bed, holding her hand to her head as it throbbed with pain. She glanced to the side, and spotted Harry Potter and Ron Weasley sitting next to Hermione's bedside. Her eyes widened.
"GINNY!" she shrieked, ignoring the look of shock on the older Weasley's face as he jumped. She threw herself out of the bed, legs wobbling, as she raced out of the Hospital Wing as fast as she could.
Severus Snape was pacing back and forth in his office, when young Trixie burst into the room.
"Miss Velair!" he barely managed to get out, before the blonde girl collapsed against him.
"Ginny..." she choked out, her eyes brimming with tears. "Tom... he made... Ginny... not Ginny..."
The Potions Professor felt his eyes widen.
No... it couldn't be!
Not stopping to think, he bent down, and scooped the still shaking girl in his arms, and strode through the passageways, taking the quickest route possible to the Headmaster's Office.
"Bertie Bott's!" he hissed as he reached the gargoyle, barely even slowing down as he raced up the steps.
Albus Dumbledore prided himself in the fact that not very much could surprise him. Today, however, was one of those days when he was very, very surprised. He glanced up, mouth dropping open slightly as his Potions Master, and most hated Professor in the school, strode into his office, carrying a crying muggle-born Gryffindor in his arms.
"Miss Velair," he said softly, urgently. "You need to tell me what's wrong"
Trixie, though now on the ground, kept a tight grip on Professor Snape's arm.
"Ginny..." she choked out again, "it was the diary! It was Tom!"
Albus' blood ran cold.
"Tom who?"
"Tom Riddle" Trixie wiped away her tears. "You know who he is! Who is he? And what does he want with Ginny!"
"Professor Snape, please take her back to the hospital wing, we have to find Miss Weasley"
"NO!" yelled Trixie, pulling away from her teacher.
"Miss Velair, please..."
"STUPEFY!"
The Headmaster froze in his seat at the shock of the advanced spell the young girl was using. Trixie glared at him.
"THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND WE'RE TALKING ABOUT! NOW WHO THE HELL IS TOM RIDDLE?"
Albus sighed as he was released from the spell, though the wand was still pointing directly between his eyes. Pulling out his own wand he wrote the words "Tom Marvolo Riddle" in the air. With a flick, the letters were rearranged, sending shivers of fear down the first years back as she collapsed once more against Snape. She mouthed the words silently.
"I am Lord Voldemort"
