Dear Diary,
I'm having lunch and my parents went off for a minute to speak to some of the guards. When I woke up and went out to see what everyone had been doing after I had fainted, I found Ginny asleep on my door and Malfoy sitting across from her, glaring at the wall right beside her head. Malfoy quickly got to his feet when he saw me coming out. I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror hanging just over his head and gasped. He whirled around with his wand raised and stared at his own reflection for a minute before he turned around to glare at me.
"What is the MATTER with you?" Malfoy demanded waspishly. "First you black out for six hours and then you get jumpy at your own reflection!" I managed a weak glare before turning back to my reflection. I knew that he would only tease me if I told him I had been shocked by how pale and hollow my face seemed. He might have thought that I was being vain or something like that so I kept my opinions to myself and turned to Ginny. She was squirming in her sleep, whimpering every few seconds.
"What's she dreaming about?" I whispered aloud, not really meaning to say it in front of Malfoy. He looked at me curiously for a minute before his scowl vanished. This in itself was rather strange for Malfoy to do but I was too caught up in debating whether to go into Ginny's dream mirror or for once be smart and keep myself in the safety of the conscious world.
"Can't you tell?" His question caught me by surprise. I looked at him and realized something very strange. He was standing in the same sort of relaxed position he had been laying in when I had accidentally walked into his dream.
"What makes you say that?" I said softly. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red and my eyes unconsciously trying to glue themselves to my shoes. He took a step closer to him, his wand hand trembling slightly; I could see it since my eyes were downcast. It took him a minute to answer, or maybe he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to say. I'm not experienced in the art of understanding Malfoy's mind.
"When I fell asleep, I kept seeing your face. I . . . its not that I LIKE you or anything but I know that you aren't just there because my brain was bored!" He continued to look increasingly frustrated, confused, and angry. "You know what, forget it."
"No, you're right." I don't know WHAT possessed me to tell him the truth when I could leave him to mental turmoil. And if he came to the conclusion that he was madly in love with me, who am I to complain? But no, I had to open my big mouth and shatter that particularly wonderful illusion. Wonderful illusion? I must have hit my head when I fainted.
"What are you talking about?" Malfoy demanded with a raised eyebrow. Yes, he looked even more wonderful when he did that but let's remain on task, shall we?
"I have the ability to see into people's dreams." I said without preamble. I had noticed that Hufflepuffs liked all of the crap that went before breaking news that they didn't like. Ravenclaws didn't want to hear bad news at all and Gryffindors tended to storm into problems and fights without waiting to HEAR the bad news. I had noticed that Slytherins, however, preferred to actually hear the news outright and not have anyone waste their time. Malfoy stared at me for a long time, seizing me up.
"Prove it." Well, this certainly threw me off guard! I took a minute to consider just how I was going to do this when I realized that Ginny was still whimpering. She was the best and closest example I could use to prove that I was indeed telling him the truth (for what reason, I'm still not sure).
I stuck out my hand and he took it after a minute or so of staring at it as if it might have bitten him. When he did, I looked at Ginny and waited in deep concentration until her dream mirror became visible. When it did, I thrusted out my other hand into it and heard a loud gasp from Malfoy. Ginny's dream mirror became a portal and both I and the Slytherin who was attached to my hand were sucked into it when I broke the strong barrier holding the two worlds separate.
We landed with a thud in the middle of Ginny's dream. I realized at once that we were somewhere in Hogwarts but I had never before seen these tunnels or passages. Bones crunched under our feet and I had the disgusting feeling that water might drip onto me from the ceiling . . . somewhere above us. Malfoy gripped my hand hard for a long moment before he realized that he was still touching me so he let go. It took a lot of concentration to keep from showing how much this relieved and disappointed me.
"This is what the Weasel dreams about?" Malfoy finally said with a note of disgust in his voice. I glared at him for a minute before I heard a soft hiss behind us. Malfoy and I turned very slowly and saw three things. The first was Ginny, shackled to the wall and paler than a ghost. The second was a boy standing right in front of her holding a book and looking very sinister. He was also wearing a Slytherin uniform. The last and most terrifying of all was the huge snake staring at us with huge amber eyes.
"Ginny!" I screamed her name and her eyes snapped open. This also was a power I possessed. The dream world was MY realm. I could control it. When I wanted someone to wake up, to open their eyes, even to stop breathing, I could make them do it in their dreams. Ginny looked straight at me for a long time before she began to cry.
"You've upset her," the young man said. There was the slightest trace of a hiss in his intelligent, sophisticated voice and with a light sweep of his black hair; I noticed that his eyes burned like rubies. He brandished a wand at me and nearly took my head off with a spell! "I won't allow that!" I realized immediately that he wasn't part of my dream realm. He was something else . . . even worse than a memory because this person couldn't be erased or gotten rid of.
"Leave now." I heard myself say. It was strange because I felt as if someone else was speaking through me and possessing me. I felt my ears lengthen and my hair drop several inches before magic started to tingle at my fingertips. Malfoy was staring in utter surprise from Ginny to that young man that was currently trying to kill me.
"What is your name?" He finally asked when he realized that I wasn't going to die anytime soon. "You have power in a realm that I once ruled unopposed." I snarled at the very idea that this horrible creature could possibly harass my friend when she was sleeping.
"I'm Kaisa, future Ruler of Dreams, daughter of the Pixie and the Dream sovereign. Who are you?" Malfoy must have realized that I had used my real name but he didn't say anything as the young man bowed regally and then looked at me with a new measure of respect.
"Forgive my manners. My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." Malfoy choked and dropped to his knees, looking horrified.
"Master," He murmured, bowing his head and trembling. I had never seen Malfoy show any kind of respect like this and it scared me to see him groveling like that. The word 'master' registered in my mind and shock came over me. THAT was Lord Voldemort?! I thought he was supposed to be an old guy!
"THAT is Lord Voldemort?" I said in a strangled voice. Tom chuckled and waved to Malfoy to stand up, which he did reluctantly.
"I am the sixteen-year-old Voldemort. When Ginny opened my diary, I became a part of her. I am no longer Voldemort but Tom Riddle once again. I've been within her mind for two years and she still thinks that I am Voldemort." I continued to watch him for a long time before I finally decided that an explanation would help me figure out what he was doing in Ginny's dream.
"Why have you been in Ginny's dreams for two years?" He looked at me with a look of surprise, amusement, and gratitude. He sat down on the giant snake, which Malfoy muttered was a Basilisk when I quietly asked him what it was. It was strange, but Malfoy stood very close to me and when I stayed standing, he did too. He even looked at me before taking another step closer and taking out his wand. It was strange since I knew that this was Ginny's dream and she would probably prevent Malfoy from using magic since she hated him so much.
"Did Ginny tell you about how, in her second year, Lucius Malfoy snuck my old diary into her school books?" When I didn't say anything but looked at Malfoy oddly, Tom continued. "I became evil at the mention of my own name. Ginny told me everything about her life; her deepest, darkest secrets and all about the histories of people that she happened to know. I wanted to meet Harry Potter, the boy who defeated me. When I finally met him, he thought that I was evil and wanted to seal me back into my diary. I had to summon the Basilisk and defeat him. Unfortunately and fortunately, the Potter boy was able to not only defeat me but also restore me to myself. I believe I got a bit carried away, what with trying to get the Muggle-borns killed." I continued to stare at Tom as he sighed and petted the Basilisk faintly.
"Why are you here, in her mind?" Malfoy asked quietly. I could tell he was still in shock but he was trying very hard not to show it. Tom looked Malfoy directly in the eye and shrugged somewhat helplessly before walking over to Ginny. I could see that her eyes were open but unseeing. Her pupils were diluted and there was a look of enchantment and horror etched into her face. Tom placed his hand on Ginny's cheek and a gentle look passed over him as he stroked her face gently. I was still only slightly confused but Malfoy knew the answer. He knew why Tom was there.
"You're in love with her!" His voice betrayed his shock and disgust.
Mom and dad are back. I'll write what else happened later.
- Mya Kaisa Powerstone
I'm having lunch and my parents went off for a minute to speak to some of the guards. When I woke up and went out to see what everyone had been doing after I had fainted, I found Ginny asleep on my door and Malfoy sitting across from her, glaring at the wall right beside her head. Malfoy quickly got to his feet when he saw me coming out. I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror hanging just over his head and gasped. He whirled around with his wand raised and stared at his own reflection for a minute before he turned around to glare at me.
"What is the MATTER with you?" Malfoy demanded waspishly. "First you black out for six hours and then you get jumpy at your own reflection!" I managed a weak glare before turning back to my reflection. I knew that he would only tease me if I told him I had been shocked by how pale and hollow my face seemed. He might have thought that I was being vain or something like that so I kept my opinions to myself and turned to Ginny. She was squirming in her sleep, whimpering every few seconds.
"What's she dreaming about?" I whispered aloud, not really meaning to say it in front of Malfoy. He looked at me curiously for a minute before his scowl vanished. This in itself was rather strange for Malfoy to do but I was too caught up in debating whether to go into Ginny's dream mirror or for once be smart and keep myself in the safety of the conscious world.
"Can't you tell?" His question caught me by surprise. I looked at him and realized something very strange. He was standing in the same sort of relaxed position he had been laying in when I had accidentally walked into his dream.
"What makes you say that?" I said softly. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red and my eyes unconsciously trying to glue themselves to my shoes. He took a step closer to him, his wand hand trembling slightly; I could see it since my eyes were downcast. It took him a minute to answer, or maybe he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to say. I'm not experienced in the art of understanding Malfoy's mind.
"When I fell asleep, I kept seeing your face. I . . . its not that I LIKE you or anything but I know that you aren't just there because my brain was bored!" He continued to look increasingly frustrated, confused, and angry. "You know what, forget it."
"No, you're right." I don't know WHAT possessed me to tell him the truth when I could leave him to mental turmoil. And if he came to the conclusion that he was madly in love with me, who am I to complain? But no, I had to open my big mouth and shatter that particularly wonderful illusion. Wonderful illusion? I must have hit my head when I fainted.
"What are you talking about?" Malfoy demanded with a raised eyebrow. Yes, he looked even more wonderful when he did that but let's remain on task, shall we?
"I have the ability to see into people's dreams." I said without preamble. I had noticed that Hufflepuffs liked all of the crap that went before breaking news that they didn't like. Ravenclaws didn't want to hear bad news at all and Gryffindors tended to storm into problems and fights without waiting to HEAR the bad news. I had noticed that Slytherins, however, preferred to actually hear the news outright and not have anyone waste their time. Malfoy stared at me for a long time, seizing me up.
"Prove it." Well, this certainly threw me off guard! I took a minute to consider just how I was going to do this when I realized that Ginny was still whimpering. She was the best and closest example I could use to prove that I was indeed telling him the truth (for what reason, I'm still not sure).
I stuck out my hand and he took it after a minute or so of staring at it as if it might have bitten him. When he did, I looked at Ginny and waited in deep concentration until her dream mirror became visible. When it did, I thrusted out my other hand into it and heard a loud gasp from Malfoy. Ginny's dream mirror became a portal and both I and the Slytherin who was attached to my hand were sucked into it when I broke the strong barrier holding the two worlds separate.
We landed with a thud in the middle of Ginny's dream. I realized at once that we were somewhere in Hogwarts but I had never before seen these tunnels or passages. Bones crunched under our feet and I had the disgusting feeling that water might drip onto me from the ceiling . . . somewhere above us. Malfoy gripped my hand hard for a long moment before he realized that he was still touching me so he let go. It took a lot of concentration to keep from showing how much this relieved and disappointed me.
"This is what the Weasel dreams about?" Malfoy finally said with a note of disgust in his voice. I glared at him for a minute before I heard a soft hiss behind us. Malfoy and I turned very slowly and saw three things. The first was Ginny, shackled to the wall and paler than a ghost. The second was a boy standing right in front of her holding a book and looking very sinister. He was also wearing a Slytherin uniform. The last and most terrifying of all was the huge snake staring at us with huge amber eyes.
"Ginny!" I screamed her name and her eyes snapped open. This also was a power I possessed. The dream world was MY realm. I could control it. When I wanted someone to wake up, to open their eyes, even to stop breathing, I could make them do it in their dreams. Ginny looked straight at me for a long time before she began to cry.
"You've upset her," the young man said. There was the slightest trace of a hiss in his intelligent, sophisticated voice and with a light sweep of his black hair; I noticed that his eyes burned like rubies. He brandished a wand at me and nearly took my head off with a spell! "I won't allow that!" I realized immediately that he wasn't part of my dream realm. He was something else . . . even worse than a memory because this person couldn't be erased or gotten rid of.
"Leave now." I heard myself say. It was strange because I felt as if someone else was speaking through me and possessing me. I felt my ears lengthen and my hair drop several inches before magic started to tingle at my fingertips. Malfoy was staring in utter surprise from Ginny to that young man that was currently trying to kill me.
"What is your name?" He finally asked when he realized that I wasn't going to die anytime soon. "You have power in a realm that I once ruled unopposed." I snarled at the very idea that this horrible creature could possibly harass my friend when she was sleeping.
"I'm Kaisa, future Ruler of Dreams, daughter of the Pixie and the Dream sovereign. Who are you?" Malfoy must have realized that I had used my real name but he didn't say anything as the young man bowed regally and then looked at me with a new measure of respect.
"Forgive my manners. My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." Malfoy choked and dropped to his knees, looking horrified.
"Master," He murmured, bowing his head and trembling. I had never seen Malfoy show any kind of respect like this and it scared me to see him groveling like that. The word 'master' registered in my mind and shock came over me. THAT was Lord Voldemort?! I thought he was supposed to be an old guy!
"THAT is Lord Voldemort?" I said in a strangled voice. Tom chuckled and waved to Malfoy to stand up, which he did reluctantly.
"I am the sixteen-year-old Voldemort. When Ginny opened my diary, I became a part of her. I am no longer Voldemort but Tom Riddle once again. I've been within her mind for two years and she still thinks that I am Voldemort." I continued to watch him for a long time before I finally decided that an explanation would help me figure out what he was doing in Ginny's dream.
"Why have you been in Ginny's dreams for two years?" He looked at me with a look of surprise, amusement, and gratitude. He sat down on the giant snake, which Malfoy muttered was a Basilisk when I quietly asked him what it was. It was strange, but Malfoy stood very close to me and when I stayed standing, he did too. He even looked at me before taking another step closer and taking out his wand. It was strange since I knew that this was Ginny's dream and she would probably prevent Malfoy from using magic since she hated him so much.
"Did Ginny tell you about how, in her second year, Lucius Malfoy snuck my old diary into her school books?" When I didn't say anything but looked at Malfoy oddly, Tom continued. "I became evil at the mention of my own name. Ginny told me everything about her life; her deepest, darkest secrets and all about the histories of people that she happened to know. I wanted to meet Harry Potter, the boy who defeated me. When I finally met him, he thought that I was evil and wanted to seal me back into my diary. I had to summon the Basilisk and defeat him. Unfortunately and fortunately, the Potter boy was able to not only defeat me but also restore me to myself. I believe I got a bit carried away, what with trying to get the Muggle-borns killed." I continued to stare at Tom as he sighed and petted the Basilisk faintly.
"Why are you here, in her mind?" Malfoy asked quietly. I could tell he was still in shock but he was trying very hard not to show it. Tom looked Malfoy directly in the eye and shrugged somewhat helplessly before walking over to Ginny. I could see that her eyes were open but unseeing. Her pupils were diluted and there was a look of enchantment and horror etched into her face. Tom placed his hand on Ginny's cheek and a gentle look passed over him as he stroked her face gently. I was still only slightly confused but Malfoy knew the answer. He knew why Tom was there.
"You're in love with her!" His voice betrayed his shock and disgust.
Mom and dad are back. I'll write what else happened later.
- Mya Kaisa Powerstone