Dear Diary,
Okay, last time I left you in somewhat of a confusing state by saying that the sixteen-year-old version of Lord Voldemort was in love with my best friend and was only alive in her dreams. I was pretty surprised by the news as well. Before I continue though, I want to say that if you EVER trap my sixteen-year-old mind into your pages and fall in love with someone in the future and force them to do everything Tom did to Ginny, you'll be nothing but a smoldering pile of ashes before you can say Quiditch.
All right, so I was standing there with my mouth hanging open and my eyes the size of dinner plates, right after Malfoy dropped that particular bombshell on me. How could this have happened? WHY did this have to happen? And why did this have to happen to Ginny of all people? She's the sweetest, warmest, most selfless person I know (and I know a lot of people). The only person that seems to compare to her is Harry Potter!
"You're in love with her!" Yup, the shock was pretty bad. I think Malfoy and I were nearly sucked back into the real world with my lost concentration if I hadn't realized what was happening. Finally, I sat down and stared at him.
"Talk, now, explain." Malfoy opened his mouth but Tom held up his hand. He smiled sadly as he came to sit on the Basilisk again. He stared at us for a long time before he finally shrugged his shoulders.
"There isn't much to say. When I first met Ginny I knew that she was special. At first she annoyed me with her petty problems and all of the gossip of the school. Her secrets seemed unimportant save for her interest and relation to Harry Potter. Every word that she poured into the pages of my diary simply made me angry. Then, right when my plan was about to come into play I realized how much I was going to miss her talking to me. I knew then that I loved her but unfortunately, my plan had reached the point of no return. I couldn't do anything to save her and I tried to convince myself that it didn't matter. After all, she would become a piece of my mind anyway. We were bound the moment she touched her quill to my pages." I couldn't believe it even as he continued talking about how he had released the Basilisk from its slumber and fixed the entire school to be completely oblivious to everything he (and Ginny) did.
"Tom, why are you giving her nightmares?" I finally found myself asking when we had been standing in silence for a good few minutes.
"I'm not." He said with a hint of sadness. "Every time she sees me, she thinks I mean to harm her. Even if all I do is say hello or just look at her, she becomes so afraid, she automatically suffocates herself in a nightmare of her own creation." Tom looked at me pleadingly and all of a sudden I felt a warmth flood from my chest and all the way through my back and up my neck before taking over my face. WHY were his words suddenly affecting me so much? Genuine pain winked in his eyes and something akin to desperation pinned me to the wall.
"Master?" Malfoy whispered. I nearly screamed at just the thought that I had again forgotten him. Tom turned an intense glance at him before turning back to me with anger in his eyes.
"I hate you." He whispered tensely. That was when I felt a cold arm grab me around the waist and a scream wrench itself out of my mouth. As I blinked in the cold light of the afternoon, I realized that my father was holding me up. He was scowling darkly.
"Mya, NEVER take another person into someone else's dream. Understood?" I stared at him for a long time, not entirely sure who he was or who I was. Then I took a deep breath and nodded.
"I'm sorry dad." He smiled despite himself and put me down. I wasn't sure why he was suddenly happy for a few seconds before I realized that I had called him 'dad'. Who would have thought that calling him that would have made him so happy? Aside from my father's mental and emotional triumph, I discovered Malfoy and Ginny staring at me as if I was a ghost. Well, Ginny was the one who was staring at me as if I was a ghost. Malfoy was staring at me with a glazed look on his face.
"Mya, you saw him." Ginny's whisper made me look at her in shock. There wasn't any sort of an accusation, any sort of blame, or any sort of anything but surprise. I nodded slowly and crouched down beside her.
"He isn't an entity of your mind. He's real." I said. She continued to stare at me until my father cleared his throat and the three of us turned towards him. Brushing aside his raven hair, he smiled at me warmly and motioned down the hallway.
"Let's have lunch shall we? Everyone's been waiting and I came when I felt a dream mirror was shattered." Malfoy snapped his head around and stared at my dad for a long time before coming towards him.
"How could you have felt a dream . . . what was it? A dream MIRROR?" My dad nodded and shrugged thoughtlessly.
"I am the King of Dreams. Of course I can feel the presence of dreams around me, especially those closest to my daughter and heir." This made my mouth drop open as it was doing very often nowadays. I was now the heir to my father's kingdom? Great, just wonderful! As if living life not as a human but as a witch, a pixie, a princess, and an heir. Oh, and also someone who was wanted dead. Was there some sort of sign hanging over my head that stated that I wanted all of this trouble? I've always been a magnet for problems but never THIS much!
"How does a dream mirror work?" Malfoy demanded as he and my father started heading down the hallway. Ginny got up and began to walk beside him, her eyes staring straight ahead and not even acknowledging my presence. I kept glancing at her while listening to what my father said.
"A dream mirror is merely a window into the unconscious mind of another person. When Mya broke the surface of the mirror, she broke the only barrier keeping the two worlds separate. The world of the conscious and the world of the unconscious are on two separate planes of existence in which only my descendents can feel, see, and experience. All creatures have dreams and all are vulnerable through their dreams. That's why the Fourth Law was created."
"What's the Fourth Law? And what are the other three?" My dad seemed perfectly comfortable with Malfoy drilling him for information. The only two teachers that could ever keep up with his questions were Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape merely because they don't seem easily intimidated. I don't know for sure but I've heard a lot about the extra help sessions he arranges for him to meet the teachers to continue and further his knowledge and studies.
"The First Law is the law that no creature can use another creature's race to deny them something. There was a problem earlier when a Prince of Green Dragons came to meet the King of Hornets. The King thought that the Prince was actually a snake attempting to trick him and began to insult all Green Dragons when he learnt that he had been mistaken. A war ensued and many thousands of creatures on all sides were killed because of it."
"And the Second Law?"
"The Second Law is that all kingdoms would have their own Labyrinths. Jareth, Mya's godfather and my best friend, is infamous in the Underground for his Labyrinth. His wife was actually the only mortal to have unraveled it and escaped with that which she lost. Mya's mother also solved the Labyrinth when she came here but no one really knows about that incident." Malfoy's eyes widened.
"Do you have a Labyrinth?"
"Yes. Very few ever manage to find it and then once they do, they never reach the castle. My home is known as the House of Dreams."
"Is there a Labyrinth here?"
"Yes." Malfoy was about to ask another question but my mother exited a room and stiffened when she saw me. I smiled at her and waved nervously and she did the same, hurt but also relief evident in her face. My dad went over and hugged her before motioning us into the War Room. My godparents went over and smiled at me while staring as I sat down with Ginny on my left and Malfoy on my right. It was strange to have him sitting so close to me and yet not having him bug me. Okay, I have to go. Ayesha's coming over to us and she's showing her teeth in what I believe is a terrifying version of a smile. She's the Queen of the Dragons after all and she promised to give me, Malfoy, and Ginny a ride overlooking my mother's kingdom to see what its like.
- Mya Kaisa Powerstone
Okay, last time I left you in somewhat of a confusing state by saying that the sixteen-year-old version of Lord Voldemort was in love with my best friend and was only alive in her dreams. I was pretty surprised by the news as well. Before I continue though, I want to say that if you EVER trap my sixteen-year-old mind into your pages and fall in love with someone in the future and force them to do everything Tom did to Ginny, you'll be nothing but a smoldering pile of ashes before you can say Quiditch.
All right, so I was standing there with my mouth hanging open and my eyes the size of dinner plates, right after Malfoy dropped that particular bombshell on me. How could this have happened? WHY did this have to happen? And why did this have to happen to Ginny of all people? She's the sweetest, warmest, most selfless person I know (and I know a lot of people). The only person that seems to compare to her is Harry Potter!
"You're in love with her!" Yup, the shock was pretty bad. I think Malfoy and I were nearly sucked back into the real world with my lost concentration if I hadn't realized what was happening. Finally, I sat down and stared at him.
"Talk, now, explain." Malfoy opened his mouth but Tom held up his hand. He smiled sadly as he came to sit on the Basilisk again. He stared at us for a long time before he finally shrugged his shoulders.
"There isn't much to say. When I first met Ginny I knew that she was special. At first she annoyed me with her petty problems and all of the gossip of the school. Her secrets seemed unimportant save for her interest and relation to Harry Potter. Every word that she poured into the pages of my diary simply made me angry. Then, right when my plan was about to come into play I realized how much I was going to miss her talking to me. I knew then that I loved her but unfortunately, my plan had reached the point of no return. I couldn't do anything to save her and I tried to convince myself that it didn't matter. After all, she would become a piece of my mind anyway. We were bound the moment she touched her quill to my pages." I couldn't believe it even as he continued talking about how he had released the Basilisk from its slumber and fixed the entire school to be completely oblivious to everything he (and Ginny) did.
"Tom, why are you giving her nightmares?" I finally found myself asking when we had been standing in silence for a good few minutes.
"I'm not." He said with a hint of sadness. "Every time she sees me, she thinks I mean to harm her. Even if all I do is say hello or just look at her, she becomes so afraid, she automatically suffocates herself in a nightmare of her own creation." Tom looked at me pleadingly and all of a sudden I felt a warmth flood from my chest and all the way through my back and up my neck before taking over my face. WHY were his words suddenly affecting me so much? Genuine pain winked in his eyes and something akin to desperation pinned me to the wall.
"Master?" Malfoy whispered. I nearly screamed at just the thought that I had again forgotten him. Tom turned an intense glance at him before turning back to me with anger in his eyes.
"I hate you." He whispered tensely. That was when I felt a cold arm grab me around the waist and a scream wrench itself out of my mouth. As I blinked in the cold light of the afternoon, I realized that my father was holding me up. He was scowling darkly.
"Mya, NEVER take another person into someone else's dream. Understood?" I stared at him for a long time, not entirely sure who he was or who I was. Then I took a deep breath and nodded.
"I'm sorry dad." He smiled despite himself and put me down. I wasn't sure why he was suddenly happy for a few seconds before I realized that I had called him 'dad'. Who would have thought that calling him that would have made him so happy? Aside from my father's mental and emotional triumph, I discovered Malfoy and Ginny staring at me as if I was a ghost. Well, Ginny was the one who was staring at me as if I was a ghost. Malfoy was staring at me with a glazed look on his face.
"Mya, you saw him." Ginny's whisper made me look at her in shock. There wasn't any sort of an accusation, any sort of blame, or any sort of anything but surprise. I nodded slowly and crouched down beside her.
"He isn't an entity of your mind. He's real." I said. She continued to stare at me until my father cleared his throat and the three of us turned towards him. Brushing aside his raven hair, he smiled at me warmly and motioned down the hallway.
"Let's have lunch shall we? Everyone's been waiting and I came when I felt a dream mirror was shattered." Malfoy snapped his head around and stared at my dad for a long time before coming towards him.
"How could you have felt a dream . . . what was it? A dream MIRROR?" My dad nodded and shrugged thoughtlessly.
"I am the King of Dreams. Of course I can feel the presence of dreams around me, especially those closest to my daughter and heir." This made my mouth drop open as it was doing very often nowadays. I was now the heir to my father's kingdom? Great, just wonderful! As if living life not as a human but as a witch, a pixie, a princess, and an heir. Oh, and also someone who was wanted dead. Was there some sort of sign hanging over my head that stated that I wanted all of this trouble? I've always been a magnet for problems but never THIS much!
"How does a dream mirror work?" Malfoy demanded as he and my father started heading down the hallway. Ginny got up and began to walk beside him, her eyes staring straight ahead and not even acknowledging my presence. I kept glancing at her while listening to what my father said.
"A dream mirror is merely a window into the unconscious mind of another person. When Mya broke the surface of the mirror, she broke the only barrier keeping the two worlds separate. The world of the conscious and the world of the unconscious are on two separate planes of existence in which only my descendents can feel, see, and experience. All creatures have dreams and all are vulnerable through their dreams. That's why the Fourth Law was created."
"What's the Fourth Law? And what are the other three?" My dad seemed perfectly comfortable with Malfoy drilling him for information. The only two teachers that could ever keep up with his questions were Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape merely because they don't seem easily intimidated. I don't know for sure but I've heard a lot about the extra help sessions he arranges for him to meet the teachers to continue and further his knowledge and studies.
"The First Law is the law that no creature can use another creature's race to deny them something. There was a problem earlier when a Prince of Green Dragons came to meet the King of Hornets. The King thought that the Prince was actually a snake attempting to trick him and began to insult all Green Dragons when he learnt that he had been mistaken. A war ensued and many thousands of creatures on all sides were killed because of it."
"And the Second Law?"
"The Second Law is that all kingdoms would have their own Labyrinths. Jareth, Mya's godfather and my best friend, is infamous in the Underground for his Labyrinth. His wife was actually the only mortal to have unraveled it and escaped with that which she lost. Mya's mother also solved the Labyrinth when she came here but no one really knows about that incident." Malfoy's eyes widened.
"Do you have a Labyrinth?"
"Yes. Very few ever manage to find it and then once they do, they never reach the castle. My home is known as the House of Dreams."
"Is there a Labyrinth here?"
"Yes." Malfoy was about to ask another question but my mother exited a room and stiffened when she saw me. I smiled at her and waved nervously and she did the same, hurt but also relief evident in her face. My dad went over and hugged her before motioning us into the War Room. My godparents went over and smiled at me while staring as I sat down with Ginny on my left and Malfoy on my right. It was strange to have him sitting so close to me and yet not having him bug me. Okay, I have to go. Ayesha's coming over to us and she's showing her teeth in what I believe is a terrifying version of a smile. She's the Queen of the Dragons after all and she promised to give me, Malfoy, and Ginny a ride overlooking my mother's kingdom to see what its like.
- Mya Kaisa Powerstone