A/N: OMG! I got TWELVE reviews! I AM SO HAPPY! Mehehehhh! –coughcough- Anywayyy. Here's lots more of TMR-GAP. Though technically he doesn't know… Anyway, lots of you wanted Ginny to slip up on something. She does in this chapter… Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Though I wish it was.
The Letter P
Chapter Twenty-One: P is for Puzzles
"No. The fact of the matter, Peregrine, is that I'd rather make sure that you got back to your little common room safely than have to deal with a mess in the morning after you get attacked again."
Her breath was hard in her throat. "Riddle," she said slowly, "I don't think that I ever mentioned being attacked before."
"It's simple logic," he said scathingly, folding his arms across his chest.
Eyes icy, and not believing a word of it, Ginny hissed, "Is it?" and then disappeared through the doorway.
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The dreams got worse and worse with every passing day.
"Hermione? Mione, did you hear the news? Harry got a-" the words were never finished because Ginny ran into her best friend's room and came to see the bushy-haired Muggleborn on her bedroom floor, red and sticky and somehow a lot smaller than Ginny ever remembered, because her arms were in the corner, and her legs were mutilated, and her head was GONE and her best friend was in pieces, and she was screaming, screaming, screaming
The green light flashed brighter than anything, and a single tortured scream rose up from everyone present as their only saviour fell. Ginny was screaming louder than anyone. The green eyes of her first love widened, bulged, and then his glasses fell. And Harry tumbled forwards lifeless; Ginny ran to him, screaming, screaming, screaming
Molly Weasley was clinging to her husband, fear etching onto her features as she screamed. "Not my children!" she sobbed. "Not my children! Please!" Tears streamed down her face; Lord Voldemort laughed at the display of emotion. He waved his wand – with a twisted scream and in an explosion of blood, Bill fell. "NOT MY CHILDREN! PLEASE!" Ginny's mother screamed. Ginny stood watching, tears flowing. "Mum!" she screamed. "Mum!" Then the screaming rose up, higher and higher, and Ginny could only distinguish two phrases: from her mother, "Take me instead" and from Lord Voldemort, "Very well". Then the blood was everywhere, and the kitchen of the Burrow was destroyed by it and parts of the Weasley family were everywhere, and Ginny was screaming, screaming, screaming
Someone breathing quietly behind her. Ginny spun. A tall, dark silhouette in the dark corridor that had opened up behind Ginny. It held a knife. Ginny, eyes wide with terror, let out a loud, piercing scream, but before she could turn and run, a cold, long-fingered hand clamped painfully over her mouth and, she was screaming, screaming, screaming
Ginny sat bolt upright. Her hair was matted with hot sweat, and her hazel eyes were blurred with tears. Looking over, she saw that roommates were still sleeping. She obviously hadn't been screaming for very long.
No. A faint buzzing informed Ginny that they were not sleeping deeply… they were ignoring. The throbbing of a Silencing Charm was the only noise in the room.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, and then climbed out of bed. She glanced at the clock sitting on her bedside table, and it spoke four in the morning. Running a hand through her greasy, sweaty hair, she stumbled towards the bathroom and turned the shower on.
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Ginny stepped out the bathroom, holding a fluffy towel around her. She dressed in her school uniform, though she knew full-well that she wouldn't be going to class today. She was going to skive off and try to find something out about the Chamber of Secrets.
She shook her sodden hair out, before scraping it into a high ponytail to dry. Impatiently brushing away the longer strands of her fringe, she donned her black leather flats and gathered her books.
As she collected her Transfiguration book from the bottom of her trunk, she noticed a thin black book that she had been given for her birthday by Dippet and had been long since forgotten about. Plucking it out, she rifled through the crisp pages, looking thoughtfully at it.
I might as well do something
Ginny picked up her favourite eagle-quill and an ink-pot, dipped the tip of her quill in, and started to scratch down her thoughts.
5th November 1958
It's been a week since I was down below the dungeons with Riddle. I'm still trying to work out why he was down there and who took me there. I suppose my being dragged there in an attack was rather obvious, though I still think that there's more to Riddle than meets the eye. Everyone sees him as 'a dark, cold character, who all he needs is a bit of love to make him whole again'. He's not. He's a piece of a puzzle that adds up to nothing. Perhaps the pieces of the puzzle have been mixed up, and to find his picture, I need some pieces from other puzzles. He is Riddle, and he is one.
The redhead surveyed her words. To anyone who didn't know what she was talking about, she would seem to be speaking nonsense, or perhaps crazy. It was perfect.
Furrowing her brow in thought, Ginny wrote one more line before closing the book with a snap, and throwing it back into her trunk.
The lull before the storm; he waits.
Ginny selected the nicest-looking bagel and slathered some rich butter on it. "Did we have any Transfiguration homework?" she asked Alden and Grace innocently, pretending that she would actually turn up at the class.
"Yeah, I think so," said Grace. "Lemme check." She started rummaging in her bag.
"Seven inch parchment on your views on Transfiguring objects into people, whether or not it's good, and if its legality should continue," said Alden, not looking up from his scrambled eggs.
Grace stopped. "Fine, I won't check."
"Did you memorize that word for word?" asked Ginny incredulously.
Alden shrugged, grinning.
The food was starting to disappear so Ginny crammed the last of her bagel into her mouth, quickly grabbed another, and then drained her glass of pumpkin juice before all evidence of food ever existing vanished.
Grace, apparently, had thought similarly. Her arms were laden with food, to the point where she had to put it into her bag to stop it from falling everywhere. She felt Alden and Ginny's boggling eyes upon her and coloured slightly. "I'm hungry," she said defensively.
As they walked up the stairs towards Transfiguration, Ginny chose her wording carefully, before asking, "What's the Chamber of Secrets?"
Immediately, as if a button had been touched, Grace and Alden tensed. Grace looked over her shoulder nervously, checking that no-one was nearby, before saying quietly, "I wouldn't shout that if I were you."
"Why not?" Ginny asked, making her eyes as wide and innocent as possible.
Avoiding her question, Alden said, "The Chamber of Secrets in a secret place Hogwarts, created by Salazar Slytherin himself. No-one knows where it is – people had been looking for it for thousands of years, but no-one's ever found it. Everyone thought that it was a myth; that it didn't exist."
"Until two years ago," said Grace softly.
"What happened two years ago?" inquired Ginny, though she already knew the answer.
"Someone opened the Chamber of Secrets, for the first time in over five-thousand years," Alden said.
"They released the monster," whispered Grace.
Alden gave her a withering look. "There was a legend, that – allegedly," he shot another look at Grace, confirming Ginny's theory that he didn't believe in the monster, "- that a monster lived in the Chamber of Secrets. I don't think that's true, but – regardless of whether there was a monster or not – when it opened two years ago… a girl was killed."
Ginny gasped.
"Myrtle Tristanebury," said Grace, her voice shaking. "She was a Hufflepuff. She sat next to me in Potions and Divination. One day, she never turned up for Potions. I didn't think anything of it – everyone knew that she often skived off class to skive. I…" her voice cracked. "I made fun of her. To Flora. I said that she was probably crying somewhere, all by herself, thinking of ways to kill herself." Tears appeared in her eyes. "It was only a joke! But… but then Olive Hornby found her, dead, in a bathroom… it was only a joke!"
Grace gulped, and then buried her head into Alden's shoulder, fighting back tears. The boy awkwardly patted her shoulder, throwing a help me what do I do look at Ginny. The redhead shrugged in return.
"Grace, it's fine, you didn't know," said Ginny reassuringly, briefly giving the tearful, over-sensitive brunette a squeezing hug. "I need the loo – I'll catch up with you in a second, okay?"
"'Kay." Grace lifted her head, gave a watery smile, wiped her eyes, and then headed away with Alden.
The seventeen-year-old redhead waited until they had gone around the corner before hurrying away to the library. She ran quickly but stealthily, not wishing to be caught out by suspicious teachers. She pushed through the large oak doors to her destination, and glanced about. A week ago she had been here in very different circumstances, though coincidentally the two trips were related.
Avoiding the stare of Madam Crofton, Ginny ducked into the Dark Arts section of the library and started to scan the labels, eyes flicking sideways for anyone approaching. The theories on her being at Hogwarts to kill everyone would not be muted if she was discovered searching through the Darkest area of the library.
Chamber of Secrets… Chamber of Secrets…
Nothing.
"Hm." Ginny's lips twisted into a thoughtful pout. She slid the last book that she had pulled out back into place with a bang, and then lifted her wand to her head. Concentrating hard on what she had learnt last year at the old Hogwarts, her Hogwarts, she Transfigured her skin several shades darker to that of a smooth, even olive, and her hair dark and curly. Satisfied, she weaved back towards the librarian's desk.
"Madam Crofton?" called Ginny, and waited for the librarian to arrive.
She moved into view from behind a shelf on first-year textbooks. "YES?" she asked loudly. "DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, MISS…?"
"Akakios," Ginny informed her in what she hoped was a convincing Greek accent. "My name eez Petra Akakios. Ay am a NOOT student, and ay 'ave been assigned a Defence Against The Dark Ayrts project, involving zee study of Dark creatures. Could ay be allowed eento zee Restricted Secteeon, pleez?"
"DO YOU HAVE A PASS FROM YOUR TEACHER, MISS AKAKIOS?" inquired Madam Crofton, writing the information down on a clipboard.
"Ack," said Ginny, and released a string of nonsense that she hoped sounded like a Greek swearword. "Pleez, excuz my terrible language. Eet eez just zat ay knew ay 'ad forgotten somezing een my classroom. Eet waz zee pass!" she slapped her forehead. "Could ay not be let een wizout zee pass?"
"NO, I CAN'T. I'M SORRY, MISS AKAKIOS. I MUST HAVE PROOF THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED SUCH A PROJECT."
"Oh, but zurely you believe me?" said Ginny, widening her eyes. "Ay am a trustworzy person! You may ask my Profezor, my Profezor Devin! 'E weell tell you zat ay speak zee truth!"
Madam Crofton eyed Ginny warily, for a moment, before saying, "NO PASS, NO ENTRANCE."
'Petra's' lip curled, and she stormed angrily from the room, heading back towards Transfiguration, her plan momentarily foiled. She made something up to tell the Professor about being delayed by another teacher, and the day proceeded. Alden and Grace bugged her about what had really delayed her, and she said honestly, "I had to go to the library," but said no more.
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Darkness fell. The Slytherin sixth-year girls' dormitory was pitch-black, and Ginny rolled out of bed, hoping that Grace was not lying awake as she sometimes did. The stillness in the room informed her that she was not, and Ginny pulled off the nightdress that had covered her night attire.
She had donned her twenty-first-century clothing – black skinny jeans, a black hoodie jumper, and the chunky trainers that she had arrived in. Her hair was still in its high ponytail, but Ginny undid and tied it up again, to make sure it was secure. She didn't want hair flapping in her face for this dangerous mission.
Snatching her wand from her bedside table and slinging her empty school-bag over her shoulder, to carry any books she found in the library. Ginny crept down into the Slytherin common room. It was empty, save for one of Abraxas Malfoy's friends, who was keeled over, asleep, with his face on his homework.
Ginny poked the male with her wand. He didn't move, but Ginny used a Full Body-Bind Hex on him, just in case. Then she moved swiftly from the common room.
The dungeons were black as night – blacker, because the night would have had a moon and stars. The only source of light were the flickering candles set into the walls, and Ginny kept away from those, to hide in the shadows. She tiptoed as quickly as possible past Professor Slughorn's office, and then sprinted up the stairs, her feet making tiny, muted thumps.
Up the grand Entrance Hall stairs, through a secret tapestry, up another set of stairs, and then she was at her grand destination. Gingerly Ginny tested the door handle. Locked. She drew her wand. "Alohamora," she whispered, and, with a spark of faint blue light, the door clicked unlocked; Ginny slipped in.
Pressing her back against the wood of the door on the other side, she lifted her wand and Transfigured herself into 'Petra Akakios' again – if she was caught, then she would probably be reported to Riddle, and didn't want to have to explain to him why she had been sneaking around in the forbidden section of the library, looking at Dark books.
Flipping her dark curly ponytail over her shoulder, she hurried towards the chain-gate that separated the Restricted Section from the rest of the library. Leaping lithely over the gate, Ginny landed in the forbidden area of the library like a cat, crouched on tiptoes.
And she's in
Straightening up, Ginny moved between the shelves.
It was darker here than anywhere else – darker, even, than the dungeons. No moonlight landed from the distant windows, and the dancing shadows seemed to whisper, a thousand monsters scurrying out of sight.
Ginny peered at a book's spine. It was written in Ancient Runes, and she couldn't understand. The next – a harsh, brutal-looking language that she didn't even recognize.
Chamber of Secrets… where are you? Ginny scowled, still searching for the ever-evasive book, and lit the tip of her wand with a muttered, "Lumos".
Pale light shone over the dusty, dark books, and blood-stains jumped out at Ginny's vision like monsters from the gloom, standing out and sending chills down her spine.
There.
Ginny hurried to the book, and cast her wand-light over it. It was coated in cobwebs, and was emblazoned with the yellow letters - The Chamber of Secrets: The Secrets of the Chamber. Gleefully triumphant, Ginny pulled it out and flipped open to the first page, glancing over her shoulder warily before leafing through.
The Chamber of Secrets resides in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; where, exactly, is unknown. Placed there by Salazar Slytherin himself when founding the school with Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff, it is suspected to be underground – hence the name 'Chamber', as a chamber generally indicates a room underground – and, though every inch of the Hogwarts dungeons have been searched, nothing has been found.
Ginny thought to herself how foolish and narrow-minded the searchers must have been.
It is said to be guarded by a massive, blood-thirsty monster. The most suitable would-be guardian, theorists say, is the basilisk. A snake of monumental size, it can only be commanded by an Heir of Slytherin, in Parseltongue, the language of snakes, with Salazar Slytherin spoke. Its fangs are deadly poisonous, and if it is looked in the eye, instant death is assured. It also has the ability to petrify, if it is not seen eye-to-eye (for example, a reflection of it). However, no basilisks have been sighted in Great Britain for over two-thousand years, and this theory has been dismissed.
Lip curling in anger, Ginny rifled through the rest of the chapter. There was nothing that she didn't already know! She shone her wand-light around for any other books, but as the dim glow landed on Unlocking the Chamber of Secrets: Theory and Fact, she heard voices and footsteps.
"What's that light over there, Madam Crofton?"
"I DON'T KNOW. COME ON, WEASLEY, LET'S SEE."
Ginny's breath caught. It was Madam Crofton, and her great-uncle, Epaphras Weasley, the caretaker. "Nox," she hissed to her wand, and, as the light went out, she grabbed the book that she had seen.
At least, she hoped it was the right one.
Flinging the two books into her bag, Ginny ran back to the chain-gate, peering around the corner. Madam Crofton and the familiar face of Uncle Epaphras were drawing closer.
Trapped! Ginny's mind threw out one word as she stepped backwards from the gate. Trapped! Trapped!
Not trapped, Ginny suddenly realized, and she whirled around and sprinted away. As her ponytail slapped her cheek from the abrupt movement, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that it was coloured a lot more red than dark brown, and the curls were straightening out. In her fear, her Transfiguration was coming undone.
I'll fix it later!
Weaving through the rows of shelves, Ginny realized that she had no hope of finding the correct bookcase by running around blindly. She pressed her hand up against the third shelf from the bottom on the joined bookcases that lined the wall, and then continued to run.
No – no – no – no – yes
Her slim fingers brushed against an uneven surface, and Ginny came to a halt. Peering through the darkness, she could not distinguish if it was the snake that she was looking for – but she daren't light her wand to find out, because the librarian and caretaker were closer than ever.
Is it – isn't it – is it – isn't it? Ohhh Merlin
Closing her eyes to pray that it would work, Ginny squatted down so that her mouth was level with where the snake was – if it's the snake – it IS – oh hell– took a deep breath, and then, quietly, sharply, spoke, "Open" in a language that time forgot.
For one terrifying moment, Ginny thought that it hadn't worked. Then, with a creak that seemed far too loud to pass being heard by Madam Crofton, the bookcase swung forwards.
She leapt in, slammed it behind her, and raced several metres forwards before stopping to catch her breath. She was safe now.
Wasn't she?
Well, it depends on your definition of safe. If your definition of safe is trapped in a pitch-black, wet, freezing cold underground chamber that no-one knows about, with only a monumental killer snake to keep you company, then – yes, I am as safe as it gets.
However, for those of you who are sane… I'm screwed.
Realizing that having a conversation with herself inside her head was ridiculous, Ginny focused on the task at hand, and said quietly, "Lumos."
Before her were worn, grimy steps leading downwards. Nervously Ginny descended, keeping her wand-light level so that she could see if there were any patches of slime or broken steps where she could fall and hurt herself.
After what seemed like hours (Ginny was certain that when she walked up there with Riddle the staircase hadn't been so long; she scowled at it), the stairs levelled out, and Ginny found herself in a small chamber. She looked to her left and saw the snake-gate that lead to the actual Chamber of Secrets.
There was something out of place about it.
Ignoring her thoughts on the gate, she turned to the right and started to walk down the long slimy corridor back to the abandoned girls' bathroom.
It's open.
That was what wasn't right about the gate. It was open, and it wasn't supposed to be.
Ginny wheeled about and stared at the ajar snake-gate. Then her eyes flitted from it and stared through the gate.
And saw the sprawled-out figure at the end of the Chamber.
So far away, yet Ginny recognized Riddle immediately. And thought triumphantly, Yes! I don't have to kill him because someone's already done it for me Yet, for some bizarre reason, her legs were acting of their own accord and were making her sprint across the Chamber.
Stop! STOP! STOP, Damnit! We don't want to help him!
She lifted her wand and quickly Transfigured herself into 'Petra Akakios'. By the time her hair was curling and darkening to the right shade, she had arrived.
Ginny skidded to a halt and dropped to her knees, her wand clattering on the onyx floor beside her. "Riddle?" she gasped out. "Riddle, are you okay? Wake up – wake up, Riddle? RIDDLE?"
Dread filling her heart, she noticed the spreading pool of blood gathering underneath him. With a sense of déjà vu choking her, she leaned over him and inspected his left arm.
The cut.
"Oh God," Ginny whispered.
What the hell am I getting myself into?
"Riddle – Riddle!" she screamed, fear pumping through her heart. All thoughts of rejoicing and saving the world and going back home had disappeared, had been replaced by absolute terror. She was alone, kneeling with the Head Boy, dead, and his blood was across her hands.
A thousand other deaths were blurring through her mind, and tears stung the corners of her eyes. Not another one. Not someone else.
"Riddle – Tom – Tom Riddle – Tom Marvolo – Riddle!"
"Who are you and how the hell do you know my middle name?"
Ginny's eyes widened and she blinked repeatedly to clear her vision. Riddle's eyes were open, and narrowed.
"Riddle?" she whispered, hardly daring to believe it.
"Yes, that's my name, and how do you know it?" demanded Riddle. His face was always pale, but now it was almost crystal-coloured and there were grey smudges of tiredness under his eyes – the eyes, narrowed and attempting anger, though only achieving fear and despair in the flashing dark. His meticulously-combed hair was in a mess that reminded her of Harry Potter's hair, sticking up all over the place and falling into his face.
But you're not Harry. You killed Harry.
Gulping, Ginny chose not to answer. She hoped that her disguise was sufficient.
Suddenly Riddle frowned. "Do I…" he furrowed his brow, as if trying to understand something immensely difficult. "Do I know you?"
In Transfiguring her features, Ginny had coloured her hair and skin differently. However she was still the same person – she had the same face, the same eyes, the same way of speaking and standing. She was still Ginny, and she needed to be careful not to be discovered.
"No, you don't," replied Ginny, and quickly swerved the conversation away from dangerous waters. "What happened? Who did this to you?"
"Nothing. No-one." Riddle sent her a dark look, as if to capitalize the fact, and to say see, that's all there is to it, now get lost.
"I see," said Ginny mildly, picking up her wand. Recalling that no two wizards shared the same wand, and, knowing Mr. I-Remember-Everything, her identity would be cracked in a second if Riddle saw her wand, she stowed it inside her hoodie.
"What the devil are you wearing?" asked Riddle suddenly, his eyebrows creasing in bewilderment. "And who comes down here in the dead of night, anyway?"
That, Riddle, is what I asked you, but seeing as you didn't answer, I don't think I will.
"Nothing. No-one," said Ginny evasively, raising an eyebrow to make her point.
"Look – whoever you are – you wouldn't believe me if I told you," muttered Riddle bitterly as he stumbled to his feet.
"Need help? You probably lost a third of your blood," Ginny told him. As Riddle refused, she merely walked with him and continued conversationally, "So was it the basilisk?"
Riddle stopped completely and stared at her. "Okay, stop this right now. Who are you? How do you know about the basilisk? How do you know how to get down here? And how do you know my middle name?" he said sharply.
Smirking, Ginny said, "I am Wellvren Sayoley." She thought it over, before adding, "G."
"What kind of a name is that?" said Riddle incredulously.
Inwardly giggling with insane glee, Ginny replied innocently, "What kind of a name is Lord Voldemort?"
"I don't know. Your cousin?" said Riddle mockingly.
Ginny stared at him.
No reaction. Absolutely no reaction.
I thought that Dumbledore said that he was already becoming a Death Eater by the time he was seventeen!
Then again, Dumbledore also forgot to mention the crazy psychopaths running around and slashing people's forearms. Including Riddle's.
The redhead shrugged, and they continued up from the Chamber of Secrets. She was alarmed when Riddle turned right, to the stairs up to the library, but when they moved through the secret bookcase, Madam Crofton and Epaphras Weasley had long-since left.
Outside the library doors, they were a corridor from the Head dormitories. Riddle glanced away at the far image of Robin the Rich that marked his home, and then returned his gaze to Ginny. With the same calculating stare he used on everyone, he observed her – it was, as ever, like being under a floodlight.
"Your hair," he finally said, frowning. "It's… changing."
CRAP!
Ginny was rapidly transforming back into herself. She had to leave – and fast. She waited until Riddle looked away, and then, instantly, tore away down the hallway. Even as she sprinted down the stairs, three steps at a time, to the floor below, she felt her hair thinning and brightening to red. If Riddle simply looked around the corner, he would see her perfectly and know who 'Wellvren Sayoley G' was.
Damn damn damn
With one last burst of speed, Ginny was through the Entrance Hall, down into the dungeons, and then skidded to a halt before the bust of Salazar Slytherin. "Ophiuchus," she panted, adding, in Parseltongue, "and if anyone asks, you never saw me."
"Yes, my Lady."
Ginny slipped through the door and scurried up to bed. Thankfully, none of her roommates had woken up. Changing quickly out of her twenty-first century attire, she laid her wand to rest on her bedside table, emptying her bag, kicking the contents under her bed, and slinging the bag aside, before hopping into her icy sheets, and curling up beneath them. However, as she lay there, she knew in her heart that she would not sleep tonight, as too many unanswered questions plagued her mind.
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A/N: I hope you liked it. Thanks to my beta SilvanXan. Review! Your only other option is death. If your review isn't replied to up here, it's because it probably didn't fit on the review page and I didn't see it. Sorry.
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