Disclaimer: If I owned any of J.K. Rowling's characters, I'd be busy writing away in the
fifth book!
In case you didn't get that, It means I'm not her and Harry Potter & company belong to
her.
AN: A POV from Ginny about what happened in the Chamber of Secrets before Harry came.
~Hanging On~
Sobbing, Ginny Weasley ran into the final corridor of the chambers, clutching the
diary. Leaning on the wizard statue that stood guard there, she saw her tears fall on the
black cover of the diary. It disgusted her. Her own foolishness to trust such a book made
her tremble and cry harder. She threw it from her as far she could. It didn't go far; her
strength was nearly gone from fighting to keep her will. The book opened, and her chest
tightened. She clutched the leg of the statue.
There couldn't possibly anything more terrifying than that diary. Ginny felt her
breath stop coming as words slashed across the page...
It's finished. Thank you very much, dear. It is time for me to come back.
As she watched, the page shimmered, becoming lifelike. An image slowly
appeared, a shaky image of a wizard. Ginny's mouth opened in a terrified O as she
watched Tom Riddle's body slowly fill in. She backed up, slamming the wall. Tom laughed
at her, so helpless and barely alive. He stepped away from the diary, his body a ghostly
form that moved slowly, deliberately.
Ginny's feet betrayed her and she sank to the ground. "Why? Why me?"
Tom's cold laughter echoed against the chamber's walls, an empty laugh that took
delight at her misery. "I didn't pick you. You poured yourself into the diary, the very
deepest secrets and fears that I live on now. You made this happen, not me."
"No!" Ginny cried and felt her body slipping from reality. It wouldn't be long
before she was completely gone.
"Oh, yes. And soon, if I'm right, Harry Potter will be down here, thinking to save
you, thinking he's such a hero. Fool," he sneered. "He doesn't know that it was you who
lead him here, you who has damned him to die here, like you will."
"No," Ginny sobbed, her voice weak. Her eyes closed, but she still could hear
Tom's deadly voice whispering close to her ear.
"Don't worry. I'll leave him alive for a while. I need to talk with dear, old Harry.
Don't fight anymore. It's rather tiring to both of us, I think. That's a girl. Rest."
Ginny couldn't fight anymore. She fell, face first, to the dirt floor, breathing so slowly she
was sure she'd be dead in the next seconds. As she lay, feeling the consciousness flee her,
Tom muttered to himself, "What is taking that boy so long?"
fifth book!
In case you didn't get that, It means I'm not her and Harry Potter & company belong to
her.
AN: A POV from Ginny about what happened in the Chamber of Secrets before Harry came.
~Hanging On~
Sobbing, Ginny Weasley ran into the final corridor of the chambers, clutching the
diary. Leaning on the wizard statue that stood guard there, she saw her tears fall on the
black cover of the diary. It disgusted her. Her own foolishness to trust such a book made
her tremble and cry harder. She threw it from her as far she could. It didn't go far; her
strength was nearly gone from fighting to keep her will. The book opened, and her chest
tightened. She clutched the leg of the statue.
There couldn't possibly anything more terrifying than that diary. Ginny felt her
breath stop coming as words slashed across the page...
It's finished. Thank you very much, dear. It is time for me to come back.
As she watched, the page shimmered, becoming lifelike. An image slowly
appeared, a shaky image of a wizard. Ginny's mouth opened in a terrified O as she
watched Tom Riddle's body slowly fill in. She backed up, slamming the wall. Tom laughed
at her, so helpless and barely alive. He stepped away from the diary, his body a ghostly
form that moved slowly, deliberately.
Ginny's feet betrayed her and she sank to the ground. "Why? Why me?"
Tom's cold laughter echoed against the chamber's walls, an empty laugh that took
delight at her misery. "I didn't pick you. You poured yourself into the diary, the very
deepest secrets and fears that I live on now. You made this happen, not me."
"No!" Ginny cried and felt her body slipping from reality. It wouldn't be long
before she was completely gone.
"Oh, yes. And soon, if I'm right, Harry Potter will be down here, thinking to save
you, thinking he's such a hero. Fool," he sneered. "He doesn't know that it was you who
lead him here, you who has damned him to die here, like you will."
"No," Ginny sobbed, her voice weak. Her eyes closed, but she still could hear
Tom's deadly voice whispering close to her ear.
"Don't worry. I'll leave him alive for a while. I need to talk with dear, old Harry.
Don't fight anymore. It's rather tiring to both of us, I think. That's a girl. Rest."
Ginny couldn't fight anymore. She fell, face first, to the dirt floor, breathing so slowly she
was sure she'd be dead in the next seconds. As she lay, feeling the consciousness flee her,
Tom muttered to himself, "What is taking that boy so long?"