Chapter 2
Classes were now over, and Ginny walked exhaustedly back to Gryffindor's common room. Her peers were most likely already in their dorms. She liked to saunter in the halls, considering they were so peaceful when no one was at bay. It gave her time to think.
'Now, all I have to do is pray I don't have another one of those creepy dreams. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. After all it was a dream. But, just to be sure, I'll go to Madam Pomfrey's and get a Dreamless Potion.'
Ginny, drowned out in her thoughts, turned the corner, only to be knocked into someone with a loud thump. It was the last person she wanted to see at the moment. Draco Malfoy.
"Watch it, Malfoy."
Draco just stared. A smirk growing on his handsome face.
"I think you should be the one to watch it, Weasley."
And with that, he walked away. What did he mean?
Ginny, annoyed, yet utterly confused, watched Draco walk away in his casual stride. What? No insult? And, was that a threat?
* * *
Draco, who was now strangely walked the corridors at a much faster pace than before he bumped into Ginny, drowned himself in oncoming thoughts.
'Why do I feel like telling her? I mean, she deserves what's coming to her, doesn't she? God, why did father have to tell me this? Why do I have to know what's happening. Of all the things rotten plans he could tell me, he only decides to tell me this one.'
* * *
"Madam Pomfrey?" asked Ginny as she entered the Hospital Wing.
"Yes? Who's there?"
"Madam Pomfrey, it's me, Ginny. I was wondering if I could take a Dreamless Potion tonight."
Madam Pomfrey eyed Ginny suspicioslly. It probably wasn't very common for a student to come to her office asking for potions that needed adult supervision for usage.
"Alright. Wait here."
Ginny nodded, and quietly sat on a soft cushioned chair next to one of the hospital beds near the door entrance.
After 5 minutes, Madam Pomfrey came back in, the dark green potion bottle in her hands. "Here. Drink it all right before you go to bed."
"Thank you." Ginny walked back with a sigh of reassurance.
'No crazy dreams for me tonight.'
* * *
"Unicorn Feathers." Ginny said in front of the Portal to the common room.
The large portrait of the Fat Lady swung open.
"Oh, hey Ginny. What's that?" Said Harry, looking up from his homework.
"Hey. Oh, this? It's a Dreamless Potion. You know, just in case.."
"Yeah, that's a good idea. I would suggest seeing Dumbeldore though. I remember when I had weird dreams. Well, maybe it's just a coincidence."
"Right. I know it is, anyway. It's a coincidence."
Ginny and Harry sat for the rest of the afternoon in the common room, doing their own homework. Ginny, who was still piled with work from Potions, gave up and decided to finish another day.
"Well, I'm done for tonight. Goodnight, Harry."
"Night, Gin." Ginny piled her books and headed towards her dorm.
* * *
"No, not again.." Ginny was now walking slowly through the aged dusty corridors of some kind of large manor.
"But, I took the potion, this can't be happening. Hey wait, since when have I realized I was in a dream during a dream?"
A sudden slamming of the door a hall away sent Ginny jumping with fright. She didn't know whether or not to go up to see who it was. But, it obviously wasn't the diary. Diaries don't have legs, or hands, or any human features to be exact. Though, this wasn't any ordinary diary.
'I have to. If I don't, I'll probably never find a way out of here. Besides, this is a dream, it's not physically possible to die or even get physically hurt in dreams Is it? Mentally, but not physically.'
Ginny slowly proceeded down the corridor, clenching her fist and constantly looking behind her. The last thing she needed was someone to grab her from a wall of something. Her footsteps echoing loudly in the distance. She was surprised that no one knew she was there.
Hopefully.
"H-hello? Is anyone there? Please, I have no idea where I am, and-"
As she turned a narrow corner at the end of the hall, a familiar, yet terrifying figure blocked the path. It was the mere memory of the darkest wizard himself, Tom Riddle!
"Hello there, Ginny." He spoke in a casual tone, as if he was seeing her for the first time in 15 minutes.
Ginny, having no idea what to say, stepped back, her eyes now growing wide in disbelief. Her throat now tightened, and her mouth slightly open, Ginny managed to speak.
"I-it can't be," Riddle was now walking closer, an evil smirk upon his face. "No, please, get away. Leave me alone."
She spoke nothing more than a mere whisper. It was so hard to manage to actually speak when the memory of an evil murdering wizard stood before you.
"Oh, Ginny, such a child. You have no idea what lies ahead of you, dear girl. Your fate will soon come, and my power shall be greater than ever before. And the best part of it all is, there is no way Potter can save you."
Ginny had backed up so far, her back now rested against the wall cold stone wall behind her. Although Ginny was now the same age, 16, as the memory of Voldemort, she didn't feel any more safer than she did when she met him in her 1st year when she was 11.
Ginny's lip trembled with fear. Tears began to roll down her cheek. She was afraid. Afraid for her life, completely ignoring the fact that she was in a dream.
"Get away from me." She managed to stutter.
Tom just smiled at her, and Ginny knew, for some strange reason, that he wouldn't do anything. She wasn't going to get hurt.
"You are more evil than I imagined. I had no idea what I was doing when it happened. I had no idea that by giving you my soul, I'd be helping myself in the future." He now only stood inches away, as though he were about to close the gap and strangle her.
As though being sucked into a black whole, Ginny fell through the supporting wall behind her and plummeted into the dark depths of an oblivion. Her piercing screams echoed throughout the darkness, and she finally came to a halt as the hard stone ground broke her fall.
Classes were now over, and Ginny walked exhaustedly back to Gryffindor's common room. Her peers were most likely already in their dorms. She liked to saunter in the halls, considering they were so peaceful when no one was at bay. It gave her time to think.
'Now, all I have to do is pray I don't have another one of those creepy dreams. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. After all it was a dream. But, just to be sure, I'll go to Madam Pomfrey's and get a Dreamless Potion.'
Ginny, drowned out in her thoughts, turned the corner, only to be knocked into someone with a loud thump. It was the last person she wanted to see at the moment. Draco Malfoy.
"Watch it, Malfoy."
Draco just stared. A smirk growing on his handsome face.
"I think you should be the one to watch it, Weasley."
And with that, he walked away. What did he mean?
Ginny, annoyed, yet utterly confused, watched Draco walk away in his casual stride. What? No insult? And, was that a threat?
* * *
Draco, who was now strangely walked the corridors at a much faster pace than before he bumped into Ginny, drowned himself in oncoming thoughts.
'Why do I feel like telling her? I mean, she deserves what's coming to her, doesn't she? God, why did father have to tell me this? Why do I have to know what's happening. Of all the things rotten plans he could tell me, he only decides to tell me this one.'
* * *
"Madam Pomfrey?" asked Ginny as she entered the Hospital Wing.
"Yes? Who's there?"
"Madam Pomfrey, it's me, Ginny. I was wondering if I could take a Dreamless Potion tonight."
Madam Pomfrey eyed Ginny suspicioslly. It probably wasn't very common for a student to come to her office asking for potions that needed adult supervision for usage.
"Alright. Wait here."
Ginny nodded, and quietly sat on a soft cushioned chair next to one of the hospital beds near the door entrance.
After 5 minutes, Madam Pomfrey came back in, the dark green potion bottle in her hands. "Here. Drink it all right before you go to bed."
"Thank you." Ginny walked back with a sigh of reassurance.
'No crazy dreams for me tonight.'
* * *
"Unicorn Feathers." Ginny said in front of the Portal to the common room.
The large portrait of the Fat Lady swung open.
"Oh, hey Ginny. What's that?" Said Harry, looking up from his homework.
"Hey. Oh, this? It's a Dreamless Potion. You know, just in case.."
"Yeah, that's a good idea. I would suggest seeing Dumbeldore though. I remember when I had weird dreams. Well, maybe it's just a coincidence."
"Right. I know it is, anyway. It's a coincidence."
Ginny and Harry sat for the rest of the afternoon in the common room, doing their own homework. Ginny, who was still piled with work from Potions, gave up and decided to finish another day.
"Well, I'm done for tonight. Goodnight, Harry."
"Night, Gin." Ginny piled her books and headed towards her dorm.
* * *
"No, not again.." Ginny was now walking slowly through the aged dusty corridors of some kind of large manor.
"But, I took the potion, this can't be happening. Hey wait, since when have I realized I was in a dream during a dream?"
A sudden slamming of the door a hall away sent Ginny jumping with fright. She didn't know whether or not to go up to see who it was. But, it obviously wasn't the diary. Diaries don't have legs, or hands, or any human features to be exact. Though, this wasn't any ordinary diary.
'I have to. If I don't, I'll probably never find a way out of here. Besides, this is a dream, it's not physically possible to die or even get physically hurt in dreams Is it? Mentally, but not physically.'
Ginny slowly proceeded down the corridor, clenching her fist and constantly looking behind her. The last thing she needed was someone to grab her from a wall of something. Her footsteps echoing loudly in the distance. She was surprised that no one knew she was there.
Hopefully.
"H-hello? Is anyone there? Please, I have no idea where I am, and-"
As she turned a narrow corner at the end of the hall, a familiar, yet terrifying figure blocked the path. It was the mere memory of the darkest wizard himself, Tom Riddle!
"Hello there, Ginny." He spoke in a casual tone, as if he was seeing her for the first time in 15 minutes.
Ginny, having no idea what to say, stepped back, her eyes now growing wide in disbelief. Her throat now tightened, and her mouth slightly open, Ginny managed to speak.
"I-it can't be," Riddle was now walking closer, an evil smirk upon his face. "No, please, get away. Leave me alone."
She spoke nothing more than a mere whisper. It was so hard to manage to actually speak when the memory of an evil murdering wizard stood before you.
"Oh, Ginny, such a child. You have no idea what lies ahead of you, dear girl. Your fate will soon come, and my power shall be greater than ever before. And the best part of it all is, there is no way Potter can save you."
Ginny had backed up so far, her back now rested against the wall cold stone wall behind her. Although Ginny was now the same age, 16, as the memory of Voldemort, she didn't feel any more safer than she did when she met him in her 1st year when she was 11.
Ginny's lip trembled with fear. Tears began to roll down her cheek. She was afraid. Afraid for her life, completely ignoring the fact that she was in a dream.
"Get away from me." She managed to stutter.
Tom just smiled at her, and Ginny knew, for some strange reason, that he wouldn't do anything. She wasn't going to get hurt.
"You are more evil than I imagined. I had no idea what I was doing when it happened. I had no idea that by giving you my soul, I'd be helping myself in the future." He now only stood inches away, as though he were about to close the gap and strangle her.
As though being sucked into a black whole, Ginny fell through the supporting wall behind her and plummeted into the dark depths of an oblivion. Her piercing screams echoed throughout the darkness, and she finally came to a halt as the hard stone ground broke her fall.