Time Travel
Chapter Five: The Writing on the Wall
Ginny yawned. She slept absolutely great that night. It was one of the rare times that Ginny went to sleep and woke up wide-awake immediately. She figured it was a day she couldn't wait to start.
She got up and realized that the rest of her roommates were still asleep. She shook her head and went to take a shower. When she was out and dressed, she sat back down, and saw it was still very early in the morning. She was bored. She couldn't go down to the Great Hall. Ginny abandoned the uninteresting task of watching the sleeping girls to go sit by the warmth of the fire in the Common Room. There were some books for pleasure reading in the common room, in the bedrooms there where just text books, at lease as far as she knew.
She went down the stairs to the Common Room. On the soft couch, there was a forgotten book. She looked around some more and saw an open book on a neglected shelf, there was a going straight through the left side, out of the cover and the pages looked a bit ate away by moths.
Ginny sighed and sat heavily on one of the comfortable chairs.
When one of the girls came down yawning and rubbing her eyes form loosing the last strands of sleep Ginny squealed slightly from sheer pleasure and took Ashley's hand in hers.
"Please? To the Great Hall?" She begged, forgetting for a moment everything. "Boring!"
All Ashley could do was to blink.
"I'll do anything!"
Another blink.
"Everything!" Ginny said, her hope slowly fading away.
Ashley opened her mouth. "You're the new girl, right?" She asked, still a bit sleepy. After Ginny nodded slowly she opened her eyes, suddenly remembering her. Follow me," she smiled.
Ginny sighed, full with relief, and let a slight smile to be shown on her features.
***
"The Chamber of Secrets?" Asreni frowned. "Yes, I remember that legend." She nodded. "Why?"
Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "Then come with me. You might be interested in what happened. After the rest of the staff wakes up, they will probably ask for more details, and so do I."
"What?" Asreni asked, confusedly.
"Please come with me," was his only reply.
***
Tom stood at the second floor next to the girls' bathroom and tried to stop the students who gathered and prevented them to touch the writing or to enter the room next to it.
"No!" He snapped, irritated. "You can not see it from close up!" He told to two of Hufflepuff's second years who sighed disappointedly and went three steps backwards. Tom shot them a cold glance and the moved a couple of meters behind the other students who gathered to see the writing.
"Move! Move, I said!" The head of the house barked. "Move! Clear this corridor immediately!"
Tom almost sighed, relieved, that the head of Slytherin and Gryffindor finally arrived there.
"Go on to breakfast Tom," Dumbledore added.
Asreni nodded. "The rest of you as well, scat," she shouted above the murmur of groans and complaints.
Tom looked at both teachers and nodded.
Dumbledore's eyes didn't show trust, but he shrugged it off. It was a daily occurrence, after all... Instead, they showed wonder, concern, and a little bit of mistrust.
Asreni had... righteous eyes. Righteous, and caring. She wasn't born to be a Slytherin. So why is she one? Tom wondered, not for the first time
Tom shook his head, dismissing the thought, and left the pair of professors alone.
***
Ginny hopped around the room restlessly. It took Ashley some time to get dressed and ready, and then Miranda and Yagon woke up.
Yagon suggested that maybe they'll show Ginny around, and they all agreed. All but Ginny, who hadn't said that she thought it was utterly unnecessary. She knew the parts where the students were. She hadn't needed to be walked around like a tour. But they didn't know it and enjoyed showing her the place. Ginny decided to let them have their fun and follow them around a bit more before complaining after the ache in her stomach she knew as hunger. It was just fine following them around. As she thought about that she mechanically moved from a rusted armor suit which had the indecent habit of grasping every arm that was via hand reaching.
Miranda gave them all an amusing imitation of professor Binns and then stopped her to the sound of two teachers' voices. They all knew the voices well.
"Well?" A deep voice sounded. Ginny stopped in her tracks behing the three girls. It was Dumbledore.
A different voice, softer, sounded. It was also familiar... That woman who woke me... Ginny decided. "But who could have done that?"
"By the legend," Miranda and Ashley raised their fingers to their lips, implying them to be quiet. "Slytherin's heir." The tone that she'd used has sounded like she shrugged helplessly.
The... heir... Slytherin's... Heir?... No... Was it that time? She couldn't know. Tom. Has he started to attack? Now? Why?
"It should be cleaned and removed, Albus."
"I agree. But how?"
At that moment Yagon caught Ginny's and Miranda's wrists and dragged them away from their hiding place in the direction of the great hall. When they had a fair distance between them and the teachers she left them and panted slightly. "We shouldn't have heard that," she said, eyes wide.
Ashley looked skeptic and Miranda rolled her eyes. Ginny was paralyzed. If one of them wouldn't hold her hand or something soon, she'd fall and probably won't be able to stand up again.
"Slytherin's heir?" Ashley wondered. "Who could that be?"
Ginny gulped. How can she say that Slytherin's heir, the one that will hurt and kill the Hogwarts students is Tom Riddle, the perfect and gorgeous boy from Slytherin? How will she be able to say that his name is actually, that his name is actually... Voldemort? How will she be able to say that she knows the future?...
***
Asreni smiled. "You didn't stop me." She said lightly.
Albus nodded.
"You knew they were there," she added, "while I discovered it when they left."
Albus nodded again.
"You know something, don't you?"
Albus nodded, once again.
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