The Hogwarts' Riddle
Chapter 2 -RAIDO-
Determinedly Ginny got up from her seat and headed straight for the back of the library, where she knew the yearbooks were located.
It was all quiet in this deserted section. The old books were only very seldom consulted and certainly not on a Hogsmeade weekend.
Shivering, she dragged her woollen cloak tighter around her shoulders. She always brought it along, whenever she went to the library. It was always creepy cold inside here.
The bad thing about the beautiful fireplace was the fact that it didn't allow any fire – magical – or other – to burn inside its hearth.
Every flame would just die away as soon as it made contact with the old stone.
It was told that one day, more than half a century ago, the merrily flickering fire had for some reason started to die away and not a single spark had been able to glow in there ever since. No matter what anyone did to remedy it.
Only special spells and enchantments kept the room dry and saved all the wonderful old books from dampness.
Slowly, Ginny stepped along the long rows of bookshelves that reached up to the high ceiling.
There were so many yearbooks and she didn't even know for which of them she was searching.
She needed to do this methodically.
"Tom Riddle," she whispered and pointed the tip of her wand at the old leather bands' cracked backs, "find him …"
Carefully, she kept her eyes on the wand, while she traced it along the long row of books.
The thick carpet muffled her every step and the rain's heavy downpour was the only noise to her ears.
Her heart hammered excitedly inside of her chest, when the tip of her wand finally started to glow in a soft, orange light as soon as it touched the yearbook of 1945.
She stopped and after a careful glance over her shoulder, she drew the book out of its shelf.
It was, like the many others around, of scarlet and brown leather that had faded with the decades. Several fine cracks ran across its cover, like wrinkles on a face.
One last time Ginny hesitated, then she shoved every doubt aside and opened the book.
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The first thing she saw, was the kind smile of a pink-faced girl with honey-blond hair.
Abbott, Henriette – Hufflepuff, the scripting beneath the smiling picture read. This was obviously a relative of Hannah.
Ginny turned a few pages and stopped at another familiar name.
Longbottom, Richard – Ravenclaw. Well, that was certainly some surprise. Who would have guessed that.
Ginny's lips formed into a slight smile as she turned the page.
A pale, beautiful girl with long, silky silvery-blond hair looked straight into her eyes as if daring readers to not notice her.
Malfoy, Meredith – Slytherin.
Still too far in the beginning.
Ginny grabbed a bunch of pages at once and looked into the broad grinning, freckled face of -Ron.
No – that wasn't Ron.
Her eyes grew wide with surprise when she read the name.
Weasley, there was no doubt about that, but Weasley, Jonathan – Gryffindor.
That – was ancient, fragile granduncle Jonathan? This grinning, healthy young man with the trademark flaming-red hair and the trace of mischief in his eyes?
Ginny drew in a sharp breath and for the first time it occurred to her, how very many years she would have to travel into the past, if she really were to put her plan into action.
Slowly and thoughtfully, she turned a few pages back and there he was.
A handsome boy around 18 with pale skin, jet-back hair and bottle-green eyes.
Tom Riddle.
He looked a lot like Harry, only his hair wasn't as short and untidy, but straight and silky. It reached down to his earlobes and was just the slightest bit curled at the ends, what gave it some volume.
And of course, there was no scar on his forehead.
He looked rather good.
When his eyes met with hers, Ginny felt a nervous flickering in the pit of her stomach and quickly clapped her hand over the picture and read.
Riddle, Tom Marvolo - Slytherin.
And further: Son of Margin Riddle nee *Mackenzie and Tom Riddle. Born November13th 1926 at Little Hangleton. Prefect – Head-Boy – Assessed with 'Special Services To The School' in 1942 and a 'Medal for Magical Merit' in 1944. Graduation Essay: Ancient Runes Scripting.
Ginny took out a piece of parchment and a quill and started to copy the entry.
When she drew her hand back from the picture, Riddle scowled suspiciously at her and she clapped the book shut in a hurry.
Dust whirled up and tickled her nostrils. The echo of her sneeze sounded sharply through the quiet library.
Hastily, she stuffed the book back onto its shelf and looked carefully behind her back.
There was no one around.
The rain was pattering harder against the windows now and the wind hit the castle walls in furious blows. Just when she looked outside, a first bolt of lightning crossed the dark-grey sky.
She flinched with surprise and hurried off towards the section where the Graduation essays where kept.
Shortly after, she had found the one she was looking for and sat down on the floor with it.
She leaned her back against the shelf and opened the book in her lap.
All the essays inside dealt with Rune Scripting in one way or another. Riddle's was the interpretation of a complex Rune setting.
Ginny gasped, when her eyes fell onto the narrow, sharp-angled flourishes that were so very familiar to her from his diary.
Those very same letters, slightly shifting to the right, covered the old yellowing parchment. Clear elegant swirls, neatly set in jet-black ink. That was the way Tom had written in their diary.
Tears crept into her eyes. She had never realised, how much she had missed him. But now that she looked at the familiar handwriting, that awareness hit her with full force. The words blurred in front of her eyes. A single tear fell onto the text and left a dark spot, where it caused the ink to smear the parchment. Ginny quickly cast a cleansing spell on the page to fix the mess and forced herself to focus on the task she had set for herself.
In his Graduation essay, Tom had foretold that a dark-haired boy with emerald-green eyes would cause the downfall of a powerful Dark Wizard in this century. And that he would wear a scar on his forehead, shaped like a bolt of lightning for the rest of his life.
Excitedly, Ginny took in every word he had written.
By the time she was halfway through the essay, the sky outside had so much darkened, she could hardly recognize the words anymore. Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and dipped the pages into bright, bluish-white light for a few seconds. The dark growling of thunder followed closely after.
Ginny flinched once more. If she had to take this as an omen, going for Tom Riddle didn't seem to be the easiest choice she could have made either.
"Lumos," she whispered and finished reading the last pages in the dim glow of her wand.
It was almost completely dark by the time she was done with it.
She got up, put the book back onto its shelf and searched for a book about advanced Transfiguration.
She had to get hold of Hermione's Time-Turner, she decided. But it wouldn't make any sense to take it from her now, before she discovered how to transfigure it. A Time-Turner wasn't supposed to be used to travel across such a wide gap in time. She wasn't even sure if it would work out at all.
There was just one thing left to be done now.
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Back at her dorm, she dropped all her robes and other clothing onto her bed and started to remove her name and the Gryffindor-crest from each of them. Likewise, with all her books.
Every piece of clothes that showed the scarlet and gold colours, like her ties or shawls, she stuffed back into the wardrobe and packed all the rest of her belongings into her trunk.
By the time she was finally done with her preparations, it was already time to go down into the Great Hall for dinner. Her friends would probably be back by now.
She wasn't mistaken about that.
Their happy, excited chatting echoed along the corridors as the stream of students floated into the vast Entrance Hall. Their hair dishevelled and slightly wet from the rain outside; their faces flushed with excitement from adventures only a Hogsmeade weekend could bring.
She got some pitying side glances from her friends as they asked her how she had spent the day. And she noticed the concerned look Ron exchanged with Hermione that seemed to say 'Poor little Ginny, we need to drag her out of her shell.'
When she looked at Harry for the first time that evening, she noticed he watched the Ravenclaw table all the time and smiled at Cho, whenever she looked back at him. She seemed to do so a lot as the strangely distracted expression almost never left his face.
Ron and Hermione shot another worried glance at each other, when they saw Ginny looking at Cho.
But Ginny noticed, she cared extraordinarily little about the whole situation. She had her own plans for the evening. And she felt her heart flutter in excitement about them.
The dark-haired, handsome boy from the yearbook's picture appeared inside of her mind and a slight smile crept across her lips.
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In the evening, she brooded on her plan.
She and Hermione were sitting in a quiet corner of the crowded common room.
Hermione was reading some Arithmancy book. Ginny pretended to work on a Transfiguration essay, but wrote a short letter to Ron instead.
Afterwards, she looked up how to set a Time-Turner for crossing different wide gaps in time.
If she really wanted to meet a Tom Riddle, who wasn't already involved in the vicious web of the Dark Arts, she had to get out at some point in time - before the year the Chamber of Secrets had been opened the first time.
In 1992, her first year, it had been exactly 50 years ago.
Now she was three years older and in her fourth year. It was February 1996, what meant she had to go 53 years back to get out in February 1943. She was a little worried that Tom might have already turned towards the dark side, if she met him in the middle of his fifth year, but she mustn't get out far earlier as she didn't want him to be too young either.
She grinned. She was hardly interested in meeting him as a first year, was she?
How on earth was she supposed to manage this?
There were possibilities to transform a Time-Turner in such a way that it would transport the traveller one year ahead or back in time for each turn, depending on whether it was done clockwise or counter-clockwise.
And in one section, a successful journey of about two decades was mentioned. But it seemed to have been an exception.
This was going to be quite dangerous.
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In the darkness of her dormitory Ginny tossed and turned in bed, thinking feverishly about a solution. The storm still howled around the castle and was keeping her awake anyway.
When the moon appeared out of the thick, grey blanket of clouds around four o'clock in the morning and traced a band of pale-slivery light across her bed sheets, she suddenly knew.
It was no different from travelling by train, she told herself. If she couldn't get there directly, she had to change somewhere in between.
She sat bolt upright in her bed. That was the solution. She would simply go there in several small sections.
Excitedly, she planned every step that would be required in the morning.
At the break of dawn, she silently slipped out of bed and crept on tiptoes into Hermione's dormitory. It would all work out fine, she told herself over and over again. It just had to.
The pale morning light was just enough to let her recognize her surroundings as dark, formless shapes. So she wouldn't run into anything by accident.
She could recognize her friend's sleeping form on the bed and her open bag on a chair across the room. Some books were piled on the floor next to it and she carefully avoided knocking them over as she stole Hermione's Time-Turner out of her bag.
She could just hope she wouldn't miss it until the first lesson in the morning – and by then, Ginny smiled, she would already be gone.
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Back in her own dormitory once more, she silently slipped into her robes and pointed her wand at her trunk.
"Reductio," she muttered and the large, heavy trunk shrunk to the size of a matchbox.
Ginny slipped it into the pocket of her robe and stuffed her diary into her cloak.
She was ready now.
She placed the small, yellow envelope with her brother's name at her pillow and left the dormitory without looking back.
Down in the common room, which was completely deserted at this early hour, she picked the Time-Turner out of her bag and pointed her wand at it.
"Decem ani," she whispered. The spell would allow her to travel ten years through time at each turn.
The tiny hour-glass started to glow with pale-blue light and a fine ringing filled the air.
Determinedly, Ginny threw the long, fragile golden chain around her neck and turned the hour-glass two times counter-clockwise.
The first few seconds nothing happened and Ginny was just about to take it off in disappointment, when she was suddenly dragged backwards.
In a blur of colours and shapes she rushed back in time.
She spun around in quick, endless circles and the world disappeared from her view. Everything was reduced to a blurry haze of shapes and colours. Light switched with darkness and warmth became cold - then warmth again. It must be the seasons' passing and the permanent change of night and day.
It was terrifying.
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All of a sudden, the whirling movement stopped. With a hard bounce she hit the floor.
Quite unfocused, Ginny looked around. She was still in the common room, but the light had changed.
A dark-haired boy with round glasses stared at her in disbelief. He jumped out of his armchair by the fireplace and 'Quidditch Through The Ages', the book he had been reading, slammed to the floor.
"What- Lily? Who are you?!" he gasped.
Ginny's head was spinning in confusion. She was in 1976 now. This must be Harry's dad, James Potter.
"I'm sorry, " she stuttered helplessly and fumbled hurriedly with the hour-glass, "I didn't mean to – I'm sorry …" She was off again.
This time it was even worse.
She hadn't recovered from the first journey yet.
When she felt solid ground under her feet once more, she tripped and stumbled forward.
Gasping for breath, she lay on the cold stone plates of some dark corridor. The raw stone walls were lit only by a few flickering torches and the rare patches of light faded into the dark shadows in the many windings and forks. The large stone plates - polished by countless feet over the centuries – were constantly and restlessly shifting between light and darkness …
There was no one around.
And whenever this was, she didn't want to meet anyone.
This was probably a corridor somewhere around the Slytherin dungeons, she supposed.
But how many years had she gone back this time?
She had turned that hour-glass over in great hurry to escape James Potter's questions.
But had it been two decades or three, she had travelled? She wasn't sure. Probably two, she decided shivering. That meant, she had got out in 1956. At a time, when the Dark Lord had been at the height of his power.
Tom.
He was 29 by now. And the Slytherin dungeons were probably crowded with his followers. She shivered once again. No matter how exhausted she was, she couldn't stay here. Carefully, she turned the hour-glass one time counter-clockwise once more to travel back the last decade.
She had supposed this to be easier, cause it was only 10 years to go this time, but it wasn't. By the time the terrifying whirling stopped, she was too weak to get to her feet again. Tears blurred her vision and her whole body shook and trembled desperately. Barely conscious she crept towards the nearest closet and curled up between the boxes and broomsticks inside. She rested her head on the cool stone floor and closed her eyes. This was terrible. She hadn't imagined it to be this hard to travel through time.
She must be in 1946, one year after Dumbledore had defeated the Dark wizard Grindelwald.
Tom must be 19 right now. It was one year after he had graduated from Hogwarts. It would be probably safe, if she rested here for a few minutes.
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Up in the Gryffindor dormitory Hermione rummaged desperately through her bag. She couldn't find her Time-Turner. She was absolutely sure it had been in there when she had put the bag onto the chair the last evening.
She always made sure the Time-Turner wasn't lying around anywhere. Someone must have taken it out of her bag. She frowned at the idea of someone sneaking into her dorm in the dark of the night to steal her Time-Turner.
But who would –
An excited scream from next room let her drop all her belongings to the floor.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled frantically. "Hermione, Harry! Come here, quick!"
When they reached him, they gasped with shock. Pale as a ghost, Ron was sitting on the edge of his sister's bed. An opened envelope lay on the covers beside him and a letter was clenched in his fist.
"Ginny," he stammered and looked up at them, "she's gone…"
"What?!" they both gasped and with shaking hands, Ron passed the note to them.
It read:
Dear Ron,
There's something urgent I have to do. I might be away a couple of days. Maybe even longer. Please tell Mum, Dad, our sibs, Harry and Hermione, not to worry about me. I'm fine, really. All the time, I've been missing something and couldn't tell what it was. But now, I know.
Love Ginny
Hermione's eyes grew wide as she drew some quick conclusions. "Oh gods Ginny, what have you done?!" she groaned.
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Ginny woke at the sound of footsteps in front of her closet-hiding place. Several students hurried along the corridor outside. She could hear their voices.
"What are you going to wear for our Graduation ball, Minerva?" a strangely familiar, female voice asked.
"Oh," another well known, but oddly young voice answered, "I haven't the foggiest, Liana! Do you have dress robes already?"
"No," the other girl responded, "maybe we could look for something nice to wear, the next Hogsmeade weekend?"
"I'm sorry, Liana," her friend responded, "I most likely won't go to Hogsmeade the next time. I'm still busy with the research for my Graduation essay about animagi, you know?"
"Ahh," the squeaky voice of Professor Flitwick interrupted their discussion.
"It's the Misses McGonagall and Sprout. That's a lucky coincidence. Professor Dumbledore wants a word with you about your essay, Miss McGonagall. He's still in the Transfiguration classroom. If you're lucky, you might catch up with him on his way to the staff room."
"Oh, thank you, Professor Flitwick," the young McGonagall muttered.
"See you later Liana," she told her friend and hurried off.
Ginny shook her head in confusion. She was obviously in the year the Professors McGonagall and Sprout had graduated.
What a strange thought -
"Singulis anis," she muttered under her breath and the little hour-glass started to glow again. This time, it was a soft greenish light. There were only three final years to go. She would certainly manage this, wouldn't she?
Slowly, she turned the hour-glass three times counter-clockwise.
When her vision cleared again, she was lying in the middle of the Entrance Hall. A very huge boy of about 13 years bent over her. Wild black curls surrounded another oddly familiar face.
"Ar' ye' all righ', Miss?" he asked worriedly.
Ginny's eyes widened in disbelief. This was Hagrid. He couldn't be any older than 12 or 13 years old. She noticed in wonder, how very young his face looked.
She was in the year 1943 - finally.
"Miss?" Hagrid requested nervously and she smiled at him.
"Oh yes, don't worry, I'm fine. I just tripped over my own feet."
A boyish grin spread across his face. "Ah, I know tha'." He held out one huge hand to help her up. "I'm Rubeus Hagrid."
"Oh hi," she muttered confused and got to her feet with his help. "It's Ginny, thank you, Rubeus."
"I haven' seen ye' before," he remarked curiously.
"Oh no, I'm new here," she muttered hastily. "Can you tell me, where I can find the headmaster's office?"
His face darkened at that. "Yea," he sighed gravely, "I'm up there almos' ev'ry week. 'm always gettin' in some kin' o' trouble, ye' know?" he shrugged and grinned once more.
"Oh," Ginny grinned back at him, "that's bad."
As Hagrid already knew the password, they reached the headmaster's office only moments later.
Ginny waited in front of the dark wood door, while Hagrid was inside the office.
She looked out of the small window across the vast Hogwarts' grounds. Everything looked just the way she knew it. And yet, everything was so very different now.
She felt kind of nervous.
She had decided to tell headmaster Dippet something about a lost memory. But would he be satisfied with that explanation?
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When Ginny finally entered the headmaster's office, her palms felt all hot and sweaty from excitement.
She had been in the circular room before, in her own time, right after Harry had rescued her out of the Chamber of Secrets. But she hadn't paid much attention to her surroundings then. She had been restlessly scared and half blind with tears.
The headmaster was a friendly old man with very sparse, thin white hair. He led her over towards his desk and offered a seat to her.
"Excuse me, Miss," he asked pleasantly, "do I know you?"
"Emm, no, Headmaster, I don't think so," Ginny muttered nervously.
The old man's brows rose in surprise at that. "Well, would you kindly tell me, who you are then?"
She told him a touching story about a lost memory. And the old man's concern made her feel all bad for lying to him.
But what could she do? He would never ever allow her to stay, if she told him the truth. So she made up a story about her parents, sending her off to a boarding-school, the name of which she didn't remember. All she 'remembered' were her age and first name. Virginia. And of course, her magical inheritance.
"Oh, that is a really sad story, Miss Virginia," the old man told her kindly.
"Maybe, you should see our medical witch, Miss Morphine, before we discuss things any further."
"Oh no, sir," she told him hastily, "that won't be necessary. I'm perfectly fine. Really."
"Well, if you say so, Miss. But you need to be careful. Whatever made you lose your memory, it might have been some traumatic incident or even an accident, you know."
Ginny just nodded and he continued, "Well then, it is probably best if you carry on with your life as normally as possible. It would not be wise, to force the blocked memories to break free, I suppose. They will come back at the adequate time, I am sure about that."
He smiled again. "You say you are a witch?"
Ginny nodded once more.
And you are fourteen?"
"Yes sir, I'm almost fifteen."
"Hmm, it is probably best for you to take part in 4th year lessons then. I just need to test your magical education first. All right?"
She nodded nervously. "Of course, sir."
"I will inform the Ministry of Magic of your presence at this school, in case your parents are searching for you. But you should better not talk to other students about your memory loss. It might make them feel awkward to deal with you. And you will need a surname, of course. You may invent one, if you do not remember your real name at the moment."
Ginny nodded, feeling guilty once again.
But then, she reminded herself of why she had come here and an excited fluttering filled her stomach.
And suddenly, she knew the perfect surname.
She had loved it ever since Hermione had given her that muggle author's book as a birthday present. It was a romantic story of a young girl, who moved from America to England to live in Canterville Hall, where she befriended the restless ghost who haunted the castle. The story was named 'The Canterville Ghost' and an ancient prophecy at the library's fireplace had to be fulfilled by the girl, whose name was Virginia Otis.
"I would like to introduce myself as Virginia Otis," she told the headmaster.
"Well then, Miss Otis," he smiled, "would you please levitate that quill in front of you?"
Ginny smiled. That was a task she was good at. Carefully, she pointed her wand at the little object on the desk.
"Wingardium Levi-o-sa."
The fluffy white feather quill lifted itself up into the air.
Professor Dippet smiled at her. "Well done, Miss Otis. Now try to transform this little ink bottle into an octopus, please."
She did and the very next second, a bright-orange octopus wriggled on the desk between them. Its long tentacles were gripping parchment, quills and everything else in their reach. One of them whipped the headmaster's glasses off of his nose. Ginny raised her wand and transfigured the octopus back, before it could cause a real mess, or would miss the water too much. After that, she picked up the broken glasses from the floor.
"Reparo," she muttered and passed the intact glasses back to their owner.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she grinned.
Headmaster Dippet looked at her with approval.
"That was brilliant, Miss Otis, " he smiled. "Very good indeed. I suppose we can say, you are more than well educated. So it leaves just the question, of what house you should join. But luckily we have an expert on that matter with us."
He got up from his seat, walked over towards a high bookshelf and picked the old Sorting Hat up.
"This is the one who will know best where to send you, Miss Otis," he smiled. "Please sit down on that three legged chair over there and put the Sorting Hat on."
With wobbly knees, Ginny rose from her chair and followed his order.
When she put the hat onto her head, it didn't slip across her eyes as it had done the first time, but stayed on the crown of her curls.
Nervously, she pinched her eyes shut and waited.
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"Himm," a tiny voice inside of her head appeared. She kind of remembered it from her real sorting.
"Another Weasley – a little old for being sorted, aren't we, Missy? Well, it's no big deal. Gryffindor will be the right house for you – there's no doubt about that."
"No please," Ginny thought frantically, "not Gryffindor, please. I mustn't be there."
"Not Gryffindor?" the hat's voice sounded startled.
"Why not? It's really the best choice for you, you know? But if you're sure – let me see… I don't think you're a match for Hufflepuff – too much temper. A real Weasley, are we? Mmm, maybe Ravenclaw – You're certainly smart enough … "
Ginny's head was working frantically. "Put me in Slytherin," she asked urgently.
"Slytherin?!" the old hat sounded surprised, almost shocked.
"Yes please." Ginny thought.
"I don't think that's the right choice for you, my dear -," the hat hesitated.
"But I need to be in there," Ginny thought desperately.
"I want to be in Slytherin, oh please."
"Calm down, Missy," the hat chuckled. " Well, if you insist on it. There's definitely something strange about you – and that tale you told Headmaster Dippet, was very Slytherin of you after all … We both know, there wasn't much true about it … All right then, you asked for it …so.."
"SLYTHERIN!" it yelled out aloud.
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Ginny opened her eyes with relief.
Headmaster Dippet watched her with a trace of interest. He certainly hadn't expected this.
"Well then, Miss Otis," he smiled, "after that question has been cleared, I assume it will be best to send you down to your common room. You need to settle in."
He turned towards the fireplace and threw in a small amount of a pale-pink powder inside.
"Albus," he called and Ginny gasped as the head of a very much younger Professor Dumbledore appeared in the flames. His hair and beard were as long as ever, but were of bright auburn colour now, instead of the silvery-white she knew.
"Ah," Dipped smiled, "Albus, there you are, that is fine. Would you please send the Slytherin Prefect out of your lesson? He is to report to my office. We have a new student here, who needs to be led to her common room. Miss Virginia Otis."
"Certainly, Headmaster," Dumbledore smiled and Ginny noticed the familiar twinkling in his bright-blue eyes.
"Welcome at Hogwarts, Miss Otis," he told her.
"T-Thank you, Professor Dumbledore," she muttered and cursed herself for it the very next second. She wasn't supposed to know his surname, was she?
Both men seemed to be surprised, but didn't ask her about the matter right then.
Dumbledore's head disappeared with the promise to send the Slytherin Prefect. Ginny relaxed once more and leaned back in her chair to wait for his arrival.
Only a few minutes later, a knock on the door caused her to tense again.
"Come in," Dippet called kindly.
Nervously, Ginny turned her head. The dark wooden door creaked open and Tom Riddle entered the room.
A/N: I'm really happy about the nice reviews I got for the first chapter. I was actually a little worried, I might be flamed for the mere idea of a fic like this. I never came across a story about the pairing Ginny/Tom Riddle before, but I'm glad, there are other readers and authors, who like to read and write about them.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, too. Its title refers to RAIDO, the rune of journey. It resembles the letter R, I printed between the single sections, but has a sharp-angled form instead of its bow. I didn't find a better suitable sign.
A big THANK YOU to SilentG for doing the beta-reading.
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