A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Here's part two!
Chapter 2: Her Present
A hand caressed her hair and hot breath tickled her neck. The girl didn't know how he did it, the magic it must have taken to draw her into his world, his Hogwarts, but she was worried, frightened. She was uncomfortable with the physical sensations he was trying to evoke in her and terrified of the things she had a feeling he was making her do. But worst of all was the things he was telling her, so confidently. "Tom stop." Ginny sobbed and moved out of his reach.
"Ginny, if you have done what you think you have, you can't possibly imagine that they won't all turn their backs on you. Your brothers, your classmates…and what would Harry Potter want with a girl who is clearly a Dark witch?
"I'm not." She cried out in distress.
"Ginny, only a dark witch or wizard could do the things you've done. But I understand Ginny; I know it isn't really your fault. And I love you anyway. I can love you in ways Harry won't ever understand. And I can help you."
She raised her frightened hazel eyes to his. "How Tom?"
He smiled a tender smile that gave her the creeps and touched her cheek gently. "We'll get Harry out of the way, and then he can't hurt you."
"Ginny don't listen to him!" Harry yelled from behind. She whirled around to face him. He seemed so eager and he held out a hand to her.
She wanted to move toward him but two arms wrapped around her waist and trapped her from behind. "What will he do when he finds out you opened the chamber Ginny?" Tom hissed in her ear. "Kill him."
"No. no. no. no. no. no. no. no." She repeated it over and over again, but her hand raised of its own accord and pointed the wand at Harry. "NO!" She screamed one final time.
Ginny screamed as she sat up in her bed and woke every one of her suite mates. One girl threw back the curtains, took one look at Ginny's pale face and shaking figure and ordered one of the other girls to go get help. Ginny heard the girls talking, but she seemed to be separated from it, locked in her terror. The girl who had gone for help returned with Percy.
Percy did everything short of slapping her, but Ginny was unresponsive and he wasn't much of the comforting type. He instructed the other girls to stay with her and left briskly. Percy returned moments later with McGonagall in tow.
Ginny didn't care, but the other girls were skeptical. They knew the transfiguration professor from class, and she had never really struck any of them as the mothering type. But they were wrong. Minerva took one look at the youngest Weasley's face and climbed onto the bed with her. She took the girl into her arms and rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair and whispering broken lullabies in a shaking voice. Slowly Ginny fell back to sleep. Minerva tucked her in and placed a kiss on her brow. "I am so sorry Ginny." She whispered.
She turned in the doorway and faced the other three girls. "You may come get me if she has another nightmare." Then she touched Percy's shoulder and slipped out the door.
