Riddling Weasley
Chapter One
I am rewriting this, to make it better. I got a helpful review, which stated that it was annoying to re-read the conversations. I am in the process of re-writing chapter two. Then I will write chapter three!
Please review.(All are highly appreciated!)
Riddling Weasley
Chapter One
They say there's a little good in everyone. They say that there isn't such a thing as pure evil. Ginny Weasley doesn't believe them. For there was a boy that once was called Tom Marvelo Riddle. Yes, he was charming, sweet like an angel, but that was a mask. He wore many masks that very few could see through.One that Ginny saw through when it was too late. Fifteen-year-old Ginny saw through masks now. She knew when there was something she didn't want to know behind it. She didn't trust that easily, not any longer. People say she needed to forget the past, to move on, but she couldn't. Neither could Ginny's family. Tom had been her best friend. She told him everything. She trusted him. Ginny loved him. She was foolish. And she knew it.
Ginny Weasley spent most of her time wondering the halls after hours. And that's what Ginny was doing now. Wondering the halls. She no longer cared about getting into trouble. She wasn't the scared eleven years old who obeyed her parents all the time. She wasn't a rebel, but she just didn't care. Her parents had kept her under their shadow for too long. She wasn't a little girl who needed protection any longer. She could take care of herself. And she would prove that.
Little did Ginny know, Tom Riddle was wondering the halls also. Of course, he was Prefect, so he wasn't breaking a rule. (Harry Potter, Ginny's old crush, would say that rules were created so that they would be broken. Or, simply, 'rules are meant to be broken.) Well, Tom was wondering the halls, thinking about how much he despised his father. He spotted a girl, he could only see her long, thick red hair. She was out past hours. Maybe, that could start a conversation with her.
"Excuse me, miss," a familiar voice said," You're not supposed to be out of your commons room after hours." She recognized that voice. It was that of Tom Riddle's. Was he...back, for her? To kill her? Or use her as bait..Again? She turned around to make sure she wasn't being pranked. And she wasn't. Tom Riddle was right in front of her, at the age of sixteen. Real. Alive, not a memory preserved in a diary. She was scared. For the first time in awhile. A long while. She wanted to be shadowed.
Tom noticed the girl looked frightened, once he saw her face when she turned around. She looked like she thought that he would kill her. Then, Tom noticed that she was a Gryffindor. He loathed Gryffindors. Even this one, though she was enchanting in her looks. At least, to him.
"W-w-what a-are y-y-ou doing h-here?" she asked quietly, trying not to sound scared. It didn't work. Tom could feel her fear, almost like he was empathic, though he wasn't.
"I'm a prefect, and I should be asking you that." *What is wrong with her?! Well, she's bloody stupid for being afraid of someone she doesn't know. But, then, perhaps she has heard of me?* Tom thought.
"H-how...I have to-" Ginny turned to run, but was stopped by Tom. He had a firm grasp on her wrist, which wasn't very comfortable. When he saw Ginny wince, he felt guilty. But then Tom remembered something. He can't feel guilty over some Gryffindor girl.
"I think you need to go to the hospital wing," Tom said,"You look ill."
"N-no, I n-need to talk to the Head Master," Ginny said,"What...what year is it?" She was growing calm. She didn't know why. It was just happening. She felt like she had when she wrote to Tom. Ginny didn't want to feel that way. At least, not for Tom.
Tom looked at her like she was insane. *What kind of bloody idiot wouldn't know the year?!* he asked himself, amused and irritated.
He replied, probably thinking she was stupid,"Gryffindors." He muttered below his breath. Ginny caught it, though he didn't notice the look of annoyance she had given him. "1943. I think you really should go to the hospital wing." *Well, she is a Gryffindor, and stupidity is in their nature...maybe she's not ill.* Tom thought.
She shook her head and whispered,"I'm fine . . . "
"Well, then, you must've forgotten the year, ay?" Tom replied,"Of course, you are a Gryffindor girl, so I should have expected something so...stupid." Ginny glared at him, making Tom smirk. *Gods, he is so much like Malfoy.* Ginny thought.
"No...I...I am a transfer student. This was my...brothers'...when he went here. I-I haven't been s-sorted yet." Tom smirked. "What are you smirking at?" Ginny knew why she felt calm. She just realized it. It was 1943, not 1992. Tom didn't know her. He didn't know that she knew about the Chamber of Secrets. She felt more relaxed. Tom released her wrist. She rubbed it.
When Tom released the girl's wrist, he saw that her pale skin was turning pink. He felt sorry for her. She seemed nervous, then calm at some times. Girls and their mood swings.
"Are you scared at me?" Tom liked it when people were scared of him, he found it rather amusing. Of course, sometimes he disliked it when they were. He hoped she was nervous, because of him. Maybe, she found him attractive? Of course, what girl wouldn't. He was Tom Riddle.
"No," Ginny replied," I-I am just nervous. About getting sorted. I was on my way to the Headmaster's office." Tom nodded, watching Ginny like she was a movie. She felt uncomfortable, but at the same time, happy. She didn't know why she felt this way, around the person who was the future Dark Lord.
"Do you know where it is?" Ginny was about to say yes, but if she were a transfer student, she wouldn't know.
"No," she said," I don't." *Why must he be so attractive?* Ginny asked herself. *Ginny, no! The future Dark Lord is not attractive. You like Harry. Remember that. Not Tom, not the person who would ruin Harry's life. Kill his parents. Riddle isn't eye candy. Not at all. I do not fancy him.*
"Come on, I'll lead you to it," Tom said, a smile crossing his face," I'm Tom, by the way, Tom Riddle." Tom was very proud, but not of his name, but by who he was. He was a powerful wizard, with a great future, hopefully. He already knew what he wanted to become. Ruler of all the land in Britain. Or, a feared Dark Wizard.
"Virginia. Ginny Granger," Ginny said, as they shook hands. *I really can't believe I'm shaking hands with the Dark Lord.* Ginny thought.*The future Dark Lord.*
*Virginia, Ginny Granger, is quite the enchanting little witch. I can't believe she's shaking my hand. But who wouldn't want to? All the witches find me very attractive.* Tom thought.
Tom and Ginny started walking. "So," Tom said,"What house do you think you shall be in?" Ginny thought for a moment. She didn't know. So much had happened in her past, she thought she would be in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. After Tom controlled her, she didn't feel like she belonged in Gryffindor. She felt like he was still controlling her at times.
Tom waited for an answer. Ginny appeared to be thinking. He just hoped she was in either Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. But Hufflepuff would be all right, it's better then Gryffindor.
"I really don't know," Ginny said," Probably Ravenclaw. Or Slytherin." *After being possessed by you. I don't want to be in either house, I'd rather be in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. But...I would like to see where I belong after what has happened to me. Really, after opening the Chamber of Secrets, though not under my control, I'd think that would go against you. Or for you, in Slytherin's case.* Ginny thought.
"As long as it isn't Gryffindor. They are conceited. Hufflepuff is filled with non talented, stupid witches and wizards. Ravenclaw is good, but Slytherin is the best. I'm in Slytherin," Tom said,"Well, what year are you in, Ginny?" She felt like she was that first year again. But she wasn't. She was a fifth year. But being around Tom Riddle, Voldemort, again, made her feel like a helpless little girl. She felt like she needed protection. Though only a while ago she didn't think so.
Tom Riddle was very proud to say that he was in Slytherin. He was also proud to say that he was the only heir of Slytherin, though he dare not say it to anyone. Perhaps, this girl, if she be in Slytherin, would become a great help to him, he would let her in on the...fun.
"Fifth," she replied,"And you?" She didn't know why she asked that. She already knew. He was a sixth year.
"Sixth." They were both quiet, until they reached the entry way. Ginny wasn't sure she liked talking to He-Who-Mustn't-Be-Named. Voldemort. Tom Marvelo Riddle. She really needed to get over that fear of saying, or even thinking, that name. Voldemort."Alohomara." The stairs appeared. Ginny stepped on one, after Tom told her he would wait for her here.
"Who's this?" An old professor said. She recognized him as Professor Dippit. "Miss, I don't recognize you."
"I-I'm Ginny W-Weasley. I'm from the year 1997, and I haven't an idea how I got here," Ginny said. The professor just nodded.
"Yes, yes. I believe you, for this was in a prophesy. I cannot tell you what it said," Dippit replied," I am Professor Dippit. I suggest you change your last name." He reminded her of Professor Dumbledore, though not as wise in her opinion. Dumbledore, after all, is the only one in this time who saw Tom for what he was. A murderer, a villain.
"I've told Tom I was Ginny Granger," Ginny said,"Sir." He nodded. Dippit was all right, in Ginny's opinion. He wasn't evil, or cruel. He was quite nice. But, she still like Dumbledore much more.
"Okay," Dippit replied,"What year are you in?"
"Fifth," Ginny replied. He nodded.
"I see you are a Gryffindor? Do you wish to be resorted?" Ginny just nodded. She was curious to were the hat would put her. "Very well then. Sit." Ginny obeyed. He put the ratty old sorting hat on her head. *Well, well, well. A Weasley from the future. Now where should I put you?* The hat said *Not Gryffindor...you belong there. But I will not put you there, for the prophesy must come true. Hmm....this is very difficult. You've got a brilliant mind. You wouldn't do well in Hufflepuff, no. You would do well in Ravenclaw, and great in Slytherin. So it'll be...*
"SLYTHERIN!" *I knew it* Ginny thought, rolling her eyes. The hat had told her she belonged in Gryffindor, still. Even though her past had included opening the Chamber of Secrets, though it really wasn't her. She did however, think that this may be a good thing,
"Yes, yes. Your things are in the dormitory already. The headmaster of your time must've known you came here," Dippit said,"Any who, what are your electives?"
"Care of Magical Creatures and Divination," Ginny replied. The headmaster nodded, and handed her a schedule. "Thank you, sir." Before she turned to leave, a question popped into her head. "Professor Dippit...when, and how, shall I be going back to my own time?"
"After the prophesy is completed. It was made, after his time. That is all I can tell you, for if I did tell you more it may make the prophesy...more difficult to complete. And I doubt you want to stay in this time long. Am I correct?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you," Ginny said, confused. *What does he know?* she asked herself. She looked at him, in wonderment.
"Good luck, Miss Granger," he replied sincerely. Ginny left his office, knowing Professor Depot thought she was odd. She saw Tom, waiting for her. Just like he said.
"What house did you get? You're a stupid Gryffindor, right?" Ginny shook her head. She was going to make him guess. Have a little fun like he had with her. Even though he had been cruel. Good thing her luggage was packed with things from Fred and George's joke shop. This was going to be interesting. Very interesting. "Your not the Hufflepuff type. Ravenclaw?" She shook her head. "Then your with me?" Ginny nodded. "I'll show you to the Commons room. Come on. And congratulations."
"Thank you," she replied,"What's the password?"
"Avena," he said. Ginny nodded as she followed Tom to the Slytherin commons room. *How ironic, Avena. A part of a spell he will use very often. Out of pure evil and insanity. This is going to be interesting. Very interesting.* Ginny thought.Something she never thought she would do. Something she was doing.
TPOV
Tom Riddle waited for the girl he had just met. The so called "transfer student." For some reason, he felt like he knew her. And he felt like she wasn't telling him something. Ginny Granger, if that was even her name, acted like she knew him. She was very suspicious. That wasn't a good thing. And yet, he still waited for her. She was quite pretty, and he could pretend to be her friend, just to figure out what was going on. Maybe Tom could find some use out of her.
He wondered what house she would be in. Probably Gryffindor, maybe Ravenclaw. He doubted Slytherin or Hufflepuff. She didn't seem the Hufflepuff type, nor the Slytherin. But you never know, for the Sorting Hat is very odd. Very odd indeed. It had put Tom, who was raised by Muggles, into Slytherin. But he wasn't complaining. He liked being in Slytherin. Much better then Gryffindor.
Ginny came out, somewhat cheerful, somewhat confused looking. She probably got into Gryffindor. "What house did you get? You're a stupid Gryffindor, right?" Ginny shook her head. *Oh heavens, she's playing a guessing game with me.*Tom thought. "Your not the Hufflepuff type. Ravenclaw?" She shook her head. "Then your with me?" Ginny nodded. "I'll show you to the Commons room. Come on. And congratulations." *Surprising, she's a Slytherin. She really doesn't seem the type. Maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake? Then again, it is wise.*Tom thought.
"Thank you," she replied,"What's the password?"
"Avena," he said. Ginny nodded, following him as he led the way to the Slytherin Common Rooms. He never thought he'd lead her to the Slytherin Common Room. But it was happening. And personally, he thought she could become a great help. After all, there hasn't been a witch or wizard who wasn't turned evil (or evil to begin with it) who was sorted in Slytherin.
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Chapter One
I am rewriting this, to make it better. I got a helpful review, which stated that it was annoying to re-read the conversations. I am in the process of re-writing chapter two. Then I will write chapter three!
Please review.(All are highly appreciated!)
Riddling Weasley
Chapter One
They say there's a little good in everyone. They say that there isn't such a thing as pure evil. Ginny Weasley doesn't believe them. For there was a boy that once was called Tom Marvelo Riddle. Yes, he was charming, sweet like an angel, but that was a mask. He wore many masks that very few could see through.One that Ginny saw through when it was too late. Fifteen-year-old Ginny saw through masks now. She knew when there was something she didn't want to know behind it. She didn't trust that easily, not any longer. People say she needed to forget the past, to move on, but she couldn't. Neither could Ginny's family. Tom had been her best friend. She told him everything. She trusted him. Ginny loved him. She was foolish. And she knew it.
Ginny Weasley spent most of her time wondering the halls after hours. And that's what Ginny was doing now. Wondering the halls. She no longer cared about getting into trouble. She wasn't the scared eleven years old who obeyed her parents all the time. She wasn't a rebel, but she just didn't care. Her parents had kept her under their shadow for too long. She wasn't a little girl who needed protection any longer. She could take care of herself. And she would prove that.
Little did Ginny know, Tom Riddle was wondering the halls also. Of course, he was Prefect, so he wasn't breaking a rule. (Harry Potter, Ginny's old crush, would say that rules were created so that they would be broken. Or, simply, 'rules are meant to be broken.) Well, Tom was wondering the halls, thinking about how much he despised his father. He spotted a girl, he could only see her long, thick red hair. She was out past hours. Maybe, that could start a conversation with her.
"Excuse me, miss," a familiar voice said," You're not supposed to be out of your commons room after hours." She recognized that voice. It was that of Tom Riddle's. Was he...back, for her? To kill her? Or use her as bait..Again? She turned around to make sure she wasn't being pranked. And she wasn't. Tom Riddle was right in front of her, at the age of sixteen. Real. Alive, not a memory preserved in a diary. She was scared. For the first time in awhile. A long while. She wanted to be shadowed.
Tom noticed the girl looked frightened, once he saw her face when she turned around. She looked like she thought that he would kill her. Then, Tom noticed that she was a Gryffindor. He loathed Gryffindors. Even this one, though she was enchanting in her looks. At least, to him.
"W-w-what a-are y-y-ou doing h-here?" she asked quietly, trying not to sound scared. It didn't work. Tom could feel her fear, almost like he was empathic, though he wasn't.
"I'm a prefect, and I should be asking you that." *What is wrong with her?! Well, she's bloody stupid for being afraid of someone she doesn't know. But, then, perhaps she has heard of me?* Tom thought.
"H-how...I have to-" Ginny turned to run, but was stopped by Tom. He had a firm grasp on her wrist, which wasn't very comfortable. When he saw Ginny wince, he felt guilty. But then Tom remembered something. He can't feel guilty over some Gryffindor girl.
"I think you need to go to the hospital wing," Tom said,"You look ill."
"N-no, I n-need to talk to the Head Master," Ginny said,"What...what year is it?" She was growing calm. She didn't know why. It was just happening. She felt like she had when she wrote to Tom. Ginny didn't want to feel that way. At least, not for Tom.
Tom looked at her like she was insane. *What kind of bloody idiot wouldn't know the year?!* he asked himself, amused and irritated.
He replied, probably thinking she was stupid,"Gryffindors." He muttered below his breath. Ginny caught it, though he didn't notice the look of annoyance she had given him. "1943. I think you really should go to the hospital wing." *Well, she is a Gryffindor, and stupidity is in their nature...maybe she's not ill.* Tom thought.
She shook her head and whispered,"I'm fine . . . "
"Well, then, you must've forgotten the year, ay?" Tom replied,"Of course, you are a Gryffindor girl, so I should have expected something so...stupid." Ginny glared at him, making Tom smirk. *Gods, he is so much like Malfoy.* Ginny thought.
"No...I...I am a transfer student. This was my...brothers'...when he went here. I-I haven't been s-sorted yet." Tom smirked. "What are you smirking at?" Ginny knew why she felt calm. She just realized it. It was 1943, not 1992. Tom didn't know her. He didn't know that she knew about the Chamber of Secrets. She felt more relaxed. Tom released her wrist. She rubbed it.
When Tom released the girl's wrist, he saw that her pale skin was turning pink. He felt sorry for her. She seemed nervous, then calm at some times. Girls and their mood swings.
"Are you scared at me?" Tom liked it when people were scared of him, he found it rather amusing. Of course, sometimes he disliked it when they were. He hoped she was nervous, because of him. Maybe, she found him attractive? Of course, what girl wouldn't. He was Tom Riddle.
"No," Ginny replied," I-I am just nervous. About getting sorted. I was on my way to the Headmaster's office." Tom nodded, watching Ginny like she was a movie. She felt uncomfortable, but at the same time, happy. She didn't know why she felt this way, around the person who was the future Dark Lord.
"Do you know where it is?" Ginny was about to say yes, but if she were a transfer student, she wouldn't know.
"No," she said," I don't." *Why must he be so attractive?* Ginny asked herself. *Ginny, no! The future Dark Lord is not attractive. You like Harry. Remember that. Not Tom, not the person who would ruin Harry's life. Kill his parents. Riddle isn't eye candy. Not at all. I do not fancy him.*
"Come on, I'll lead you to it," Tom said, a smile crossing his face," I'm Tom, by the way, Tom Riddle." Tom was very proud, but not of his name, but by who he was. He was a powerful wizard, with a great future, hopefully. He already knew what he wanted to become. Ruler of all the land in Britain. Or, a feared Dark Wizard.
"Virginia. Ginny Granger," Ginny said, as they shook hands. *I really can't believe I'm shaking hands with the Dark Lord.* Ginny thought.*The future Dark Lord.*
*Virginia, Ginny Granger, is quite the enchanting little witch. I can't believe she's shaking my hand. But who wouldn't want to? All the witches find me very attractive.* Tom thought.
Tom and Ginny started walking. "So," Tom said,"What house do you think you shall be in?" Ginny thought for a moment. She didn't know. So much had happened in her past, she thought she would be in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. After Tom controlled her, she didn't feel like she belonged in Gryffindor. She felt like he was still controlling her at times.
Tom waited for an answer. Ginny appeared to be thinking. He just hoped she was in either Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. But Hufflepuff would be all right, it's better then Gryffindor.
"I really don't know," Ginny said," Probably Ravenclaw. Or Slytherin." *After being possessed by you. I don't want to be in either house, I'd rather be in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. But...I would like to see where I belong after what has happened to me. Really, after opening the Chamber of Secrets, though not under my control, I'd think that would go against you. Or for you, in Slytherin's case.* Ginny thought.
"As long as it isn't Gryffindor. They are conceited. Hufflepuff is filled with non talented, stupid witches and wizards. Ravenclaw is good, but Slytherin is the best. I'm in Slytherin," Tom said,"Well, what year are you in, Ginny?" She felt like she was that first year again. But she wasn't. She was a fifth year. But being around Tom Riddle, Voldemort, again, made her feel like a helpless little girl. She felt like she needed protection. Though only a while ago she didn't think so.
Tom Riddle was very proud to say that he was in Slytherin. He was also proud to say that he was the only heir of Slytherin, though he dare not say it to anyone. Perhaps, this girl, if she be in Slytherin, would become a great help to him, he would let her in on the...fun.
"Fifth," she replied,"And you?" She didn't know why she asked that. She already knew. He was a sixth year.
"Sixth." They were both quiet, until they reached the entry way. Ginny wasn't sure she liked talking to He-Who-Mustn't-Be-Named. Voldemort. Tom Marvelo Riddle. She really needed to get over that fear of saying, or even thinking, that name. Voldemort."Alohomara." The stairs appeared. Ginny stepped on one, after Tom told her he would wait for her here.
"Who's this?" An old professor said. She recognized him as Professor Dippit. "Miss, I don't recognize you."
"I-I'm Ginny W-Weasley. I'm from the year 1997, and I haven't an idea how I got here," Ginny said. The professor just nodded.
"Yes, yes. I believe you, for this was in a prophesy. I cannot tell you what it said," Dippit replied," I am Professor Dippit. I suggest you change your last name." He reminded her of Professor Dumbledore, though not as wise in her opinion. Dumbledore, after all, is the only one in this time who saw Tom for what he was. A murderer, a villain.
"I've told Tom I was Ginny Granger," Ginny said,"Sir." He nodded. Dippit was all right, in Ginny's opinion. He wasn't evil, or cruel. He was quite nice. But, she still like Dumbledore much more.
"Okay," Dippit replied,"What year are you in?"
"Fifth," Ginny replied. He nodded.
"I see you are a Gryffindor? Do you wish to be resorted?" Ginny just nodded. She was curious to were the hat would put her. "Very well then. Sit." Ginny obeyed. He put the ratty old sorting hat on her head. *Well, well, well. A Weasley from the future. Now where should I put you?* The hat said *Not Gryffindor...you belong there. But I will not put you there, for the prophesy must come true. Hmm....this is very difficult. You've got a brilliant mind. You wouldn't do well in Hufflepuff, no. You would do well in Ravenclaw, and great in Slytherin. So it'll be...*
"SLYTHERIN!" *I knew it* Ginny thought, rolling her eyes. The hat had told her she belonged in Gryffindor, still. Even though her past had included opening the Chamber of Secrets, though it really wasn't her. She did however, think that this may be a good thing,
"Yes, yes. Your things are in the dormitory already. The headmaster of your time must've known you came here," Dippit said,"Any who, what are your electives?"
"Care of Magical Creatures and Divination," Ginny replied. The headmaster nodded, and handed her a schedule. "Thank you, sir." Before she turned to leave, a question popped into her head. "Professor Dippit...when, and how, shall I be going back to my own time?"
"After the prophesy is completed. It was made, after his time. That is all I can tell you, for if I did tell you more it may make the prophesy...more difficult to complete. And I doubt you want to stay in this time long. Am I correct?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you," Ginny said, confused. *What does he know?* she asked herself. She looked at him, in wonderment.
"Good luck, Miss Granger," he replied sincerely. Ginny left his office, knowing Professor Depot thought she was odd. She saw Tom, waiting for her. Just like he said.
"What house did you get? You're a stupid Gryffindor, right?" Ginny shook her head. She was going to make him guess. Have a little fun like he had with her. Even though he had been cruel. Good thing her luggage was packed with things from Fred and George's joke shop. This was going to be interesting. Very interesting. "Your not the Hufflepuff type. Ravenclaw?" She shook her head. "Then your with me?" Ginny nodded. "I'll show you to the Commons room. Come on. And congratulations."
"Thank you," she replied,"What's the password?"
"Avena," he said. Ginny nodded as she followed Tom to the Slytherin commons room. *How ironic, Avena. A part of a spell he will use very often. Out of pure evil and insanity. This is going to be interesting. Very interesting.* Ginny thought.Something she never thought she would do. Something she was doing.
TPOV
Tom Riddle waited for the girl he had just met. The so called "transfer student." For some reason, he felt like he knew her. And he felt like she wasn't telling him something. Ginny Granger, if that was even her name, acted like she knew him. She was very suspicious. That wasn't a good thing. And yet, he still waited for her. She was quite pretty, and he could pretend to be her friend, just to figure out what was going on. Maybe Tom could find some use out of her.
He wondered what house she would be in. Probably Gryffindor, maybe Ravenclaw. He doubted Slytherin or Hufflepuff. She didn't seem the Hufflepuff type, nor the Slytherin. But you never know, for the Sorting Hat is very odd. Very odd indeed. It had put Tom, who was raised by Muggles, into Slytherin. But he wasn't complaining. He liked being in Slytherin. Much better then Gryffindor.
Ginny came out, somewhat cheerful, somewhat confused looking. She probably got into Gryffindor. "What house did you get? You're a stupid Gryffindor, right?" Ginny shook her head. *Oh heavens, she's playing a guessing game with me.*Tom thought. "Your not the Hufflepuff type. Ravenclaw?" She shook her head. "Then your with me?" Ginny nodded. "I'll show you to the Commons room. Come on. And congratulations." *Surprising, she's a Slytherin. She really doesn't seem the type. Maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake? Then again, it is wise.*Tom thought.
"Thank you," she replied,"What's the password?"
"Avena," he said. Ginny nodded, following him as he led the way to the Slytherin Common Rooms. He never thought he'd lead her to the Slytherin Common Room. But it was happening. And personally, he thought she could become a great help. After all, there hasn't been a witch or wizard who wasn't turned evil (or evil to begin with it) who was sorted in Slytherin.
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