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I was in the library reading up on Slytherin house, and what qualifies someone to be in it. There was a group of Hufflepuffs in the Library discussing Harry. I slid down behind a stack of books and listened. I have a habbit of finding out information by hiding behind books or chairs...
"Remember what was written on the wall? Enemies of the Heir, Beware. Potter had some sort of run in with Filch, and then Filch's cat was attacked. Creevey, the first year, was irritating Potter by taking pictures on the Quidditch field. Creevey's been attacked next thing we know."
I thought about that for a minute. That was true, but Harry always had some sort of alibi for where he was. I didn't though. I realized that I didn't know where I had been those nights. I couldn't remember! I picked up my book and left.
Tom, there was a double attack this time! Justin and Nearly Headless Nick were both petrified. I was in the library but I don't remember where I was after that! I can't think of what happened after I left it! This is terrible! I think I'm going mad! I think I'm the one attacking people! Oh tom!
how could such a darling girl do such a horrendous thing? no, its not possible...
I don't trust Tom anymore. There's something wrong with this diary. I don't know what, but I got rid of it by throwing it into a toilet in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Hopefully no one will find it.
Fred and George find this all very funny, and Percy thinks it's a terrible thing. I don't know what to think, my thoughts are all muddled.
"Move aside everyone for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through!" Fred and George said, marching ahead of Harry one day.
"It is not a laughing matter," Percy said disapprovingly.
"Oh, get out of the way, Percy," Fred said impatiently. "Harry's in a hurry."
"Yes, he's off to the Chamber of Secrets to have a cup of tea with his fanged servant," said George, laughing.
"Oh don't!" I cried. "It's not funny!"
"Harry, who are you planning to attack next?" asked Fred interested.
I didn't stay to hear more... this was going too far.
I ended up staying at Hogwarts for the Christmas vacation. I received a sweater from Mum, and some other small things, a book from Percy about head girls and their future roles in the Wizarding World, a bag of dung bombs from Fred and George, and a container of cookies from an anonymous person. Hermione gave me a quill, and Harry presented me with dark blue ink. My favorite color is dark blue now.
Poor Hermione, over Christmas break she got sick, and I often went to visit her, although she wouldn't let me see her. I stood outside the curtains and talked to her. She obviously didn't want a break from work though. I was talking to her one afternoon, after classes had begun again, she actually let me see her now, and the curtains were gone too. Ron and Harry came over with her homework. This she accepted cheerfully, and forced them to explain the lesson to her, at which point I left the room.
I think I was right about my diary. Nothing dreadful has happened ever since I threw the diary in the toilet in Myrtle's bathroom. There weren't any attacks. Everything was going right, and I felt my mind was clear until one day. February 14, to be exact. On February 14, I walked into the Great Hall and stopped in shock. Large, vividly pink flowers covered the walls, and heart-shaped confetti was falling from the ceiling. I sat down and stared at the teachers' table. Amid all the black of the teacher's robes, Lockhart stood out in shocking pink robes. He was smiling, but all the other teachers had faces that looked as if they had been carved out of stone.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" He shouted. "Thanks to the forty-six people who sent me cards! The surprise doesn't end here either!"
Lockhart clapped his hands and a dozen irritable-looking dwarfs stomped in. They were wearing golden wings, and carrying harps.
"My Card-carrying cupids will be roaming the school handing out valentines the entire day! I don't know any wizard that can do Entrancing Enchantments better than your Professor Flitwick. Why don't you ask Professor Snape to show you how to stew a love potion! I'm sure they'll be glad to!"
Flitwick buried his face in his hands, and Snape shot looks of venom around, just daring anyone to ask him to stew a love potion.
"I bet Hermione was one of the forty-six," I whispered to Seamus across the table.
"I bet she sent all forty-six!" Seamus said sniggering.
I kept bumping into the dwarfs all day long. They would often barge into classes during the day, and after the seventh interruption in Potions, Professor Snape looked as if he would throw the next one into the nearest cauldron. The thirteenth dwarf came into potions, and Professor Snape had had enough. He stopped in front of my cauldron, closed his eyes, and breathed out slowly. He then opened his eyes, walked quickly to the door and sealed it. He sat down in a chair and stayed there for the next five minutes.
The Gryffindor first years were heading to Transfiguration, and the Second years for Charms, when a dwarf caught up with Harry.
"Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!"
Harry looked around, saw everyone watching, and ran for it. There was such a crowd he didn't get very far.
"I've got a musical message to give to 'Arry Potter, in person," he grunted pulling Harry back. There was a struggle and Harry's bag ripped apart. His ink bottle smashed over everything. He scrambled around picking up items when...
"What's going on here?" the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. It was my valentine the dwarf was going to give to Harry; I had to get out of there. I couldn't move though. There was nowhere I could go; it was too crowded. Everyone wanted to see what was going to happen except me. I saw Harry try to another run for it, but the dwarf caught him and sat down on his legs, and began to sing. I tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible.
His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine, he's really divine
The hero who conquered that Dark Lord.
I could have died on the spot. I have learned since then never to think things could not get worse, because they always can. Percy was dispensing the crowd, and I was at the back of the line so I hadn't left yet. Malfoy snatched something up. It was tom's diary! In Harry's stuff! What if Harry figured out how to work it? What if Tom told Harry my secrets? I had to get it back, but not now. I moved past them to go into the classroom, and Draco, fuming about the diary, yelled after me.
"I don't think Potter liked your valentine much!"
It was too much. I covered my face with my hands, and ran into the classroom. I needed that diary before Harry found out its secrets, and mine. Besides, how did Draco know the valentine was from me? I didn't sign it or anything.
Because the end of the year Quidditch game was coming up – Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff – the Gryffindor team had more practices than before. One night, the team was at practice and most everyone was playing games or talking. I quietly went up to the 2nd year boy's dormitory. I was frantic to find that diary. I wrenched open the lid of his trunk, and tore through it. No diary. I searched the pockets of every pair of robes in there. Nothing. His bed! Maybe it was under the covers! Tearing the comforter, sheets and pillows revealed nothing. I wrenched open the drawers in the bedside tables, there was nothing in there either. Frantic with anxiety I turned back to his trunk. I was like a hungry wildcat. The diary was nowhere. It wasn't to be found. I was so desperate, that I tore pages out of his books, hoping Tom's diary would be inside one of his books. I found it inside Travels with Trolls, a Lockhart book. I grabbed it, stuffed it into my pocket, and ran, catlike, down the hall to my own dormitory. I got in, put the diary in my bed, and walked back down towards the common room. I stopped, and I saw Neville stand on the steps. Harry walked over to him.
"Harry – I don't know who did it – I cam in and found it like this!" A hysterical Neville said to Harry. They stepped into the dormitory and I ran quickly down the steps, past Ron, Dean, and Seamus, all who smiled at me. I felt guilty for wrecking their dormitory. I hurriedly put that thought away, knowing Tom was safe again, with my secrets.
I went back up that night to write to Tom again.
Dear Tom, I finally got you back. I was so afraid that Harry would find out my secrets!
Ginny? How (there was a pause before this word appeared on the page.) nice to talk to you again.
"Ginny!" I stopped; Percy was chasing me down the hall. He caught up to me, and dragged me into an empty classroom. "Ginny, would you mind not mentioning that to anyone? That was a bit of an embarrassment, y'know, and I don't exactly want anyone to know..." his face was red and I thought I would play along.
"What? What you were just doing? Kissing that girl?" I inwardly was laughing my head off, but I kept a straight face.
His face turned even redder. "Her name is Penelope Clearwater, and, yes, that's exactly what I don't want you to tell anyone."
I grinned, and turned to leave the classroom.
Dear Tom, there's been another attack! Penelope Clearwater, Percy's girlfriend, and Hermione were both found outside the library. what am I going to do?
Hermione was attacked? She was your friend right?
yes! she always had time to talk to me! I was planning on going to the Quidditch game, but then it was cancelled due to the attacks. I was going down, but I forget what happened between when I left the common room, until I was leaving the Great Hall!
oh dear... i still don't think you're behind it... and a friend never doubts
because of these attacks Hogwarts is going to close!
thats terrible!
"All students will return to their House common rooms by six p.m. every evening. No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matches are postponed. Absolutely under no circumstances are there to be any evening activities." Professor McGonagall finished addressing the students, spoke a bit more, and climbed out of the portrait hole.
"That's two Gryffindors down, not counting a Gryffindor ghost, one Ravenclaw, one Hufflepuff," Lee Jordan, the Weasley twin's friend, cried. "Haven't any of the teachers noticed that the Slytherin's are safe? Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, monster of Slytherin – why don't they just chuck out all the Slytherin's?" He shouted, to applause and approval.
"Haven't you also realized that Slytherin's are all pure-blood, so it wouldn't matter anyway?" I said matter-of-factly. Not many people heard me though. Harry nodded his agreement, and Mia, Ron, Seamus, and Dean thought about it.
"Percy's in shock," I heard George tell Harry quietly, pointing at the pale Percy sitting not to far away. "The Ravenclaw girl – Penelope Clearwater – is a prefect. Percy thought the monster wouldn't dare attack a prefect."
I knew the real reason for Percy's shock, and it wasn't George's idea.
A/N: Mia is Ginny's friend in her year. She is her best friend, but the relationship isn't closer until Ginny ceases to be possessed. Ginny also has other friends in her year, but doesn't really associate with them... they become closer, and are introduced in chapter 12 -heehee- they might be mentioned before...
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