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It was morning, and it was raining. Storming. That did not improve Ginny's mood.
She dragged her broken, battered body out of the bed and walked over to the door, turning back to see Hermione.
She wasn't in bed.
And Ginny's diary was gone.
Ginny blanched and ran down the stairs of the house that was once Sirius' screaming, "Hermione!"
Hermione looked up at the sound and subconsciously slid the diary under the seat.
Ginny came into view, looking tired and fearful, her doe eyes widened. "Give it back," she panted, clutching at her chest.
"Give what back?" Hermione asked calmly. Ginny's face contorted in a rage not unlike Riddle's. The resemblance was frightening.
"You know what!" she shrieked.
Remus Lupin walked in, an eyebrow raised. "What is going on?" he asked wearily.
Ginny and Hermione jumped at the sound of his voice.
"Absolutely nothing," Hermione said, composed.
"Liar! Give it back!" yelled Ginny.
Hermione turned to look at her serenely. "I don't know what you're talking about," she remarked coolly.
"What is going on?" Remus repeated, now suspicious.
Hermione shrugged and began to read a book.
Ginny ran down the rest of the way and said, in a controlled and shaking voice, "My diary. Where is it?" she demanded.
"What diary is this?" questioned Remus, looking at Hermione, whose face was scrawled upon with innocence.
"I think she's referring to the diary she's had for a few years," puzzled Hermione.
"Why would you want to take it?" he asked Hermione. Hermione looked up, her eyes wide and clear. "I wouldn't," she replied. "I suppose if I did, it'd be to see what it is she's been writing about. But I don't want to know any of it, he's too scary."
"Who?"
"Tom."
Remus did a doubletake. "Who?"
"Tom Riddle. She dreams about him all the time."
"Shut up!"
Hermione and Remus looked at Ginny, startled. Ron and Harry, obviously hearing the commotion, ran into the room. they stopped and stared.
"You stop talking about him!" Ginny screamed. "And give it back!"
"I don't have it!" Hermione said back, her voice rising. It hurt her to deceive Ginny, but deception was what she need most at that time.
"I know you do, who else would!" Ginny screeched. "Give it here, you- you- you mudblood!"
"Ginny!" Harry yelled, his eyes behind his glasses large and unbelieving. Ron's jaw had dropped, and Remus, after the initial shock, strode forward and took Ginny by the shoulders. "That's enough," he said briskly. She was surprised at his power and grace, like a wolf –oh, well, then not surprised.
It did not faze her.
She shoved him off and cried, her splashing tears on her nightgown, "Get the hell away from me, all of you!"
She hurried away and up the stares, and everyone stared at her.
Hermione didn't, though. Her eyes fell to the floor. I'll be the one to save you, Ginny, she thought, the words echoing in her mind. One way or another, I'll set you free.