The Forgotten and the Remembered
Chapter Two
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And she was in the diary. She found herself in a dimly lit room, similar to the prefect's commons, except
for it being smaller and crowded with books. Tom was perched in a plush dark green chair in the corner,
a quill held in his left hand, and the diary sitting in his lap
"Hello, Riddle," she called, a little impatiently, but with a soft edge in her voice.
"We've known each other so long, and yet you still call me Riddle?" Tom said, pushing himself out of the
chair.
"You haven't changed much," she said, staring at him a bit coldly. "I guess that's to be expected."
He stepped towards her; his long, thin fingers twisting her hair around them. Ginny instinctively flinched.
"But you've changed so much Ginny." His eyes rested on her pale face. "Almost so much that it's as if you
were another person."
She sat herself down on a cushy sofa quickly and her eyes looked toward the ground.
"Not eager to talk about old times?" Tom said in a mock-hurt voice. "That's fine by me. I was hoping to
hear about the latest happenings in the wizarding world anyway."
"Well," she said, not really knowing where to start, "I suppose you're the main feature practically everyday.
You've been terrorizing muggles, muggle-lovers, and practically anything that mentions mudblo- er, muggles,
in a non-derogatory way."
He smiled a bit at what Ginny tried to cover up.
"What's that lovely word you used? I don't think I've heard that from you-"
Ignoring him, she continued, "You've come close to killing Harry Potter, which, considering the way he's
treated everyone, I can understand. He's gone soft because of the way Dumbledore treats him, I mean
to say that-"
A strong hand grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place on the sofa.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked coldly, sharply.
"Something that was left unfinished. It's kind of funny that you came back to me, like a sheep throwing
itself into the slaughter. You were uneasy, but still you trusted me enough to come back into my arms."
"You can't leave without me," he smiled cruelly, pressing me into the seat and running his fingers spider-like
down her back.
"Why would I want to?"
He narrowed his eyes at the comment, wondering what she meant. Opportunity. Leaping up, she pushed
herself close to Tom and forced his arms around her.
"I didn't come back an innocent little girl," she hissed. "I know your tricks."
She felt his arms tighten, but it wasn't her forcing them this time.
Ginny looked up into the whirling pools that were Tom's eyes and smiled at the emotions she never had the
chance to see before in him: fear, confusion. He was uncertain, he was weak.
"Tom," she heard herself say, smiling at those frightning eyes, "I'll help you."
And suddenly she fell back upon her own crimson bed, her hand upon the diary which was surrounded by
a faint white glow.
---
"Ginny," said Hermione, taking notice of the girl's paler-than-usual face, stopped her in the commons.
"Have you been to dinner yet? It's over in..." -she checked her watch- "twenty minutes."
"Look, Hermione, I'm fine, I'm just not hungry right now-"
Her stomach betrayed her just then with a low, rumbling growl that made two or three students turn around
in their seats to see what caused it.
The Head Girl raised her eyebrows. "Come on down with me, Ginny. You didn't eat much at lunch, and you
need to get some food in your stomach. I *am* supposed to be looking the rest of the students, you know,"
she said when Ginny gave her a doubting look.
They were halfway to the Great Hall when a familiar voice echoed in the hallway.
"Goyle, honestly, how many times do I have to repeat myself before you actually, god forbid, understand
something?"
Goyle grunted something in response, which resulted in an exasperated sigh from Draco. He soon caught
sight of the two Gryffindors walking down the hallway, and seized the opportunity.
"Hey Weasel. Did you enjoy the lovely warts I gave to your brother?" he smirked.
"If you really want to know, I don't know anything about it because I haven't talked to my brother in over
a month."
"Oh, family troubles in the weasel house, is it?" he sneered.
"Go away, Malfoy," said Hermione menacingly, "before I take away points from Slytherin. You know you can't
afford to lose any more."
He took this into consideration, and decided against pestering them any further.
"I'd watch your back," he said to Hermione snidely, and left the two to walk to the Great Hall.
Dinner was, Ginny found, quite good.
---
Ginny's quill hovered above the page for a second, before she wrote something on the page.
'Hello?'
It didn't dissappear. Below that, she wrote:
'Are you there?'
There still wasn't an answer, but, then again, she really didn't expect one. Tom was out of the diary, perhaps
not for forever, but for the moment he-
"Ginny?"
She quickly snapped the diary shut.
"Oh hey, Megan. Just catching up on some homework I'd forgotten to do," she innocently lied.
"Oh yeah," Megan grimaced, "we have that affectus vocis potion due for Snape tomorrow."
"God, you're right," Ginny said, slumping, "I haven't even gotten the *ingredients*."
The other girl bit her lip. "The student cabinets are locked for tonight. We-ll, it's the only assignment that you've
ever missed, and he likes you fairly well- for a Gryffindor. Surely he won't take too many points away."
"He's going to kill me," Ginny said in a dead tone. "Oh well, at least I can always do some extra credit and earn
maybe... a whole two points if I really try my hardest."
"Only if you volunteer to clean out his used potion vials will you get *that* stunning number of points," joked Megan,
laughing.
Ginny agreed, "You're probably right."
"We-ll, It's getting late, and I need my beauty sleep," Megan said, excusing herself. "G'night, and don't think about
Snape- it'll give you nightmares."
"Good night."
---
Three o'clock A.M.
Ginny crept out of bed silently, careful not to draw any attention to herself as she tiptoed out of the dorm. Her
mission? To access the student potions cabinets in the dungeons. The portrait of the fat lady was kind of perturbed
at being woken at this time of the night, but she didn't cause any large amount of noise, for which Ginny was
glad.
The dungeons were quite a long way from Gryffindor tower, and she found it eerie to ride the moving staircases by
herself in the darkness, with only the dim candlelight to shine her way. At last, she was at the entryway into the
dungeons, and she walked up to the thick oak door of where the potion ingredients were kept.
"Adaperio," she muttered and the locks, both magical and normal, were gone. She quickly swung the door open, and-
"Now, Ginny," came a voice from behind her. "That's not exactly a charm they teach you in school."
Whipping her head around, she saw that it was none other than Draco Malfoy.
"And you, of all people, breaking into the student cabinets at night," he smirked. "Oh, this is just priceless."
Ginny wrinkled her nose. "I *just* came here to take the ingredients we need for the affectus vocis potion tomorrow,
and may I ask what *you're* doing, following me?"
"Watching the halls, for I am a prefect. Hence the badge," he said, motioning to the polished item.
"I, too, am of such authority," Ginny smirked.
"Does that make it any less of a rule-breaking?"
"I've seen *you* using some questionable spells around, and I haven't turned you in," said Ginny, becoming a little
annoyed.
"If I overlook this... break in, then you'll owe me something, right?" Draco said, his eyes gleaming.
"Absolutely," said Ginny, releived he was going in the direction she hoped he would.
"I'll talk to you later then," said Draco, walking off nonchalantly.
"Okay then," said Ginny, breathing once again, but a little scared.
She began to take the ingredients she would need.
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Okay, sorry about the wait AGAIN. I have too busy a schedule, y'know, but I'll try to get the next chapter out
soon(er).
Chapter Two
-
And she was in the diary. She found herself in a dimly lit room, similar to the prefect's commons, except
for it being smaller and crowded with books. Tom was perched in a plush dark green chair in the corner,
a quill held in his left hand, and the diary sitting in his lap
"Hello, Riddle," she called, a little impatiently, but with a soft edge in her voice.
"We've known each other so long, and yet you still call me Riddle?" Tom said, pushing himself out of the
chair.
"You haven't changed much," she said, staring at him a bit coldly. "I guess that's to be expected."
He stepped towards her; his long, thin fingers twisting her hair around them. Ginny instinctively flinched.
"But you've changed so much Ginny." His eyes rested on her pale face. "Almost so much that it's as if you
were another person."
She sat herself down on a cushy sofa quickly and her eyes looked toward the ground.
"Not eager to talk about old times?" Tom said in a mock-hurt voice. "That's fine by me. I was hoping to
hear about the latest happenings in the wizarding world anyway."
"Well," she said, not really knowing where to start, "I suppose you're the main feature practically everyday.
You've been terrorizing muggles, muggle-lovers, and practically anything that mentions mudblo- er, muggles,
in a non-derogatory way."
He smiled a bit at what Ginny tried to cover up.
"What's that lovely word you used? I don't think I've heard that from you-"
Ignoring him, she continued, "You've come close to killing Harry Potter, which, considering the way he's
treated everyone, I can understand. He's gone soft because of the way Dumbledore treats him, I mean
to say that-"
A strong hand grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place on the sofa.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked coldly, sharply.
"Something that was left unfinished. It's kind of funny that you came back to me, like a sheep throwing
itself into the slaughter. You were uneasy, but still you trusted me enough to come back into my arms."
"You can't leave without me," he smiled cruelly, pressing me into the seat and running his fingers spider-like
down her back.
"Why would I want to?"
He narrowed his eyes at the comment, wondering what she meant. Opportunity. Leaping up, she pushed
herself close to Tom and forced his arms around her.
"I didn't come back an innocent little girl," she hissed. "I know your tricks."
She felt his arms tighten, but it wasn't her forcing them this time.
Ginny looked up into the whirling pools that were Tom's eyes and smiled at the emotions she never had the
chance to see before in him: fear, confusion. He was uncertain, he was weak.
"Tom," she heard herself say, smiling at those frightning eyes, "I'll help you."
And suddenly she fell back upon her own crimson bed, her hand upon the diary which was surrounded by
a faint white glow.
---
"Ginny," said Hermione, taking notice of the girl's paler-than-usual face, stopped her in the commons.
"Have you been to dinner yet? It's over in..." -she checked her watch- "twenty minutes."
"Look, Hermione, I'm fine, I'm just not hungry right now-"
Her stomach betrayed her just then with a low, rumbling growl that made two or three students turn around
in their seats to see what caused it.
The Head Girl raised her eyebrows. "Come on down with me, Ginny. You didn't eat much at lunch, and you
need to get some food in your stomach. I *am* supposed to be looking the rest of the students, you know,"
she said when Ginny gave her a doubting look.
They were halfway to the Great Hall when a familiar voice echoed in the hallway.
"Goyle, honestly, how many times do I have to repeat myself before you actually, god forbid, understand
something?"
Goyle grunted something in response, which resulted in an exasperated sigh from Draco. He soon caught
sight of the two Gryffindors walking down the hallway, and seized the opportunity.
"Hey Weasel. Did you enjoy the lovely warts I gave to your brother?" he smirked.
"If you really want to know, I don't know anything about it because I haven't talked to my brother in over
a month."
"Oh, family troubles in the weasel house, is it?" he sneered.
"Go away, Malfoy," said Hermione menacingly, "before I take away points from Slytherin. You know you can't
afford to lose any more."
He took this into consideration, and decided against pestering them any further.
"I'd watch your back," he said to Hermione snidely, and left the two to walk to the Great Hall.
Dinner was, Ginny found, quite good.
---
Ginny's quill hovered above the page for a second, before she wrote something on the page.
'Hello?'
It didn't dissappear. Below that, she wrote:
'Are you there?'
There still wasn't an answer, but, then again, she really didn't expect one. Tom was out of the diary, perhaps
not for forever, but for the moment he-
"Ginny?"
She quickly snapped the diary shut.
"Oh hey, Megan. Just catching up on some homework I'd forgotten to do," she innocently lied.
"Oh yeah," Megan grimaced, "we have that affectus vocis potion due for Snape tomorrow."
"God, you're right," Ginny said, slumping, "I haven't even gotten the *ingredients*."
The other girl bit her lip. "The student cabinets are locked for tonight. We-ll, it's the only assignment that you've
ever missed, and he likes you fairly well- for a Gryffindor. Surely he won't take too many points away."
"He's going to kill me," Ginny said in a dead tone. "Oh well, at least I can always do some extra credit and earn
maybe... a whole two points if I really try my hardest."
"Only if you volunteer to clean out his used potion vials will you get *that* stunning number of points," joked Megan,
laughing.
Ginny agreed, "You're probably right."
"We-ll, It's getting late, and I need my beauty sleep," Megan said, excusing herself. "G'night, and don't think about
Snape- it'll give you nightmares."
"Good night."
---
Three o'clock A.M.
Ginny crept out of bed silently, careful not to draw any attention to herself as she tiptoed out of the dorm. Her
mission? To access the student potions cabinets in the dungeons. The portrait of the fat lady was kind of perturbed
at being woken at this time of the night, but she didn't cause any large amount of noise, for which Ginny was
glad.
The dungeons were quite a long way from Gryffindor tower, and she found it eerie to ride the moving staircases by
herself in the darkness, with only the dim candlelight to shine her way. At last, she was at the entryway into the
dungeons, and she walked up to the thick oak door of where the potion ingredients were kept.
"Adaperio," she muttered and the locks, both magical and normal, were gone. She quickly swung the door open, and-
"Now, Ginny," came a voice from behind her. "That's not exactly a charm they teach you in school."
Whipping her head around, she saw that it was none other than Draco Malfoy.
"And you, of all people, breaking into the student cabinets at night," he smirked. "Oh, this is just priceless."
Ginny wrinkled her nose. "I *just* came here to take the ingredients we need for the affectus vocis potion tomorrow,
and may I ask what *you're* doing, following me?"
"Watching the halls, for I am a prefect. Hence the badge," he said, motioning to the polished item.
"I, too, am of such authority," Ginny smirked.
"Does that make it any less of a rule-breaking?"
"I've seen *you* using some questionable spells around, and I haven't turned you in," said Ginny, becoming a little
annoyed.
"If I overlook this... break in, then you'll owe me something, right?" Draco said, his eyes gleaming.
"Absolutely," said Ginny, releived he was going in the direction she hoped he would.
"I'll talk to you later then," said Draco, walking off nonchalantly.
"Okay then," said Ginny, breathing once again, but a little scared.
She began to take the ingredients she would need.
-
Okay, sorry about the wait AGAIN. I have too busy a schedule, y'know, but I'll try to get the next chapter out
soon(er).