The day was growing late, and Dean still didn't talk to Ginny. He wandered in the hallways. He liked doing that, just trying to explore the castle, and its secrets. Maybe she's in the library, Dean thought. He slowly changed his direction to the path toward the library. Ginny has such a warm pretty eyes. When he looked into hem he would get lost. They were so deep; it made him think what was inside Ginny's mind. He slowly walked up the old stair cases, automatically skipping the unstable steps. He knew this place so well. It was almost like he didn't want to leave Hogwarts, ever. That's where he spend the last seven years of his life. He found friends here, he found his happiness. But to Ginny it seemed there was something more, something she was hiding. Maybe it was something about Voldermort? But it happened along time ago and now Voldemort was defeated. Could Ginny still hold on to her worst memories?

"Ginny," Dean called out to her. She was running out of the library, running in direction away from him. She turned around. Dean ran to her catching up. Now they were walking really fast together. That was her manner.

"Remember this morning, did I do something?" Dean asked uncomfortably.

"Oh you're straight to the point! I love that." Ginny said, kind of drifting off into her own little world.

"So are you mad at me or something?"
"Nope, I can be pretty moody in the mornings." She said, then she yawned. Dean wanted to ask her about Voldemort, but he didn't dare.

"Man, it was crazy in Room of Requirement this morning." Dean said.

"The trio tried to sneak in there during night using invisibility cloak." Dean remembered the disqualification board. The trio's names were the first ones on there.

"Oh really? They have invisibility cloak?"

"Harry got it from his father." And then he thought about his father.

"I never knew my real father," said Dean.

"So you grew up with your step father?"

"Yeah, he was always so kind to me. He adapted me like his own child." Dean went back into thoughts. "But there is suspicion that my dad was a wizard. He might have been taken by Death Eaters." Dean didn't know why he started talking about it all of a sudden. He usually never talked about it. "Now I imagine who my father was. Sometimes I imagine him like a great hero or a spy from far away country." Dean laughed.

"That's awesome. You have a good imagination." Ginny said.

"Thanks."

But Ginny felt like something was missing, like she needed to share something related with Dean. "When You-Know Who possessed me, I wouldn't remember what I did. It was like blank spaces in my mind, I tried to fill with something." Ginny looked sad. "Oops, Why did I had to start talking about this?" She cursed herself.

"No, it's ok, I'd like to hear, if you want to tell me." Dean said. He didn't understand Ginny, but now he knew why he told her something about his father.

"Well, I try not to talk about it. IT brings back many bad memories like, I would find myself in chicken's feathers, or in red paint. And I couldn't explain what happened. The time was different the places were different when I came back to myself. I felt so…" Dean looked at Ginny, her eyes filled with tears. But she held on to them. Now they stopped walking.

"Just let it go," Dean said. He never knew how Ginny felt before. And whenever he had trouble or get emotional, he would always talk. If he didn't feel good, he would talk.

"Sorry," Ginny said, facing him.

"It's alright, if something troubles your heart, its better if you talk it all out."

Ginny nodded, and continued, "I felt ashamed, and alone. I tried to avoid people. But… all of his words were lies. And I took them in like poison. They poisoned my mind. He stole my life from me. I opened the chamber of secrets." She said, with first tears dropping. "I was the one responsible for Hogwarts student almost dieing."

"But you were possessed, it wasn't your fault you couldn't control it." Dean said. He never knew that Ginny opened the chamber of secrets. It shocked him. But he didn't let his feeling show.

"But I could have just thrown the diary away. I would write to him and he would write back. I told him my every secret. And his sympathy it was all a trick, a lie, just to lure me, just to take my energy, for himself." Ginny thought about it now, why was she telling this to Dean, a complete stranger? But it was too late to stop.

"Where did you find the diary?" Dean asked.

"With my books, Malfoy's father sneaked it into my books in a bookshop." Ginny said. "I hate it, how easily they manipulated me. And I hate that I was such a coward. I was afraid to throw away the diary, what if it will tell all my secrets to the one who would find it next. But I tried to get rid of it once. But Harry Potter found it. I had to retrieve it, so I did it. But I still get nightmares about you-know-who. I feel his cold breath and hands on my neck. He's choking me. He tells me to give up my worthless life to him, for a reason. I wish all my nightmares would go away. They're the ones bringing it back to me."

"The dreams show what's bothering your heart and only time will help with that. You were brave for trying to get rid of it," said Dean. "And you can't blame yourself for anything you-know-who forced you to do. It wasn't you fault. When you think it's your fault, it starts other problems."

"All right. Thanks." Ginny said. Her eyes were red with tears. But she was grateful that Dean listened. She hugged him. They walked the rest of the way to Gryffindor common room together.

Dean never knew that part of Ginny, but he was glad she told him, and he was there to listen. Dean looked at Ginny now; she could control her face so good. She looked now just as usual. And he admired her even more. She met Voldemort at very young age, and she survived.

"You're really strong, you know?" Dean whispered to Ginny. She looked at him, nodded, and just said thank you.