He had to do something. He can't just sit around all night and wish it's not true. He had to find out for himself.
Harry stood up and walked out of the Room of Requirement stiffly, Riddle's diary in the pocket of his black robes. He turned left and quickly ran up the stairs, skipping a trick one, trying to make as little noise as possible. He could hear his muffled steps as he walked down the carpeted hallway and he thought, It can't be true, it just can't. She wouldn't do something like this. But he knew there was only one way to find out, and he was going to do that just now.
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It's gone, Ginny thoght frantically as she searched her leather bag for the eighth time, It can't just be gone! Someone will find it, I'll ruin everything, I have to go find it. She stood up abruptly.
"Ron, I've left my Potions book in the library, I'm going to go get it. I'll be back in a minute."
"Ginny you can't leave now." he grabbed her wrist, "Filch'll catch you. Besides your Potions book is right there. You know, you can go for over an hour without snogging him, it probably wouldn't kill you."
"Key word probably," Ginny wrenched her wrist out of her brother's grasp, "I'm just going to see him I'll be back in a minute." She turned towards the portrait hole and ran smack into someone coming in. She looked up at Harry's face and saw fear and a trace of anger in his emerald eyes. Not good, she thought as he took her by the hand and led her briskly to a small threadbare maroon sofa, Not good.
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After a minute they convinced Ron to leave them alone in the common room and Ginny and Harry finally sat together, separated from the rest of the world.
"Ginny," Harry started slowly, "I found something in the library today." he reached into the depths of his pocket and produced a little green book. Her heart jumped, It's not too late she thought, I can still make this work out.
"What is it, Harry?" her voice was meek.
Without a word he tilted the book so that the firelight caught on the silver lettering on the cover.
Ginny's hand flew to her chest and her eyes turned towards the ceiling as she slid off of the couch and onto the hard, wooden floor.