(A/N:) Sorry guys, I had a bit of writer's block. Well, here's Chapter 8: Ginny's Worst Memory.

Ron still had a slight headache when they left the Star Tours building to go on the rest of the rides in Tomorrowland.

"What are we doing next, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"The Autopia!" she responded gleefully. Harry had to admit that it was quite amusing to watch Hermione practically bounce with happiness.

"Is that another one of those really dizzy rides? I'm not sure if my head can take it…" Ron said, still clutching his forehead. Harry rolled his eyes. Ron could be such a whiner sometimes.

"It's not. You'll just have to see. You guys actually might find it a bit boring."

Hermione led them over to the long line, where they stopped at the end, and waited for it to go through. A while later, they got to the front of the line and Harry and Ginny got in one car while Ron and Hermione each got in separate ones.

The little car was on a track, which wound around ahead of them and out of sight behind some bushes. When Hermione began to move, Harry pressed the gas pedal, and they heard Ron behind them. Hermione was right, Harry realized, this ride was a snoozer compared to the first two that she took them on.

"Ooh, look at that over there," Ginny breathed, pointing to her right. It was a magnificent garden, full of small, exotic plants, with a small waterfall in the middle of it. In front of them, they heard Hermione sigh as she too admired the garden. Harry noticed that there were also plaques around it, signifying particular people, most of which had died.

But Hermione's noise seemed a little too close. Harry whipped around to face the track and noticed that Hermione's car was stopped a few feet in front of them. Before Harry had time to do anything else, their car smacked into the end of Hermione's, nearly giving them whiplash.

"Harry! You should be more careful!"

A few feet behind them, Ron's voice said suddenly, "Oh no, where's the brake?" They jerked forward as Ron's car hit theirs from behind.

"Harry, what did I just tell you?"

"That was Ron!" Harry said indignantly.

After eating lunch, Hermione suggested that they go to Frontierland. "We can ride on Indiana Jones' Adventure!"

"What's that?" Ginny asked, skirting around several strollers as they walked.

"It's kind of a replica of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom," she stated, oblivious to the fact that none of her three friends had the slightest signs of recognition on their faces. "It was built in 1992, so the creators decided to put 1,992 skulls –"

"Skulls?" Ron exclaimed, wheeling around to look at Hermione so that he tripped over someone going in the opposite direction's shoes. Harry caught him as he tipped forward dangerously.

"Why, are you scared?" Hermione teased, punching him on the arm. Ron's cheeks flushed.

"No," he mumbled, more to convince himself than Hermione, who promptly began snickering.

Ron ignored Hermione for a long time after her outburst, which then escalated to Hermione becoming annoyed, which caused her to say some angry words to get him to talk to her again, which caused Ron to retort rudely, which then started an argument, much to the annoyance of Harry and Ginny.

"Hmm, what else is new?"

"I could see that one coming from a mile away," Ginny muttered.

By the time they had reached the Indiana Jones ride, Hermione and Ron had stopped bickering. It was clear that Hermione had won the argument as usual by her smug expression. Ron sulked moodily as they entered the building, which was decorated to look a bit like a cave. However, there were a few mistakes, such as drinking fountains and metal doors underneath glowing green EXIT signs.

"Ron, don't step on those diamonds on the ground. They're supposed to be cursed," Hermione said warningly. Harry, who was just about to step on one himself did an odd kind of hop and jumped over it. "Watch this," Hermione said a few minutes later. She grabbed a thick, fake bamboo pole and began to move it violently. Harry was surprised to see that it was swinging around instead on being perfectly still like it should have been, and a few seconds later, with a loud 'dangerous' sound, large spikes began to lower from the ceiling. Harry stared in horror. Ron, who was tallest, began to shrink down while staring at the ceiling apprehensively.

"Hermione…" he said anxiously. "What did you just do?"

Ginny laughed. "Don't worry, Ron, they wouldn't build it so that they came all the way down. They would get some serious law suits filed against them for that." As she said this, the spikes began to withdraw back into the ceiling.

"Let's keep moving," Harry said, shooting an uneasy glance at Ron. That room was starting to creep him out.

Finally, after a very long walk through the eerie tomb or whatever it was, they reached the end of the line and, once again, filed into a car on a track. However, this time they were large, adventure-looking cars, which were painted brown to probably signify dirt. There were four rows in each car, and each row had four seats. They climbed into the second row: Hermione got in first, followed by Ron, then Harry, and lastly, Ginny.

A few minutes later, the car began to move quickly and jerkily, making wide sweeping motions as it turned. They all held onto the bar in front of them for support. They stopped in front of a double door with a large, sinister looking face on it, washed in purple light. The doors opened and the car sped up a long ramp with hisses and crackles of electricity on the walls to both sides. Harry eyes involuntarily swiveled to his left and he saw Ron grip the bar with white knuckles. Harry felt a thrill of horror as a pair of huge eyes at the end of the incline burst into flame, staring evilly down on them and forcefully reminding him of Lord Voldemort. Shuddering, Harry removed his petrified gaze from the blazing eyes.

Eventually, they entered a very dark corridor in the tomb and stopped with a splutter. A panicky voice from inside the car itself claimed that they had run out of gas. Suddenly, the headlights illuminated the wall to reveal that it was alive with large, black spiders crawling all over it in a thick blanket. Ron let out a shriek of horror and began whimpering. He quickly averted his eyes and stared determinately at the opposite wall, trying to ignore the scraping noises the spiders were making.

Fortunately for Ron, the car started back up again a few seconds later with a chugging noise from the engine, and zoomed down into another section that was filled with skulls and skeletons, many of which were carrying swords. They could feel the wind from the swishing swords, though, oddly enough, none of the skeletons seemed to be moving, but just standing malevolently in a deadly pose. Harry cringed.

After driving across a spindly bridge over what appeared to be a lake full of lava, they zoomed passed hundreds more skulls and, out of nowhere, a huge snake reared down from the wall and came down upon Ginny, who let out a shrill shriek and grabbed onto Harry tightly.

Harry was surprised and slightly worried when Ginny continued to clutch onto his shirt tightly throughout the rest of the ride.

"Ginny…" Harry said, lightly tugging her arm to make her get up. "The ride is over. We're getting out." Ginny got up and followed Harry out of the car.

Once outside of the ride, Hermione began talking excitedly about how much she enjoyed it. However, she appeared to be quite alone this time.

Harry noticed that Ginny seemed to be very pale in the face. "Ginny, are you all right?" he asked, concerned, as he pried her hands off of his shirt and attempted without success to smooth the thick wrinkles that she had made.

"Don't worry about me… I'm fine…" she said, convincing nobody.

Ron, being the overprotective big brother he is, turned on Hermione. "You shouldn't have let her go on that ride! She's too young! It obviously frightened her!"

Ginny let out a hollow laugh. "Oh, come on! I'm sixteen. May I remind you that you were sixteen last year?" Ron didn't say anything in return, so they continued on their adventure through Disneyland.

Since Harry, Ron, and Ginny insisted on staying in Disneyland until it closed, they didn't get back to their hotel room until around 12:30 that night, as the park closed at midnight.

"We'd already be up by now if we were back home," Harry said. "It'd be about 8:30 in the morning."

Everybody was too sleepy to respond, and a few minutes later, after they had gotten their pajamas on, they were in bed.

Ginny hugged her soft pillow. It was very comfortable…

Ginny was walking down a dark path; the only light came from her wand. She shuddered as she passed what seemed an endless amount of skeletons. Why did she listen to that stupid diary? Why didn't she just let Harry Potter keep it? She didn't want it back. But Tom would have told him everything. Harry would never have felt the same about her.

Tears began to fall down her face as realization dawned on her. It was she who had almost killed all those students, including her brother's best friend. She was the one who had written those horrible messages on the wall. It was she who had been killing Hagrid's roosters. Tom was the one who made her do it all. She felt so stupid for trusting him. She wished she hadn't come down into this chamber like he told her to, but she couldn't go back out; Tom was expecting her. Plus, the pipe was too steep to climb up.

She began to cry harder. She should have told Percy! He would have known what to do. They all would have been so mad at her, though. They would have told Professor Dumbledore, and he would have expelled her!

Ginny reached an end to the tunnel and the doors in front of her opened. She walked to the very end of the chamber and sat down next to a huge statue's feet. After a few minutes, Tom came out from behind the statue. He was very transparent, but his eyes still blazed in a fiery way.

"Hello, Ginny," he said, smiling a cruel smile.

Ginny wiped the tears from her eyes. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, terrified.

"Just sit there and wait," he commanded her. She did as she was told.

Hours went by and Ginny started feeling weaker. She cried herself into unconsciousness…

Ginny was suddenly awoken from her unconscious state. She felt that she had very little life left, she was dying…Harry Potter was several yards away, fighting the huge basilisk. Suddenly, one of its teeth penetrated Harry's arm; he slumped down onto the floor, he was dying, just like her, and it was all her fault. If only had she never trusted that diary! Harry wouldn't be dying right now, she wouldn't be dying right now.

Harry slumped all the down on the floor. He was dead.

Tom laughed maniacally, just as Ginny started screaming…Harry was dead, and it was her fault. She wanted to die; she knew she would very soon. She was still screaming…

"Ginny! Ginny, wake up!" Hermione shrieked in horror. Why was Ginny screaming like that, why was she crying? She roughly shook Ginny, but she still didn't wake. Hermione slumped to the floor and started to cry herself. What on earth happened?

Just then, Harry and Ron burst into the room. Ron went pale and nearly fainted as he saw his little sister screaming and thrashing on her bed, Hermione in tears on the floor. Harry ran to Ginny's side and shook her roughly. "Ginny, wake up! Ginny!" Harry was starting to lose it himself.

Ginny stopped screaming as her eyes shot open. She lay on her bed, breathing heavily, tears pouring down her face. "Harry!" she shrieked. "Oh, God, Harry, you're okay!"

"What? You were the one screaming… What happened, Ginny? Did you have a nightmare?" Ginny nodded and started sobbing uncontrollably. She held on to Harry's shirt as she did so.

"Y-you d-died!" she said over her own sobs. "In the Ch-Chamber. M-my fault. All my fault!" she wailed. She pulled him towards her on the bed and continued to soak his pajama shirt. Ron and Hermione, both looking very pale, sat on Hermione's bed.

Harry comforted Ginny as best as he could. The fight in the Chamber of Secrets was over four years ago, and Ginny still had nightmares about it? How come he never knew this before?

Once Ginny had stopped crying, she explained the dream in more detail. "…And then you died, and Tom started laughing, and I was screaming, but I knew I was going to die too… And I knew that it was because my diary… It was my fault…" she repeated. She was on the verge of tears again.

"Ginny, it wasn't your fault. It was Tom's fault for making you do all that stuff, it was Lucius Malfoy's fault for giving it to you. And neither of us died," he said bracingly.

"I was just so glad that you were okay. You would've died if Dumbledore's bird hadn't come along." She started crying softly again. Ginny then made a feeble, false-sounding laugh. "It was that stupid Indiana Jones ride. All those skeletons and skulls, Tom's fiery eyes, and even a basilisk. That's why I was so upset and I kept clutching your shirt. I wanted you to be with me the whole time; I didn't want to lose you." She looked down at her hands and realized that she was once again making wrinkles in his shirt. She let go.

"Don't worry, Ginny, I'm right here." And he embraced her in a hug.