It felt almost like waking up, the only difference was it was a lot more jarring.

Ginny found herself not too far from the Great Hall. She could even hear students laughing as the Halloween feast began.

A quick check of her watch revealed she was late. Not good.

Ginny rushed into the great hall and sat at the edge of the Gryffindor table. She made special care not to sit next to her dorm mates, she dealt with their snide comments about her enough before bed.

The feast was amazing, live bats flew about the ceiling and the floating candles had been replaced by Jack-o-lanterns. The floating ones were as big as her head, but they were a golden snitch compared to the ones in each corner of the room.

If only Ginny could actually enjoy it. It would've been a lot easier if she wasn't alone.

Maybe she could sit with Ron! Then she'd also get to sit with Harry!

Sadly, a quick look down the table revealed they weren't there. It slightly worried Ginny, but it saddened her more.


Ginny came to on the edge of the grounds, her hands covered in blood amd feathers. She wasn't sure how she got there, or where the blood amd feathers came from, but she didn't want to get caught.

Ginny sped over the the lake and quickly got rid of the evidence, -- of what she wasn't sure -- then raced up to her room.

The curtains of her four poster bed were drawn as soon as she was in the bed, and her diary was in hand.

Her Diary was incredible. She didn't remember her mother getting it, but she must've. It had its own personality and could respond to her -- his name was Tom Riddle.

"It happened again, Tom," she wrote, then marveled again at her disappearing ink.

"What are you referring to?" Tom asked. "Harry being nice, a blackout, or did someone make fun of you?"

"Actually, all three happened today," Ginny wrote, ignoring the sniggering of her dorm mates. "But I'm worried about the blackout at the moment."

"Don't worry, Ginny," Tom said. "I promise it was common among those with weak magic, when I was made, at Hogwarts."

"So you think I have weak magic?" Ginny scribbled.

"It's not an insult," Tom assured. "It's a common flaw. You'll still be a great witch."


"Tom," Ginny wrote. "This time it was for quite a while. I think it's getting longer."

"Don't worry, Ginny," Tom responded. "It's perfectly normal. I suggest you just keep practicing your magic, strengthen it."

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked. "My spells seem to just be getting weaker, and I feel rather sick. Not to mention I found myself out past curfew."

"You're overthinking it, then," Tom said. "Let's get your mind off it, tell me more about Harry."

"I was actually going to go see him before it happened this time. That handsome oaf, Lockheart vanished the bones in Harry's arm instead of mending them earlier this week."

"What happened to Harry's arm?"

"A tampered Bludger was attacking him."

"That's rather frightening, you'd think stuff like that would have better security."

"I'm also quite worried about the Chamber of Secrets thing. The writing above Mrs. Norris earlier this year said it was opened, but nothing's happened since."

"Since nothing's happened, I don't think you'll need to worry."

"Thank you Tom. Goodnight."


"I'm starting to think I'm the one attacking people during my blackouts, Tom."

"Now, Ginny, that seems rather hard to believe."

"But every time there's been an attack, I've blacked out."

"While the pieces put together like that make an understandable story, I feel like there are multiple holes in this puzzle."

"I suppose that makes sense."

"Why did you even entertain that thought?"

"Well, there was another attack, a double one even."

"Two for one? That's rather impressive."

"Are you praising the one whose been attacking people?"

"One has to admire efficiency, no matter efficiency in what."

"I suppose."


There was no doubt in Ginny's mind that she was the one doing the attacks now, or rather that Tom was doing so through her.

She stopped writing in the diary as soon as she realized, but was having a bit of trouble planning how to get rid of it.

Blast that Riddled, attacking others through her. It was rather puzzling on how it happened though. She was fairly certain the petrification curse went through ghosts, and Nearly Headless Nick was certainly both a ghost and petrified.

Wait! That's it! She could flush the Diary down one of the toilets in Mrytle's Bathroom! She just hoped she didn't accidentally flush it down Mrytle's toilet; she'd flood the bathroom even more than she does normally.

This is a perfectly reasonable plan.


Why did Harry have to find that bloody diary!? She didn't want to be doing this, but finding that book was necessary.

As she threw aside a pair of Harry's trousers, she spotted it.

She grabbed the Diary and ran. She went straight to her room and pulled the curtains around her bed closed.

"What did you do with Harry?" She asked.

"I simply answered his questions." Tom said.

"Did he ask about me at all?" Ginny inquired.

"He didn't even mention your name, dear."


Ginny suddenly stopped on her way to the Quidditch pitch. She didn't seem to be able to move.

"What's happening?" She thought.

"Oh! You're aware of yourself?" She said, but she didn't mean to. It was accompanied by the same words in a boy's voice in her head.

"What the bloody blazes!?" She screamed, or at least tried to. Nothing actually came out of her mouth.

"Well, it can't be helped," the boy said through her. "Come forth, my servant, it's time to hunt. Perhaps this time we'll actually kill."

The second bit was in a language Ginny didn't know, but somehow she understood. Was this Parsletoung?

"Tom?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, dear," Tom smirked with her mouth. "Who else?"

Tom then used Ginny's body to command a small serpent up from a drain pipe, and took it too the library. There it grew to an enormous size and it's eyes meet someone else's through a mirror.

Ginny realized that Hermione, Ron's friend, was now petrified, as well as some Ravenclaw girl.

"Seriously!? Again!?" Tom hissed out at the snake. "Why can't you make eye contact properly!? Stupid Basalisk!"

"It's not my fault, Master," the basalisk said. "They always have something in the way."

It was quite jarring to hear the serpent speak.

Tom sent the serpent away, and began to leave, when suddenly, Ginny stopped.

She discovered she could move herself again. She ran to McGonagall, to inform her, but when she went to turn herself in, her jaw snapped shut.

"Sorry, dear, I can't have that." Tom said.

Instead she told McGonagall she found Hermione and the Ravenclaw girl, and moved on.

It carried on as such that any time she attempted to tell anyone, Tom wouldn't let her. It was maddening.


Ginny hated being the damsel in distress. Yet that's what she was. Chained to a massive stone face of Salazar Slytherin.

Ginny was just glad she was able to warn Harry about Tom being evil.

Harry was fighting Basalisk on top of Salazar's head, while Tom shouted insults at them both.

The Basalisk went in for a bite, only for Harry to stab the sword he pulled from the head through the roof of its mouth.

The Basalisk still impacted the stone, however, and the rock holding Ginny's chains cracked.

As Harry fell, cushioned by the corpse of the Basalisk, Ginny managed to weakly pull her chains out of the Salazar's mustache.

"No!" Shouted Riddle. "I just need a little more time!"

"You're already gone, Riddle." Ginny coughed out. She then threw the Diary, which was still in her robe's pocket, to Harry.

"Wait, stop!" Tom screamed.

Harry tore a fang from the Basalisk's mouth, and stabbed it into the book. Ink flowed from it like blood, and Tom released a shrill shriek as his faded form began to fall apart.

"Okay," Ginny said. "Now I think I need a nap..."