Third chapter, so soon after the 2nd? Hell yeah!

Ginny had entered a state of total panic. There were strange voices in her head. Not only that, but somehow she knew that this wasn't exactly new. She just didn't remember it ever happening before.

Oh, calm down before you start hyperventilating you stupid girl. We have real problems here.

"Get out! Get out! Fuck, please!"

Ginny heard the second of the two voices sigh.

'We already told you, we can't get out. We're stuck in here now, thanks to Mr. Dark Lord over here.'

Oh, how is this my fault, oh great Brat-Who-Lived?

'Well, it was your ritual, dumbass.'

You dare?!

'Of course I dare, it's not like you can do anything about it.'

Wait, Brat-Who-Lived?

Ginny's mind was having trouble keeping up with everything the two voices were arguing about, but she focused on that.

"Harry?"

Well, looks like you aren't a total idiot after all! The voice belonging to not Harry said.

Ginny was suddenly filled with dread. "Tom?"

She winced as she suddenly got a splitting headache.

Ok, I'm done with using that name.

'And what should we be calling you, Voldemort hardly feels appropriate for the pip-squeak version of.'

Ok, that's it. As soon as I have a body again, you and this stupid girl are dead.

Wait, WHAT?!

"V-Vol-" Ginny couldn't say it.

'Oh spit it out, it's just some stupid made up name.'

Ginny shook her head. She was also hyperventilating now.

Oh, now you did it, Potter.

'What did I do?'

You were the one that said my name, and now she's freaking out.

'She can deal with it, she's tougher than you might think.'

Potter, you imbecile. I spent the entire school year possessing her. I think I know her better than you do.

'Eh, whatever. Still, we will need her help if we want to get bodies again.'

I could just take her body over if I wanted.

Ginny heard a sort of mental growling from Harry. 'Like hell you will. I won't let you.'

Despite everything, Ginny still felt a small spark of warmth at Harry being even slightly protective of her.

Why should you care?

'I got into this mess because I was trying to save her, I sure as well won't stop trying to protect her now.'

How noble.

'Maybe it is, maybe it's selfish. I sure as hell won't tell you my motivations.'

Well, maybe you aren't a total idiot.

Ginny groaned as she stood up from where she had collapsed to the floor. "Alright, you two, what do you want?"

To get a body back, obviously.

'What pip-squeak Voldy said.'

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Right, stupid question."

Also, could you try thinking quietly at us instead of talking, someone could overhear.

'Uh… hi?'

'Hi, Ginny! How you doing?'

'That is definitely a stupid question.'

Voldemort mentally laughed.

'So… you need my help?' Ginny asked nervously.

'That is what I said. You see, both Voldemort and I want to get our own bodies again. Problem is, if you don't cooperate, we'd basically need to eject your soul and do it ourselves. Of course, Dork Lord here is all for just doing that anyway, but you see, I would much rather keep you alive.'

Oh, she would still be alive, just in a wraith form a little bit like my older self probably is, and she could even have her body back after.

'Point is, I don't want to go about expelling your soul, so instead, I would very much like it if you would cooperate.'

Ginny thought about it, she began pacing. 'Of course I'd help you Harry! What do I need to do?'

She felt Harry mentally wince. 'See… that's the little issue here. We don't know.'

A Philosopher's Stone would work!

'That's great! If the only one I know of wasn't currently in the possession of Dumble-fucking-dore, that is.'

Then we make one.

'And how exactly do we do that? Do you know?'

Well… no.

Ginny turned to look over the railing at the rapidly darkening Hogwarts grounds. 'Hang on. I only agreed to help Harry. I am absolutely not helping Vold- uh… Tom.'

Please don't call me that. Just use 'Voldemort.'

'That's the issue. Due to the way we ended up in this situation, Voldemort's soul and mine are linked, for now. Helping one of us regain a body, by necessity, would help the other in order to actually properly undo that link.'

Voldemort laughed cruelly. And there you go. Help your precious Boy-Who-Lived, and you help the greatest Dark Lord of all time. Help neither of us, I expel your soul and do it anyway.

'No, I'm not letting you go about doing that. Either she helps us or we're stuck together for the rest of Ginny's life.'

Ginny felt her resolve strengthen. She may be way out of her depth, she may be terrified. She had Voldemort stuck in her head, for Merlin's sake. But she'd be damned if she let him regain a body because of her.

Oh, my older self will get one anyway. Perks of having a split soul. And then he'll come along and retrieve me anyway. And then you will be dead.

Oh. Shit.

Ginny wasn't sure how to respond to any of that. She was an 11 year old girl, for fuck's sake. This was a super powerful dark lord whose name most feared to even say, and for good reason.

'If we help you… will you swear to never cause harm to either of us?'

'Harry?'

There was a pause for 5 seconds. 10 seconds. 15 seconds.

'Well?'

I could.

Harry growled again. 'Will you?'

Fine, I'll swear an oath. Happy?

'Not happy, just satisfied.'

Ginny felt a little left out. 'Hey, what about what I want?'

Oh, it's very plain as day, you want to help Potter. That also has the side effect of helping me. Therefore, Potter proposed a solution. I swear an oath to not harm either of you, you swear oaths to help me. Do we have a deal?

'Please, Ginny. I would gladly stay in here for decades, protecting you from him, but I think I would rather not be stuck sharing a body with you for the rest of your life.'

Ginny leaned over the railing, looking down. The drop was quite far. For the rest of her life, huh? Looks like that could be a pretty short timespan.

NO!

Ginny felt her body throw itself backwards, away from the railing, jerked from her control yet again.

"Ouch!" she yelped as her butt hit the stone floor.

You are not killing yourself. Not when you can take me with you!

Well that was just great. Stuck in this horrible situation, and she couldn't even kill herself to get out of it.

'Fine. Deal.'

She felt relief from Harry, and a smug satisfaction from Voldemort.

'So how do we do this whole oath thing?'

Like this.

Ginny felt her body slip from her control once again. She watched as her own hand reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand, holding it out in front of her.

"I, Tom Marvolo Riddle," Ginny felt a shiver of revulsion coming from Voldemort. "Swear, on my magic, to never harm either Ginevra Weasley or Harry Potter on the condition that they help me regain a body."

There was a flash of blue light at the tip of her wand, then Ginny felt this strange feeling in the back of her head. Probably the oath being accepted by Harry. She mentally thought about accepting the oath too, and felt a similar feeling, this time more throughout her mind.

Your turn, Weasley.

Ginny held her wand out the same way Voldemort just had. She opened her mouth to say the oath, but hesitated.

'Go on.'

Ginny swallowed. "I, Ginevra Molly Weasley, swear on my magic to help Tom Riddle and Harry Potter."

And also not give our little situation away to anyone else.

Ginny swallowed again. "And to not reveal Tom Riddle or Harry Potter's situation in regards to me."

Another flash of blue light. Another two weird feelings of the oath being accepted in the back of her head.

'Well, I guess it's my turn.'

She felt her arm move, controlled this time by Harry, to hold her wand out yet again.

"I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic to assist Tom Riddle in regaining a body."

A third and final flash of blue light. A final feeling of acceptance in the back of Ginny's head.

'Just to make sure.'

Ginny sat down on the floor, her mind moving at a mile a minute.

What on Earth had she just agreed to?

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