Why does my head hurt? Was my first thought as I woke up the next morning. The second was, 'I hope I didn't do anything stupid last night to make it hurt like this.' As I got up and started to dress I tried to remember what happened last night but for some reason I couldn't.

Lets see, I went to the game and Harry had the bludger attack him. That's right, I should go up to the hospital wing to check in on Harry. Also I yelled at Colin for taking pictures of Harry when Harry told him not to. That's right I came back up here, distraught, and wrote to Tom and Tom advised that I sleep and apologize in the morning. I hope Colin will forgive me, he may be annoying but he is nice and my only friend.

I headed down to the Great Hall and looked for him having his usual breakfast of bacon and eggs. He was no where to be seen, I left the hall and decided to check the Library. As I headed up the stair, I saw Ron and Hermione whispering about something.

"Hi Hermione. Hi Ron. Have you seen Colin?" I asked as I approached them.

They both froze, Ron in the middle of saying something.

"Um..." Ron started.

"Oh, Ginny!" Hermione said.

"What?"

"Ginny... Colin..." Hermione started.

"... was attacked last night," Ron finished for her.

"Im really sorry Ginny," Hermione said.

"He is in the hospital wing if you don't believe us," Ron said.

I just stood there staring at the two of them before I turned around and headed up to the hospital wing.

There he is lying in a bed near the door. I approach his bed, his arms are held out in front of him, clutching his camera.

Oh Colin, you stupid, stupid boy. You were attacked and after I said all those awful things to you. Who did this too you?

Wait, did I do this to you? I thought remembering my fears about Miss. Norris. Was I so mad at Colin that I attacked him? Is that why I can't remember what I did last night? How could I make him this stone cold and stiff though? The best magic I can do, is make an object float in the air so it can't have been me. If it wasn't me, then who was it?

Poor, poor Colin! Dead to the world, lying here on this hospital bed, stiff as a board. At least he has his camera with him and he stayed the night in the same room as Harry, that will make him really happy.

I looked around the hospital room to see if Harry is still here. There he is, sleeping in the bed at the far end of the room. I walk over to his bed, his black hair messy and sprawled out on the pillow. His lighting scar standing out on his forehead, Harry would hate that his hair isn't covering it right now. I glance at his right arm, no longer rubbery looking. He must have grown all of his bones back in one night, that must have hurt and Lockhart is too blame.

I remember the anger I felt towards Lockhart last night and then I remember my anger at poor Colin lying in the only other occupied bed. I shouldn't have gotten mad at Colin, he just was excited and wouldn't listen to anyone, even Harry. I shouldn't have yelled, what if Colin never wakes up and the last thing I said to him was that he's a prat Oh, what if it really was me who attacked him. Oh...

I ran out of the hospital wing and into the nearest bathroom, throwing up in the first toilet I came across. I felt hot tears run down my cheeks, tears for Colin, the throwing up for the awful human being I have become. The old Ginny would never have attacked someone out of anger. I need to write to Tom, he will know what to do.

I left the bathroom, wiping away my tears.

"Ginny? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I looked up and saw Percy standing next to a pretty black haired girl. Percy walked up to me and put his arm around my shoulder, asking again, "What's wrong?"

"It's... It's... Colin," I sniffed.

"Colin?"

"Colin Creevey. The really annoying boy in my year who is always taking pictures with his muggle camera."

"The one who is obsessed with Harry?"

"Yeah, him. Last night Colin was... was... attacked."

"What?"

"I went to see him in the hospital wing and he was lying there unmoving, unseeing and... and..."

"You're afraid you will be next?" I glanced at Percy through my teary eyes. That's not what I was going to say, I was going to mention my fears but maybe it's best if I don't?

"Yeah," I lie.

"Don't worry Gin, your not going to be attacked. The monster is attacking muggle-borns and you're a pureblood so you have nothing to be afraid of. Besides they will capture the git who is doing this and expel him before you can say attack."

My eyes widened as I realized something, without saying a word I ran off to Gryffindor tower, needing to speak to Tom about the past.

"Ginny! Where are you running off too?" I heard Percy calling after me as I continued to run.

Tom! Something dreadful has happened.

Not again Ginny

Yes again. There was another attack. This time it was on Colin Creevey.

The boy with the muggle camera got attacked?

Yes and I did it

Ginny I told you before, you can't have...

Yes I could have or at least I thought I could have. When I first heard the news about Colin, I thought I did because I had motive. Last night I was extremely mad at Colin for taking those pictures of Harry and I yelled at him and called him name and said some things I shouldn't have. I thought I could have because I can't remember what I did last night, after I wrote to you about him.

That doesn't mean you did it.

It is a great possibility though. However Percy just tried to cheer me up in the hall and he said that the monster was going after muggle-borns. Just like it was fifty years ago, what if the past is repeating itself?

It's a possibility.

It's either that or I did it or maybe it's both, maybe Im the heir of Slytherin.

You can't be, your in Gryffindor.

Yeah but the Sorting Hat debated on putting me in Slytherin. Also Im a pureblood, the same as Salazar Slytherin, and all the purebloods are somehow related. What if Salazar Slytherin is my ancestor and Im the heir of Slytherin?

Ginny, will you listen to yourself? You're talking crazy. Your just upset about poor old Colin and looking for someone to blame. Now most of the time people in your situation will blame others but you're blaming yourself without any reason whats so ever.

Sorry Tom, I guess Im just going a little crazy.I keep on going back and forth on if it really was me who attacked Colin. I guess Im kind of wishy-washy.

Oh don't worry about it Ginny. I would do the same thing in your situation. Im just glad Im here to make you feel better and stop blaming yourself.

Im glad your here too Tom, I don't know what I would do without you? You're like a friend that I can fit into my pocket and carry with me, where ever I go.

Thank you Ginny

Hey Tom, fifty years ago where there were all those attacks, why did they person finally stop?

The person stopped because I stopped them.

You did?

I did, I was given an award and everything. In fact I think it's still in the trophy room.

Hold on, I want to go see this.

I slipped the diary into my pocket and headed to the trophy room. it took me a while to find it but there it was indeed. Inscribed on a gold plague were the words: Tom Riddle, Special Services to the School.

I sat down, leaning against the trophy case and began writing to Tom.

Wow, that's amazing Tom, I can't believe you caught the person who was unleashing the monster. Were you scared you were going to be attacked too?

I was, but it was a relief to have finally caught the person.

Who was it?

Rubeus Hagrid

I dropped my quill and it rolled across the floor. No, it can't be... not Hagrid. Hagrid is the kindest teacher at Hogwarts. His eyes are full of warmth when you talk with him. There is no way that he unleashed the monster, no way.

That can't be true. I wrote once I had retrieved my quill from across the room.

Im sorry Ginny but it is. He is a good guy and I know he didn't mean to unleash that beast but Hagrid has a soft spot for fangerous animal and see's the good where most people see the bad.

That does sound like Hagrid. I know that he didn't do it on purpose.

Of course he didn't. He never meant to attack or kill anybody but he did release the beast and for that he was expelled.

If he was expelled, then how come he is still at Hogwarts?

I think because Professor Dippet, the headmaster at that time, wanted to keep an eye on him. Being gamekeeper is an excellent job for Hagrid, he can can enjoy the outdoors and take care of the animals he loves so much. The sad part is that he can never do magic again.

Why?

His wand was broken in half.

I thought of Hagrid's pumpkins and how when I asked him about them, he acted really nervous. I was confused at the time because I thought he could do magic but if his wand is broken in two...?

Ginny? Are you still there?

Yeah, I was just thinking about Hagrid.

Ginny I know that your friends with Hagrid but you should be careful around him.

Hagrid would never harm me.

Not on purpose but if he knew that you know about his past then... he might... Will I just want you to promise me that you won't tell anybody what I just told you.

I promise

"Hey Ginny!" A voice said as I closed the diary and put it into my pocket. I looked up to see the twins walking towards me.

"You know, it's not safe to be up here by yourself. You might be the next one to get attacked." Fred said.

"Yeah, if I were you I would watch my back cause I here the monster likes to go after first years." George said before the two turned around and headed out of the trophy room.

What on earth did he mean by that?

I found out the next day as I was walking to Transfiguration by myself. I was thinking about Colin and why somebody would attack him when something jumped out at me. I screamed simply because the thing was scary, all covered in feathers and reminding me of what my night clothes used to look like in the morning. The thing started to laugh and then I saw the flash of red hair as it ran away. One of these days Im going to murder those two.

I was foolish enough to believe that would be the end of it. They have been taking turns popping out at me, covered in feathers, boils, leaves, mud, water, some mysterious red stuff. Whatever they can find to cover themselves in, they have and all for the purpose of scaring me. The worst part is that it's working, I know that it's Fred and George but they do it at such odd times that I never know when they will attack next. Im constantly looking over my shoulder as I walk down the hallway and I have somebody check the hallways for me before I leave any room. The rest of the students are so used to this now that they automatically look my way to see if Im going to be screaming my head off in the near future.

I wish they would stop, I have been having nightmares about things jumping out at me. I wrote to Tom one day in the Library.

Tell them or a teacher or Percy

I can't do that, I especially can't tell Percy because he will write to mum and the last thing I need is mum sending Fred and George a howler.

I thought you wanted them in trouble?

If mum sends a howler she will bring my name into the mix and I don not want to be associated with them in a screaming ball of flame and my mothers voice echoing around the Great Hall.

Good Point.

I closed the diary and rubbed my eyes, I need to get some sleep. Maybe I can take a quick nap before I do my homework? I got up and left the library, my mind preoccupied I forgot to check the hallway. I saw a red head coming my way, shrieked and started to run away.

"Ginny, it's just me. Im not Fred and George." I glanced behind me and say that it was just Percy.

"Sorry, I just really don't want to run into the twins."

"Yeah, same here but we have different reasons. Have they been scaring you that much?"

"Yes, I have been having nightmares."

"What? That's it Im writing to mum. I have warned them and warned them and this is the last straw." Percy ranted as he walked away in the direction of the Owlery.

"Wait Percy," I yelled running after him. "Please don't write to Mum." I said, stopping in front of him.

"Why not? If they have been causing you to have nightmares..."

"I really don't want mum's voice screaming about the situation all over the school."

Percy gave me a funny look and then he too remembered Ron's howler. "Alright, I won't write to mum but Im going to have a talk with them."

"Okay, thank you Perce,"

"No problem Gin," Together we walked up to Gryffindor Tower.

I managed to take a quick nap and when I woke I felt a lot better. I didn't have any nightmares, I wasn't covered in feathers, I could remember what I did that day. I felt better than I have, in what seems like a lifetime but is actually, since I started school. I decided I would go down to eat supper and then head back up to finish my homework.

I saw Harry talking with Ron and Hermione as the three of them were entering the Great Hall for their own supper. Maybe I will sit with them, in fact I will sit with them. Theres nothing scary about sitting with Harry Potter, nothing scary... AHHHHHHHH.

My scream caused everyone to turn my way, unfortunately that included Harry. That wasn't the worst part though for in front of me is one of my brothers covered in oozing boils and looking like the walking dead. It was awful both twins were there laughing along with everybody else in the vicinity. Thankfully Harry, Ron and Hermione weren't laughing.

"FRED! GEORGE! I have had enough!" The voice stopped all the laughter. I gulped and there stood Percy, hands on his hips, his cheeks flushed with anger.

"What have you had enough of?" George asked.

"That ridiculous badge on your chest." Fred said, waving his wand and making the boils disappear.

"No. I have had enough of you two scaring Ginny."

"Were not scaring her, were just trying to cheer her up" George said nonchalantly.

"How is jumping out at her every time she heads to class supposed to cheer her up?"

"She may not have been laughing but everybody else was" Fred said.

"If you two don't stop..."

"You'll what make us do our homework?" Fred asked.

"Take away our broomsticks?" George asked.

"No. I will write to mum." Fred and George stopped smiling. Percy smiled at their displeasure, "I will tell her all of your wrong doings and that Ginny has been having nightmares because of you too."

The hall was so quiet that you could hear a quill drop. Everybody was staring at Percy, whose cheeks were brighter than his hair, to Fred and George, who had their mouths wide open, to me and then back to Percy. I did not want to stare at anybody, especially Harry.

"Were Sorry Gin,"

"Will you forgive us?" They really did seem sorry, as if they truly have seen the error of their ways or at lease in this circumstance.

"Yeah, I will,"

"What is going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked, scaring Percy who had his back turned to her.

"Just some family bonding Professor," Percy said nervously.

"Will kindly do it in speaking tones,"

"Will do Professor," Percy said.

"Now all of you, don't you have supper to finish or homework to do?"

I have never loved Percy anymore than I do now. I guess yelling matches are the only way to fix some things.