This is for 2 things: the Around The World in 31 Days event and Assignment 5 potions, both on Hogwarts. For ATW, as a house we must write the given prompts for 195 countries. This one is for the island nation of Tuvalu. It's really small and the only reason I know a little about it is from Nims Island. Nevertheless, this prompt is a dialogue. "There has to be something I can do."

For Potions, our task was to write about someone experiencing or reliving an awful trauma. My extra prompt is, "He set fire to the world, but never let a flame touch her." Lets see what I type up today.

Ginny remembered most of her experiences in her first year. She could remember the fear as she realized that she wasn't herself anymore. She couldn't even remember what she'd been doing at some points! Many points she remembered quite clearly. She remembered Percy's concern about her health, how Harry had looked at her ever so briefly after her Valentine had been read to him. And she remembered laughing in classes with Luna, before things went downhill.

She also remembered not being able to say anything to get help. They won't understand it, Tom had falsely advised her. Being an impressionable eleven year old, she had complied. Her father's words rang in her mind, Don't trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.

Still, she complied. What else was she to do? Even after she'd attempted to get rid of the diary in the bathroom, the temptation had been too great, and she quickly stole it back from Harry.

At some point, Ginny grew conscious that she had slipped into a dream. She saw herself, small, helpless, as she stood before the sink in the abandoned girls bathroom. She heard herself speak, but it was in a series of growls and hisses that she'd grown to recognize as Parseltongue. The guttural sounds seemed so wrong coming from her young mouth.

The Chamber revealed itself, and Ginny jumped down and into the main tunnel. It was grimy, and she took a moment to wipe some cobwebs off her robes. Finally, she made her way to the main chamber, where a young man stood. He was quite handsome, with wavy dark hair and brooding onyx eyes.

"Tom?" Ginny asked, for she recognized him. She had seen the many memories of the previous opening of the Chamber, which he'd also convinced her to keep quiet.I'm here. What's going on?" She could no longer remember what was happening, or why she was in this place. "Where are we? How did I get here?"

"It will not matter soon enough," Tom said, and she saw him draw a wand. "I am truly sorry, dear Ginny." But Ginny saw no remorse in his eyes. There was no pity, no regret. She only saw the onyx, which had grown icy cold. She didn't recall the spell he'd cast on her that drained her life. She didn't know how long exactly she'd been missing until Harry had found her. All she remembered was the eyes, which, while not necessarily nice, had never looked at her with the malice they currently did.

Ginny bolted awake with a short scream before realizing it was only a dream. It wasn't happening again, and so she relaxed and laid back again.

"Ginny?" Harry asked from the spot beside her. "What's wrong? Bad dream?"

"It's okay," she said, trying to shake it off.

"No it isn't," he correctly guessed. "Tell me. There has to be something I can do." Ginny gave a rueful smile at that. She knew that while he set the world on fire, he'd never let a flame touch her. It was a nice thought, but unrealistic. She knew flames touched everything in their vicinity, and she had been right near the source the whole time.

"You can't help with the memories, Harry," she told him. 'I know you have them too. It's difficult to just let it go, isn't it?"

"Part of me wishes I could," Harry admitted. "But the part of me that has Hermione beaten into it knows that I needed all of those experiences, good and bad. They all taught me something that I didn't understand before."