So yeah, my Editor ( Helena Haansilton ) finished editing this, don't know when I will be able to update the next chapter because next week I have 3 GCSEs: Biology, Chemistry and Math. Wish me luck.

Disclaimer: I do not own the story or the characters, they belong to JK Rowling and the writer is EmPotter, I just translate

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A scary Halloween

The next day, Ginny, Demelza, Robins and Vicky Probisher woke up when it was almost nine, almost late for Saturday morning lessons. Demelza was very shocked and did nothing but scream accusations at herself. She really was a very anxious girl and this made Ginny stir up and start murmuring, cursing and looking more like her mother at the end of an outburst. Vicky yawned sleepily from her side and prepared quietly, though reluctantly as if the hour did not flow at all.

To their misfortune, they arrived late at the charms class, even after missing breakfast, which Ginny could not understand because she was used to eating so early in the morning, but since Professor Flitwick was quite understanding, he let that delay pass and Demelza resumed her usual color, even if her pallor took a bit to go away.

That morning, the first year Gryffindor practised the Wingardium Leviosa spell while they chatted away happily. Colin, who was sitting in front of Ginny, explained that he had followed Harry Potter to a Quidditch training that morning and that he was forced to leave because Harry had gone away with Hermione Granger and Ron, who was vomiting live slugs due to a fight with Draco Malfoy: Vicky, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, shrieked in disgust as Ginny laughed and Demelza's face was amused and compassionate.

After the lessons Ginny noticed that the news of Ron Weasley throwing out slugs was not passed in silence by the Slytherin boys, who continued to tease the girl for it, and she wondered what she even had to do with it: she was neither present nor found funny the fact that her brother had stumbled on that idiotic spell. But, as Ritchie Coote had rightly said, the snakes just liked to annoy those who seemed too comfortable.

"Professor Snape assigned a five-paragraph essay on Asphodel and Wormwood of five, and I did it in five", Vicky was saying happily to the rest of the group as Alice and Rose tried to get William and Christopher's attention(successfully). "Demelza made it eight paragraphs!"

"Just to be sure," the girl interjected timidly. "You never know with Snape ..."

"On this, you're not wrong, Dem"

Ginny ran quickly through the dungeon, behind her classmates, being ignored by everyone: she had thus made a habit of disappearing each time her companions chatted peacefully and even lost the spirit of staying with them. It seemed that even the relationship between her and Colin was not the best ... and most probably the fault was only on Ginny: she had strayed too far.

Damn her!

She finally crossed the threshold of the cold Potions class and noticed that her place was occupied by a racket of junk, and short, brown hair: Rose Owen was at that moment sitting in her seat and throwing malevolent glances that sent sparks, while her best friend, Alice Barlow, giggled and threw back the long coat of black hair.

Rose had literally taken William.

Little Weasley's eyes glittered with tears of anger as she made her way quickly, to the back of the classroom (where Colin was emptying his bag), trying not to show that she's hurt.

When Ginny turned as she sniffed, she noticed William staring at her with an unreadable look on his face, but it was probably just the little girl imagining it. She had been easy to move away even from a cauldron mate, let alone if her presence was worth much in the group! Maybe he had done well to get away from them ...

She had never behaved like that, she had never been more depressed than that.

She was sure of herself. But now? Now her safety was fading as she had come, and little Ginny Weasley had only to settle for a diary as a friend she could seriously trust: it was worth much more than people who easily forgot about her from one day to the next. and, in the case of William, they replaced it.

"Ooooh, are we comrades?" Colin asked delightedly. "I'm very pleased, I could not bear her by my side!"That girl was really treacherous to throw those snide remarks, don't you think? I think she's in love with Will, what do you say?"

"So it would seem" was Ginny's mechanical response.

"Yeah ... he's a good boy, William"

The girl seriously doubted that William was a good boy but did not comment on that funny statement, and devoted her full attention to her fingernails that looked a lot more interesting than the paper (which was very difficult to write on) and Snape.

The lesson of Potions passed, to Ginny's great relief, very quickly, and once the curfew clicked after dinner, all the Gryffindors crammed into their Common Room, where total chaos reigned: Fred and George were trying to catch the living salamanders who they had bred for their strange experiments, sowing panic among the girls who tended to converge to the arms of the Gryffindor boys at the speed of light. Rose seriously took advantage of that moment to throw herself into William's arms with her face contracted in what must have been a grimace of fear and disgust: did she really believe that Ginny cared about them? She did not like William, nor did he like her, and after what the boy had done to her in Potions class, for little Weasley, though he was still angry, William Todd did not even exist as a friend anymore.

As expected, Percy Weasley's voice could have been heard above the Astronomy Tower.

"I knew your brothers were cool!" exclaimed Colin approaching her when all the salamanders were put back in a cage. "Come with us, come on, Ginny, the snobby girls are not bothering us, come have a good time with us!"

"I have a headache," Ginny quickly lied.

She was also sick of always being invited to join them so compassionately: the first times she had accepted their invitations like a fool who needed company, now she will reject forever.

When Percy reached the height of hyperactivity because of Fred and George, Ginny quickly sneaked upstairs hoping with all her heart that the hubbub downstairs ended quickly because she did not want to talk to Tom Riddle with a headache and fall asleep with her head in the diary without answering: once it almost happened.

She used the bathroom calmly, stripping and putting on her pyjamas so slowly that it could take to the next day. When she reached her bed everything was quiet: even if it was only eight o'clock, and the other dorm girls were dozing. Ginny carefully took her diary from the pocket of her robe, closed the canopy curtains around her and began to write …

Dear Tom, as I was already explaining to you at dinner today, this day is not so different from the others.

We resend, how wonderful! Keep telling, please.

It's a nightmare here, Tom. My brothers continue to make fun of me, and now it seems no one needs me. I have never had this paranoia but here the situation is difficult! The Slytherins do not stop looking down on me because I came to school with second-hand clothes ... I cannot stand them anymore!

I can understand how difficult it is for you to be teased by your brothers, I can understand how difficult it is to be ignored and then make fun of second-hand clothes ... but how stupid? There are those who can come to school with new clothes and who's not, it's not a crime. I do not know how many people's minds work, dear friend, and I'll never know. A suggestion? React and reciprocate with the same galleon. It always works, Ginny.

You say? wrote the girl excited by that answer and the fact that Tom Riddle had called her 'friend'.

If I say it, I can guarantee it! Trust me…

Oh, nobody ever understood me like you, Tom. Really, I do not know how to thank you, you can always fix my days. I am so happy to have this diary to confide in, I am happy to have found it in my cauldron that day. It's like having a friend to always carry with me in your pocket.

Do you trust me, my friend?

I trust you, my friend.

And then there was darkness, total darkness. As if someone had turned off all the lights of the little Ginny Weasley's brain, and it was like sinking into a dark tunnel without end ... it was like sinking into a real nightmare ...

Ginny opened her eyes and discovered that it was morning and she was in bed with all her clothes ... how strange!

She blinked and realized that she had an incredible headache, her legs were heavy, her bones were painful, she had ... a strange sensation in her body, which she could not explain.

There was nobody in the dorm.

What time was it? The clock was eight o'clock ... but eight o'clock in the morning! Ginny could not understand: it was not eight o'clock in the evening? it was eight o'clock in the evening, everything was dark out there and the sun was not there. It was night and she was talking to Tom Riddle about her day. And then ... and then she didn't know anything anymore. she had a hole in her memory and she could not remember anything, anything and absolutely nothing about what she had done.

But how the hell was it possible? Was she losing her memory?

And, what were all those rooster feathers on her clothes?

She even realized she was shaking, trembling with fear ... because such a thing had never happened to her. She could not remember anything to even try. But the question that arose spontaneously was: why?

With his heart beating wildly, Ginny looked at herself in the mirror and noticed that she looked a bit 'gaunt. Touching her robe, she also noticed that she had Tom Riddle's diary in the pocket where she always put it... but had she not taken the robe off? Had she not put on her pyjamas? Was it even possible that she had dressed in her school clothes, left Gryffindor Tower and had those feathers sticking to her clothes?

Yes, it was possible and she did not remember it.

Ginny pulled her diary out of her pocket and, as Tom always had the answers, she thought that maybe she could be lucky this time. Opening the diary, she quickly dipped the quill in the ink and wrote on the second page.

Dear Tom, I think I'm losing my memory. I found rooster feathers suck all over my robes and I do not know how they got there... I have an incredible memory hole and I can not remember what I did last night. My heart beats so fast and I'm scared, Tom.

Good morning, Ginny ... how would you say you do not remember what you did last night?

I'm worried, I do not remember anything!

Calm down, relax and, above all, do not talk to anyone: a ruckus could happen if they find that you do not remember anything and your family might worry. You probably stumbled on some spell by mistake and do not remember it ... trust me, nothing will happen to you.

She didn't know why, but those words comforted Ginny more than ever, giving her a deep sense of gratitude writing to this friend, but stopped because it was interrupted by a noise coming from the stairs. She scribbled: I do not know how I would have done without you today, fear would probably have devoured me. We'll talk! "And quickly put the diary in the usual pocket.

There was a door slamming and Demelza entered the dorm looking around.

"Are you not coming for breakfast?" she chirped.

"Yes, I was ... just ..." the evasive girl answered, trying to remove the remaining feathers.

"Where were you last night? Vicky told me this morning, before she went to breakfast at the Hufflepuff table, that she saw you came to the dorm really late... "

"Why did Vicky go for breakfast at the Hufflepuff table?" Ginny quickly changed the subject.

"She has friends. You should have seen Rose and Alice's face ..." Demelza smiled. "I think they are now also trying to befriend the Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw girls, I bet.

"Come on," said Ginny, who could not see any way out.

The two girls went down the spiral staircase and exited the portrait, they walked into the Great Hall: Ginny hoped with all her heart to have removed all the feathers and could not wait to end this day that certainly would be a mortifying nightmare.

October arrived quickly, and brought with it a blanket of damply cold and gloomy days, replacing the sunny and beautiful days of summer.

As the days wore on, Ginny realized that she felt weaker and weaker since she'd had that little incident with the spell, but she convinced herself that it was most likely the flu: Madame Pomfrey, the Hogwarts nurse, had her business to cure that sort of epidemic making students drink her healing potion.

Ginny, who was always looking puzzled, was forced by Percy to drink a bit 'and could not get out of the infirmary all afternoon: the drink worked beautifully with the cold but left the ears steaming for many hours, and so the girl made a beautiful figure in the presence of Harry Potter, who looked at her smiling, making her almost purple.

Perhaps she knew what's funny... she had red hair and the smoke that came out from under it made her look terribly like a particularly overheated teapot, and it was as if her head was on fire.

Fortunately, no Slytherin saw it!

There were days and days of incessant rain and now no one came out of the castle: the surface of the Great Lake had risen (Fred and George had revealed that the giant octopus was not shown in the rain but Ginny had not even seen one of her tentacles) and Hagrid's pumpkins have reached the size of the carriages for Halloween.

Halloween.

Ginny would have spent her Halloween along with the most boring and pompous guy on the planet, her brother Percy, and it did not bother her at all when she saw her House friends leave the Tower to join the crowd in the Great Hall. Except for Vicky Probisher, who thought it appropriate to spend his time with the new friends in Hufflepuff.

"You will see what the Great Hall will be like, little sister. And guess what, my friend Penelope Clearwater will come to stay at the Gryffindor table. Do not be frightened if you see live bats and dancing skeletons, that's just the show Dumbledore put on."

"But will you be?" Ginny answered wearily.

Percy was already literally exasperating her.

"You're amazing, Perce!" Fred commented suddenly from the spiral stairs followed by George.

"You look like your house elf ... of course she will not be afraid!"

"Mother would be proud of me to know that I take care of our sister!"

The twins laughed and Ginny's cheeks burned as she crossed the portrait hole. All the way to the Great Hall, Percy and the twins did nothing but fight and Ginny felt so weak and tired that she would even go to bed without eating or having fun: at that moment maybe she just needed to talk a bit with Tom Riddle.

Percy Weasley was right: the Great Hall was decorated beautifully.

Orange and black colours dominated the decorations, and swarms of bats were flying low, sniffing and snatching the food in students' golden plates with their little paws, which the Slytherins found rather annoying.

Ginny saw that Malfoy was swearing aloud as the small group consisting of who was certain was called Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson laughed out loud. At the next table, Vicky's blonde hair stood out among the Hufflepuffs and Ginny saw that the girl was already enjoying herself. At the Gryffindor table, in the meantime, even though Alice and Rose had each taken William and Christoper (her blonde-haired pride drew so many dark heads), they seemed to throw at Vicky looks of pure envy. Demelza almost sat alone because, although she usually spoke timidly, at that moment she was as estranged. Colin and Ritchie instead had a lot of fun and were continuously giggling.

When Ginny, along with Fred, George and Percy, passed them, she waved and Demelza smiled. But little Weasley did not sit next to them, instead taking her place next to her brothers, not far from the others, and started stuffing herself with sweets.

"I would not want a stomach ache, little sister," Percy interrupted when Ginny reached for the twentieth Pumpkin Pasty.

"They're good."

"I know, but mother..."

"Perce, you're not the mother!" said George amusedly through a mouthful of sweets.

"I would not be so sure, George ... I think Mum's spirit resides in him ..." said Fred. Ginny chuckled: at least there were the twins who made this fun.

"Let her eat, Percy," Penelope said gently, and Percy nodded vigorously.

"Oh, look!" Ginny pointed to the skeletons with her finger, letting the Pumpkin Pasty fall into the plate with a thud.

Skeletons began to walk between the tables, having fun passing food through their mouths and then picking it up in their ribcage, making all the students laugh. It was a really funny show, even if it was dreary: the skeletons played with their bones and pass food around everywhere, which Dumbledore found witty while Snape looked absolutely disgusted.

After the skeletons, there was another feast with real dishes and Ginny stuffed a bit of everything. Then when the situation degenerated (when Percy and the twins began to fight again), the girl took the excuse of needing the bathroom and slipped away from the party, running to break through the corridors and even hearing the Pumpkin Pasties grumbling in the stomach.

"The party is over?" asked the Fat Lady when he saw Ginny arrive.

"N-not yet"

"My friend Violet told me that the show was nice: oh how much I wanted to see it"

Ginny waited for the Lady to ask the fateful question.

"Oh, anyway ... password?"

"Caput Draconis!"

The girl entered the Gryffindor Common Room, embarrassingly running into a couple passionately kissing on the sofa by the fire, and ran upstairs to her dorm to write to Tom Riddle.

Dear Tom, the Halloween party was really fun but being with my brother Percy was a bore.

Ginny, dear. Is the party over?

Oh no, but I preferred to stay here in the dorm with you. You know, Harry Potter just did not show up at the party ... I was hoping so much that he and Ron and their friend were joining us (which is why I had agreed to stay with Percy and the twins) but they did not show up.

You always talk to me about Harry Potter. Riddle wrote in a way that Ginny guessed he was having a suspicion about that boy. Could it be that you like the famous Harry Potter?

Tom, I cannot lie to you. I do like him and I like him so much!

Is magnificent! I'm more than sure you'll make a fantastic couple.

Ginny's heart pounded hard when he saw that statement written but immediately returned to reality.

Maybe, Tom ... but he ignores me, he doesn't even look at me. I'm just the little Weasley for him, the little sister of his best friend. It's heartbreaking, and you know what? I think I will never be able to please the great and the famous Harry Potter. You know how many nice girls would be courting him because he's the famous boy …

You don't have to give up, Ginny! If he's worth fighting for, do it.

The girl's heart filled with joy: she liked Harry Potter a lot, it was love at first sight from the station... maybe it was love. Why would she ever give up even if she was only eleven and did not understand much about those things? She didn't have to give up and Tom Riddle was right: it was worth fighting for.

How many things you do for me, Tom. Thank you so much, you are special. Ginny wrote and a sharp pain ran through her body, vanishing so quickly that the girl almost did not notice.

We are friends. And you must trust me.

Always.

Ginny Weasley was lying on a cold floor, so cold that her right cheek could have been a particularly soft and warped piece of ice. She opened her eyes and realized that she was in the corridor on the second floor ... but why was she there? She got up quickly before anyone came and saw her on the ground, and noticed that her hands were all stained with red paint. And not just her hands, even her clothes.

She remembered nothing: what was she doing? What had she done that Halloween night?

She trembled uncontrollably and drew deep breaths because she missed the air.

There were voices echoing in the corridor and Ginny, with a trembling step, turned the corner and faced a scary scene: all the students of the various houses were crammed in the corridor, some flattened against the walls, some pushing to see better. See better what? Ginny was also curious, and passing under the student's arms reached Percy, who looked at her severely.

The girl's eyes went all the way down the corridor, then they stopped on something that glistened on the wall, written in huge, red letters:

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED,

ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE.

It was written in red …

There was a puddle on the ground, not far from the writing and above the pool of water was a cat hanging from its tail by the arm of a torch. She was stiff, and her eyes were glassy and wide open, staring into space.

"P-Percy ... c-what's happening?"

"But where the hell were you?" he snapped in a hoarse voice.

"I told you I ... I was in the bathroom ..." Ginny lied uncertainly because she didn't really know where she had been because she did not remember anything. "But what's s-happened here? W-what's that wr-written? And the g-cat ..."

"Anything!"

Ginny, not satisfied with that answer, approached Demelza Robins, whose eyes were wide open with terror, like everyone else. Wherever he turned, he could see scared faces or confused faces. Ginny's was, of course, confused ... not to mention the fact that she had lost her memory again.

"Demelza, but what ...?"

"FIRST YEAR, FIRST YEAR!" Percy's voice echoed in the corridor. "FOLLOW ME, NOW!"

"The Heir of Slytherin has petrified the Filch's cat" Demelza explained in a low voice while all the children of the first year followed their Prefect. "The story of the Chamber of Secrets ... is happening again!"

"What is the Chamber of Secrets?"

"I can not explain it to you now ..."

"And why was the Filch's cat petrified?"

"We do not know ... They accused Harry Potter, your brother and their friend ... they took them away ..."

"WHAT?" Ginny screamed and her voice made Percy turn to look at her with eyes narrowed in two slits.

"I'm sorry, it's stupid to blame them ..." muttered Demelza compassionately.

Ginny did not answer, she could not understand: the message was written with red paint and she was all dirty with red paint ... could the assailant be so close to her? Maybe the attackers had imposed on her a memory spell?

Yes, it was possible.

Ron, Harry and Hermione were not Slytherin but they were not present at the Halloween party. And when Ginny had lost her memory for the first time, she was in her dorm and only a Gryffindor could know their password ...

She couldn't believe it, yet it seemed so true.

Ginny climbed the spiral staircase, ignoring the frightened mutterings and immediately slipped into bed without being told anything by Demelza because she did not want to know anything at all: that had really been a scary Halloween.

Ok well, that's it. Tom just got more powerful. The story might be a bit rusty but its still the gits of how everything happens.

Editor: Helena Haansilton

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