Soo, my best friend and editor finished editing this chapter! yay, I have a pause from GCSEs, also yay! ...they start again even more violently on the 4th...help me... but anyway here is the new chapter Y'all!

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Saved by Harry Potter

"Tom? Tom Riddle?"

The sixteen-year-old boy nodded elegantly.

"B-but ... H-how did you do it? W-Where a-am I?"

"You still do not understand, you stupid little girl? You're really nothing else." Tom Riddle mocked with a disgusted expression on his handsome face. "You opened the Chamber of Secrets, Ginny Weasley"

The girl felt her heart in her throat and stepped back.

What would it be like to say that it was she who opened the Chamber of Secrets? What was happening? Tom Riddle, what was he doing there and how did he do it? Unanswered questions crowded her mind, unable to be understood ... she was unable to believe a single word that strange boy said. He could not be Tom Riddle! Tom was a friend, a faithful friend.

"Who a-are you?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle" the boy answered. "You opened the Chamber, dear Ginny Weasley"

"I-it's not tr-true ..."

"Oh yes, that is true, but of course you did not know what you were doing, did you?" Tom Riddle continued mockingly. "Well, of course, your revelations on that diary became more fun every day ... the diary ... I would never have opened my heart to a stranger by revealing my secrets to him ... But I was patient, kind, understanding and now you adore me "

She felt sick, she had no strength while Tom Riddle circled around her, and now he was standing behind her.

"Modesty aside, I've always had the gift of captivating the people I needed," he whispered in her ear. "You opened your soul to me and your soul was exactly what I wanted, I feed on your deepest fears, your darkest secrets, this made me stronger and stronger, I became more and more powerful. Yes, it was you who strangled the roosters and wrote that threatening message on Halloween, you were the one to stir up the Basilisk, the Slytherin Snake, against those four Mudbloods and the Squib's cat"

Ginny looked around: there were no exits.

How did she attack people against her will?

And then the question that had so tormented her finally had a terrible answer: it was Tom Riddle, since she was still at the Burrow! He had wanted to know everything about her and had bewitched her through the diary, pretending to be her best friend, had made her do horrible things like attacking innocents and writing threatening messages on the wall… he had possessed her for his purposes.

But what was he trying to achieve? Who was really Tom Riddle?

"WHO ARE YOU?" the little girl shrieked with tears in her eyes.

"Oh right ..." Riddle said almost mortified.

Ginny was bent in two from the pain in her chest and her legs gave in under her slender weight, but still looked up at the boy who was twirling his wand in the air tracing three words written with the handwriting so familiar, that the girl had learned to love.

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE.

Tom Marvolo Riddle looked at little Ginny from above to see if she was really looking and waved his wand again in a threatening way: the letters of his name rearranged, disposed in a completely different order than before.

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.

Ginny slumped to the floor and gave a long, strangled howl: she began to sob, to wriggle like crazy... but now she could not go back. She had trusted an invisible stranger, she was wrong and was paying. How could she be so silly? Silly, silly, silly girl. She had to tell her parents right away, she had to say that a mysterious diary answered her from nowhere. There was no spell that could make diaries respond …

"You have little time left, Ginny Weasley," Tom Riddle said as he stared at the crying girl indifferently. "There's not much life left in you: you've put too much of yourself in that diary, too much of yourself in me, but I have to thank you, it allowed me to finally leave those pages. Thanks to you I'll finally have my body back"

Little Weasley slumped onto the ground, too weak to stay up... like the helpless prey slowing its fight under the sinking teeth of the predator: she looked possessed, she was breathing hard and could not get up from the ground, and her sight began to abandon her as if she was really dying...

"Lord Voldemort will come back to life!" he continued, and his lips rippled into a smile.

"NOO! LET ME GO!" Ginny shrieked and screamed again.

"I'm so sorry not to witness the development of a great love story," he laughed. "All right, I'll give you the last good news before it's too late for you: you'll die happily and you know why, you'll die in the arms of your beloved Harry Potter, in the arms of the one who ignores you, in the arms of the best friend of your brother who by chance knows that you exist ... Yes, that nosy thing will come but it will be too late for you ... "

And he spoke a strange language while Ginny let her head softly drop onto the floor, tears in her eyes at the prospect that she was really about to leave: she saw only a large creeping animal, a snake ... the Basilisk ... that was crawling towards her, towards Tom Riddle, who caressed him like an adorable garden puppy.

"Too bad that all your friends have been lucky enough not to look him in the eye," muttered Riddle regretfully. "Harry Potter will come, you silly little girl, and he'll notice you but just too late, anyway, is that not romantic?"

The last thing Ginny Weasley saw was Tom Riddle's eyes focused on hers ...

Ginny blinked slightly.

She opened her eyes a little and her sight intercepted the high ceiling of the Chamber of Secrets: the nightmare was not over yet. She blinked again with her heart reaching up her throat and realized she was alive and well, being normal ... as if she had only a terrible headache. She opened his eyes completely and saw a pair of bright green eyes looking at her with relief.

They were the eyes of Harry Potter, so Riddle had told her a little bit of truth?

For the first time, she held her gaze with that boy as he sat down, and her stupefied eyes went from the large shape of the Basilisk, which apparently seemed dead, to Harry, who had in his hand a sword, and was drenched in blood.

He was in danger for her ... and Ginny shivered, feeling tears streaming down her face.

"Harry ..." she said between sobs. "Oh, Harry ... I tried to tell you at breakfast, but I couldn't say it in front of Percy, it was me, Harry ... but I-I'm-I swear I didn't mean to, it was R-Riddle, h-he made me and he t-took me over and…how did you kill that… that thing? W-where is Riddle? The last thing I remember is him coming out of the diary ..."

It was not true but she preferred to keep the conversation part for herself.

"It's alright," Harry said, lifting the diary, which Ginny noticed to be pierced by a large hole. "Riddle's finished ... Look, him and the Basilisk. ... Come, Ginny, let's get out of here ..."

He helped her to stand up as Ginny sobbed desperately: together they crossed the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets as a mysterious bird circled around them, and they came to the exit where echoes sounded in the darkness, like boulders being shifted. She did not say a single word on the way down the tunnel and Harry kept holding her hand behind his back as if to encouraging her to walk.

"Ron!" the boy shouted, hastening his pace. "Ginny is fine, she's here with me!"

"Ginny!" Ron yelled and stretched his arm through a large gap between rocks, pulling her through. "You're alive! I don't believe it! What happened?"

He tried to hug her but she kept her distance.

"But you're fine!" Ron was radiant. "It's all over, what ... where did that bird come from?"

"He's Dumbledore's"

"How come you've got a sword?"

"I'll explain when we get out of here"

"But..."

"Later," Harry hissed, and Ginny knew he didn't want to talk in front of her.

What would her parents say? They had a stupid daughter, a daughter too stupid who had been fooled by a stranger in a diary. What would her mother say and who knows what she had thought of her? And her father? Her brothers? They sure had thought she was dead, dead because of the Slytherin Heir but instead... there was no Heir: the Heir was that of the other time, Voldemort, who had acted using her to get back a body. Ginny would never forgive herself for that, ever.

She was reviving Voldemort ...

She will certainly be driven out of school and disinherited by the family: Ron still did not know that it was she who opened the Chamber of Secrets and made life hell for everyone, made everyone suffer ... Ron did not know, nobody knows yet it but soon Harry would tell everything to everyone, because it was right that way, because he had risked his life to save that of his best friend's little sister.

"Hello" a familiar voice sounded in the tunnel: the voice of Lockhart. "Odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?"

"His memory's gone: the Charm had backfired," explained Ron.

Ginny on normal occasions would have gladly laughed but that was not the moment: her face was still streaked with silent tears, and couldn't find the funny side of that terrible situation.

"Have you thought how we're going to get back up this?" Harry asked Ron, and the bird that's supposed to be a Phoenix passed them.

"He seems he wants you to grab hold ..." Ron said, perplexed. "But you're much too heavy for a bird to pull up there..."

"Fawkes is not just any bird"

They formed a chain, flying upwards under the pull of Fawkes, holding each other by the hand, including Professor Lockhart. In less than no time, Fawkes the Phoenix had brought them back to the bathroom of Moaning Myrtle, who seemed very unhappy that Harry had not died like her. After leaving the bathroom on the second floor, Fawkes, still circling over their heads, led them to McGonagall's office.

Harry knocked and opened the door.

For a moment there was silence as the four stood in the doorway, then there was a cry.

"GINNY!" it was Molly Weasley who immediately rushed to her daughter, followed by her husband.

"Honey, are you okay?" his father hugged her.

"Oh my child ... how tremendously scared were we, how tremendously scared!" her mother almost choked her, then Harry and Ron also found themselves in her arms. "You saved her for me! You saved her! How did you do it?"

"I think we all want to know," said McGonagall weakly, clutching her chest.

Harry looked at them one by one and then put his sword on the desk, along with that disgusting diary of Tom Riddle that gave Ginny a shiver for a moment, then began to tell everything: talked of an disembodied voice and how Hermione had finally realized that it was the voice of the Basilisk; he talked about how he and Ron had followed spiders into the Forbidden Forest and realized that the last victim of Slytherin's heir was Moaning Myrtle; he talked about how he had guessed the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets and how only he could have continued to the end; talked about Fawkes and the Sorting Hat's arrival after Tom Riddle had called out the Basilisk and ... then hesitated.

He had absolutely not talked about the diary or Ginny.

"What interests me most is how Voldemort managed to enchant Ginny when my sources tell me that he currently lives hidden in the forests of Albania" Albus Dumbledore said gently, looking at the girl who was in awe, worried.

"What was that?" asked Arthur Weasley. "You-Know-Who? Enchanted Ginny? But Ginny hasn't been ... has she?"

"It was this diary!" Harry said quickly, picking up the little book in his hand. "Riddle wrote it when he was sixteen"

"Brilliant," Dumbledore said quietly.

"What does Ginny have to do with ... with him?" urged Mrs. Weasley panicked.

"His diary!" sobbed the girl desperately, looking at Dumbledore. "I've been writing in it… and he's been w-writing back all year…"

"Ginny, Haven't I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain. Why didn't you show the diary to me, or your mother?" Mr. Weasley gasped flabbergasted. "A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic!"

"I-I-I didn't know ..." Ginny continued sobbing. "I found it inside one of the books Mom bought me, I th-thought someone had just left it in there and f-forgotten about it…"

"Miss Weasley should go to the infirmary right away," Dumbledore interrupted firmly. "It was a terrible ordeal for her, there will be no punishments, older and wiser men have been hoodwinked by Voldemort"

That affirmation bothered Ginny more than ever, and felt more stupid than she thought was possible.

"Bed rest and why not a big cup of hot chocolate? It always makes me feel better," he added with a wink as he opened the door. "You will see that Madam Pomfrey is still awake, distributing the Mandrake Potion ... I daresay the victims of the Basilisk are about to wake up at any moment"

Mr. Weasley accompanied his daughter outside without opening his mouth ...

It was with an oppressed heart that Ginny put on her pajamas, and slipped into the bed in the infirmary.

She noticed that it was dark, dead in the middle of the night, and the stars shone in the sky in a magnificent show, which would have been really beautiful if it had not been for all that had happened to her, for all that had happened to a naive girl.

Ginny wanted to burst, cry and scream, but she was content to let her mother's blankets mend her, and stroke her father's hair, both still shaken by the incident and unable, like her, to utter a word about it.

"Here is your hot chocolate, Miss," said Madam Pomfrey more gently.

Ginny drank her hot chocolate while her parents peered at her.

"Drink it up, honey," said her father, taking her hand while his wife turned away to keep from crying again. "Drink it up and I'm sure you'll feel anew." Do you remember when you were smaller? You always wanted it and your mother always bought it "

"Yeah," Ginny answered hoarsely. "It's really good"

"Really good, is it not?" Arthur Weasley went red in the face but was smiling. "All yours, finally, Fred, George and Ron are not here now... you've got a go ahead, aren't you happy?"

Ginny nodded, laughing lightly as a sob escaped from Molly Weasley.

After she had finished, Madam Pomfrey handed her a potion in her lap that guaranteed dreamless sleep and the girl drank it in one gulp: her last thought before drifting into sleep was gratitude for that Potion.

Next: All is well

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