Heya, I'm back! gotta post a little bit slower than the beginning because on the 15 and 17 I have Bio and Chem GCSE. This is tiring so anyway here is the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, the writing belongs to EmPotter and the characters and plot to JK Rowling, I am just a translator.

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Days feel like nightmares

When Ginny Weasley opened her eyes the next morning, she was dripping with sweat.

Although it was October and it was really very cold, the kid's forehead was as if it's drenched in soup. Her hair had stuck on her freckled face and, amazingly, anyone that tried squeezing the pillow would get plenty of water out of it. Ginny wiped herself with the sheets and spied through the curtains: Demelza was looking carefully around the room as if she expected to find an assailant in her dorm.

Little Weasley was confused ...

She had a nightmare that night, a nightmare of black shadows and his brother Ron, Harry and Hermione trying to attack Mrs Norris. She remembered she had never been closer to them than she had been in that dream when Ron was covering her mouth as she struggled frantically.

Without her we are all better, get out of the way! Ron, somehow with red and evil eyes, was shouting in the dream.

Ginny couldn't understand anything and struggled to remember what she was doing on Halloween night, but nothing came.

Was is really three who attacked the cat? If so, why at all? What did she have to do with that story and why she did not remember anything that time too? And finally what was the Chamber of Secrets?

She seemed to know that name already, maybe Bill had mentioned it, but she was not sure...

The girl quickly got ready, while Demelza put her stuff in place and stared at her in fright: had she been screaming that night? In her dream, she screamed so much, that her screams might have been heard in the dormitory? Ginny wondered whether she had been crazy in the blankets and had scared them all, or had done anything that might have disturbed their sleep.

"How are you?" Demelza asked, staring at her.

Ginny forced herself to smile. "Good"

"I ... I'm glad"

"Me too"

The cat's screeches still echoed in her mind, and a strange sense of despair ran through her body: what would happen to her now? Whoever was it that did this to the cat? She contemplated Mrs Morris' fate the whole while when preparing for her lessons, then hurriedly went down into the Common Room to face Ron and Harry, and her heart jumped hard in her rib cage.

"What's in that bag, Harry? My does not weigh so much and ... hey, Ginny!" exclaimed Ron.

Ginny approached her brother frightened, but he seemed the same as always.

"Are you okay? You're so pale"

"Unlike the cat, I'm fine ..." Ginny heard herself replying in a lugubrious tone, plumping her hands into her lap, and the two boys exchanged a worried look. "I ... why did they attack her and what will happen to her now?"

"Madam Pomfrey will take care of her, you'll see," Harry said reassuringly.

When Ginny did not blush and remained the same pale colour as Harry spoke to her, Ron sensed the weight of the situation.

"But you did not even know Mrs. Norris," he said to cheer her up, glancing over her shoulder: it seemed that Hermione was looking at the conversation behind the girl. "I assure you, without Mrs Norris, we are all much better"

Ginny's lips quivered: it was the same thing Ron had said in the dream.

"This kind of things does not often happen at Hogwarts," his brother continued to reassure her as the bushy-haired girl sat on the arm of Harry's chair, watching his best friend's little sister. "They'll catch the madman that attacked her, and get him thrown out in the blink of an eye, you'll see. I just hope that before being expelled, they'll petrify Filch too"

And he smiled encouragingly but Ginny blanched and Hermione looked at him as if to scold him about the lack of tact.

"I'm kidding ..." he added quickly.

After that statement, the girl told herself that maybe it was better for her to get away from the three, and sneaked away from them almost running, but without making too much the guilty face of those who are happy to leave the scene. She walked through the seventh-floor corridor amid frightened murmurs, and wherever the story of the cat's and the Chamber of Secrets was going, it was on the lips of all the students, and in the following days, nothing else was said.

After that statement, the girl told herself that maybe it was better for her to get away from the trio and sneaked away from them, almost running but without making too much of the guilty go to her face for she was too happy to leave the scene. She walked through the seventh-floor corridor amid frightened murmurs, and wherever stories of the cat and the Chamber of Secrets was going around. It was on the lips of every student, for the few following days nothing else was talked about.

Filch was even worse than the students: a few days after the attack, Ginny saw him patrolling the corridor where the attack Mrs Norris had taken place and was working with the Mrs Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover on her own red writing, but the letters did not want to go away. Filch lost his temper, accusing every student of breathing too loudly or being too happy.

Ginny thought back to Tom Riddle's words after she told him about the attack...

Dear Tom. I do not remember what I did on the night of Halloween but a cat was attacked and I find myself all dirty with paint ... she had written when her dorm mates began to sleep. I do not know if it is appropriate to talk about it with someone but I'm very worried about this. They accused my brother, Harry Potter and their friend because they were at the scene and I do not know what to think of them ... maybe they are the attackers!

Dear Ginny, try to calm down. Are you sure they are the attackers? Tom Riddle had asked.

I'm not sure but I didn't see them at the Halloween party, and they were on the second floor. I cannot believe that my brother, his friend and the boy I like are guilty... I'm having the worst nightmares and I do not remember anything yet. I'm desperate, Tom!

Calm down, nothing will happen to you. You do not have to talk about it with anyone, for any reason in the world, understand? They have no evidence against your brother and his friends and could blame you for finding yourself alone amid these events. Do not talk to anyone and nothing will happen to you.

So the girl had followed his advice, that is, not to talk to anyone about the fact that she had lost her memory in strange circumstances, because Tom Riddle was right: they could have suspected her.

Every day seemed like a nightmare here at Hogwarts and Ginny still could not believe how all this was happening. Her brothers were unaware that Ron had anything to do with that horrible story of the attack and the writing. Sometimes the little girl stopped to think about why she had done it but just could not find any.

We are all better without her... resounded in his ears.

That morning, while Ginny hurried to reach the Herbology greenhouse in a weeping crisis, she had the misfortune of running into Percy Weasley, who, without even saying hello, looked at her in search of some illness before squatting in front of her sister to be at her height. Drying her tears, he said:

"Is there something wrong? You're pale, and I see you cry so often these days"

"Ron ... he and Harry ... and Hermione ... will be expelled ..."

"What?"

"They will be expelled for that business ... the cat ... the poor Mrs Norris ..."

"BUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?" Percy roared in rage. "Oh, please," he added in a slightly softer tone as if he wanted to repair the damage of his sudden outbreak. "Ron and his friends have nothing to do with Filch's cat or the history of the Cham... in short, have nothing to worry about, understand? There was a real misunderstanding and Dumbledore will discover the truth!"

"They were there ... not at the banquet ... and I ..." she stopped suddenly. "They will be expelled ..."

"Now stop!" snapped his angry brother, with a scared frown. "I'm going to write to Mom right away, I'm sorry, I'm a Prefect!" he added to a group of young girls trying to sneak into the second-floor hallway and pointed to his shining brooch. "You should be in class, in the name of Merlin, do not be found anymore ..."

Ginny sighed and hurried away.

Herbology class, together with the Hufflepuffs, could not have been more boring, because nobody, really nobody, seemed to want to talk a lot. Even Professor Sprout noticed it because she continued to look worried at the class, and twenty minutes before the end of the lesson she stopped and looked at them all one by one.

"What's wrong with you today?" She declared, "You have to pay attention to me,"

Colin raised his hand and Professor Sprout motioned for him to speak.

"We're confused, Professor. It's not fair that the first years should not know anything about the Chamber of Secrets and the things that are happening here at Hogwarts, don't you think so, Professor?" he asked quickly and the class that was literally dozing rose to the boy's only words.

"The history of the Chamber of Secrets is just a legend… Where were we, yes, these plants ..."

"A legend that happened on Halloween night," interrupted a pretty Hufflepuff girl named Johanna Roberts, who had blue eyes and thick, curly blonde hair, "It can't be a legend, then!"

"Professor, could you just tell us about it?" urged Christopher Jones excitedly, looking sideways at Colin, who turned his attention from talking on his side to the rest of the class as fast as lightning.

"Yeah, we should know!" Vicky added energetically.

Ginny was sure that Professor Sprout was thinking quickly.

"Well then ... you all know that Hogwarts was founded more than a thousand years ago by the most famous wizards and witches, right? Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin". In the greenhouse, you could have heard drop a pin as everyone paid more attention than they ever lent to a real lesson. "For a few years, the four founders worked together in harmony, but gradually, disagreements arose between them.

Salazar Slytherin wanted to be more selective about students who are admitted to Hogwarts: he was convinced that magical knowledge should be kept in families of wizards, in other words, the Purebloods. A serious quarrel broke out between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and Slytherin left the school"

Ginny was so focused that she did not realize she was about to crush her seedlings.

"Now according to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden Chamber in the school, known as the Chamber of Secrets, and shortly before his departure he sealed it in anticipation of the day when his true heir would come to school, open the Chamber, unleash the horrors that were enclosed and use it to purge the school from all those who were unworthy to study magic "

"The children of Muggles" concluded Demelza Robins in a whisper.

"Do not worry, this is all absolute nonsense!" blurted Professor Sprout, turning red like a pepper, and the patched hat fell from her head. "There is no Chamber of Secrets and no monster ..."

"Monster?" Alice squeaked.

Ginny winced.

"There is nothing! Professor Dumbledore is a great wizard and he couldn't find any Chamber of Secrets!"

"But on Halloween ..." began Vicky Probisher with a glance.

"Whatever happened on Halloween was just a bad joke"

"But if the Chamber of Secrets can only be opened by Slytherin's Heir it is obvious that no one else would be able to find it!" Christopher objected as Ginny stared at Professor Sprout, more confused than ever.

"Nonsense! Nothing exists ... it's a myth ... the bell!" she said relieved.

Ginny gathered her things among murmuring students: everyone had a say on the Chamber of Secrets. Everyone seemed to want to express their opinion, all except Colin Creevey who hopped from one side of the Greenhouse to the other, to hear the opinions of all his friends, since he, being the son of Muggles, did not really know anything about that story.

The subject 'Chamber of Secrets' accompanied the first years to the corridor on the first floor: Ginny had no desire to tell her opinion since she did not really know what to think ... because she had something to do with it, even if indirectly.

"... Harry Potter was at the scene of the crime," Christopher was saying to the Gryffindor class stood in a circle, "and nobody knows what happened the night he was attacked by You-Know-Who. You know what I'm saying? I think he's the Slytherin's Heir!"

"Impossible!" Demelza declared as Colin hanged open his stupefied mouth.

"Harry Potter is not the Slytherin Heir!" snapped Johanna Roberts.

Ginny could no longer feel anything because she was so small in size, that she could not counteract the huge flow of people, much bigger and stronger than her, pushing her toward the Great Hall.

The days passed and the upcoming Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin seemed to eclipse the Chamber of Secrets story, and for the first time, no students, fortunately for teachers, named the story again. The memory, however, still kept Ginny awake, and she continued to cry desperately: she wanted to understand why she had lost her memory, she wanted to understand whether his brother, Harry Potter and Hermione really were able to erase the memory to do the wrongdoing, and she wanted to understand what would have pushed those three to make such a disgusting gesture.

There was no doubt about who the attackers were... Christopher Jones was right: Harry Potter is the Slytherin's heir and he had dragged Ron and Hermione into that Chamber of Secrets business.

But who did she fall in love with, Ginny Weasley? With a monster?

Yet her heart continued to deny evidence ...

"GINNY!" Percy's voice woke Ginny from her thoughts, just minutes before the game, in the empty Gryffindor Common Room, but it was too late to wipe away the tears. "But ... but ... oh my goodness!"

The girl remained silent, sniffling.

"It's not that story again!" exclaimed Percy exasperated.

"W-w-why did they have h-h-hurt the c-cat ..."

Percy pulled her hand and hugged her, quite impatiently.

"You must not think for a moment that our brother had been the attacker!" he retorted trying to contain his anger. "They wouldn't have touched a single hair of hers, okay?"

Easy for Percy, he had not lost his memory, Ginny thought, sobbing.

"Listen, come to the game with me, we'll have fun!"

"N-no ... I have to d-d-do my homework ..." the girl lied in tears.

Percy did not want to let her go but finally gave up and walked through the portrait hole in a hurry.

Ginny snorted. "Now he will write to his mother..."

It seemed like hours had passed, and in fact, the students had arrived back from the game joyfully only after an hour or two (the girl noticed that Gryffindor must have won).

As it darkened the Common Room began to empty itself again, while the last students also left, a familiar voice called her from a distance.

"Ginny! Hey, Ginny!"

Little Weasley looked up from her Transfiguration essay and saw Colin Creevey running towards her with the air of someone wanting to tell a particularly long story. He warmly her with questions like 'Are you okay?' or even 'How are you?' or 'All right?', then sat down in the empty chair next to her and stared at her.

"You did not come to the game, I was sorry, you missed a beautiful Lockhart scene!"

Ginny smiled. "What scene?"

And so Colin threw himself into a long story of what had happened to the game: he talked about the Bulger full of mischief, trying to dislodge Harry at all costs, talked about the fact that he and Malfoy almost a kind of battle in air to catch the Golden Snitch, how Harry had won but as a cost had broken all the bones in his arm, and that Lockhart tried to fix the bones in the boy's arm but ended up making them completely disappear. He even showed her a picture of Harry, where he covered his face and a kind of rubber arm lies in his lap.

"In short, I'm going to visit him... now he's in the infirmary," Colin said seriously.

"Ooh, I do not think you can! Look, it's already past curfew," Ginny cautioned.

"I'll go by, and I'd be happier if you would come with me. I promise we won't do anything wrong"

Ginny was almost moved: she had to admit that she had not been spending her time with Colin. But that evening, she almost didn't want to go away from him, since he was the only one to cheer her up (except of course Tom Riddle), but ...

"No, I'll wait for you here"

Colin did not easily give up but finally nodded exhaustedly and walked through the portrait hole alone, while Ginny chased her diary out of her robe, now that the Common Room was completely empty.

Dear Tom, I spent my day crying today. As usual, though.

Dear Ginny, how are you telling me this? Talk to me about it.

Ginny told of her day, and how the Chamber of Secrets event was constantly influencing her mood. Tom Riddle was very understanding and gave her all sorts of advice that she would not have to cry anymore because now she was strong.

The girl, relieved, also told him about Colin Creevey, and that they had spent their time together the first time in a while, and that she had really missed it while she was constantly alone or accompanied by some of her brothers.

He's very spontaneous, but I heard him say he does not believe what Christopher said about Harry Potter being the Slytherin's Heir. I don't know what to think ... I look a little like Colin, only he's a Muggle's son.

Is your friend a muggle-born?

Oh yes. His father is a milkman you know, I think it's a job that has to do with milk ...

And then the darkness and silence …

"FOR THE LOVE OF HEAVEN, LITTLE MISS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

A shrieking voice reached Ginny's ears and the girl jumped, looking around: she was outside the picture of the Fat Lady and ... again that feeling! She can't remember anything, no matter how hard she tried.

What the hell was she doing there? Why was she out? How had she come here?

Her head seemed to be like her hair: in flames.

"These first-year students… more curious than anyone!" the Fat Lady shouted. "If a professor sees you, you're in trouble... you know what happens to curious ones, do you not? Maybe some of the rules escape you in the first year ..."

Ginny let her talk, still looking around, then went through the hole in the portrait with a gap in the stomach that could not mean anything good: for sure, something terrible had happened.

So that, ikkle firsties is the chapter. Hope you liked it, again updates might be a bit slow, you know with the GCSEs and all.

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