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The suspects and Ginny's Valentine

Dear Tom Riddle ... wrote the girl deep in the cover of her dormitory.

She could not believe that a diary had something to do with that story of the Chamber of Secrets, with Slytherin's Heir. It was after all just a stupid small possession of her own, but everything unknowingly falls into place. Hadn't she been talking to Tom Riddle every time her memory escaped her? Hadn't she always ended up in a place without knowing how she got there? It was an idea too strange, but Ginny had to admit to herself, that she suspected her friend Tom.

Hi Ginny, I was just thinking of you.

Did a diary think? How many other things would she have to endure from this, the poor girl? Not knowing what the hell was sensible to write, she simply scribbled down the first things that came to mind.

Really?

Oh yes, how are you?

Not well. Today there was another assault and I found myself next to Justin's body, the guy from the club I was telling you about ... it's weird, don't you think so? I talk to you and then I lose my memory and assaults happen ...

If you want to know, I do not find anything strange at all.

He seemed cold, detached ... while Ginny's eyes widened with surprise at the fact that he had confessed what she feared most in the world. She no longer knew what to answer but Tom Riddle did something he had never done in all those time before.

Anyway, I thought of you today. I wondered if you'd like to share some of my secrets.

The girl trembled even more: what the hell did that mean? What did it mean to share some of his secrets? It was usually Ginny who confessed all her secrets, Tom Riddle was a diary, a diary had no secrets, right? Or no... was Tom Riddle really just a diary? That business was becoming dangerous.

Yes, I would like it. she answered to see what will happen.

I was at Hogwarts too, in Slytherin's house.

Are you a ghost?

A memory kept in a diary for fifty years. My father was a Muggle and my mother was a witch, heir to Salazar Slytherin. My mother died a few hours after giving birth to me, after giving me my father's name. When she died, I was left in a muggle orphanage. I lived there until I was eleven, then Albus Dumbledore came to visit and told me that I could attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was very happy, but I already knew that I was special: I could move objects without touching them, I made animals do what I wanted without training them, and I could hurt whoever that tried to hurt me. I loved collecting treasures, you know? Little souvenirs- everything of value, or at least had value to me, like a medallion ... or a ring ...fascinating things, aren't they?

Ginny kept reading his story, and with every single word she read she was feeling increasingly sick. Her head was spinning and had a nauseating feeling, and almost had no strength to continue holding the diary in her hand.

She was weak.

I was a gifted wizard, a model student. Very different from you, in fact ... I was surrounded by a people but loved acting alone. I did not need anyone's opinion, I did not need anyone's help …

Tom Riddle went on, on and on talking about himself, talking about "his secrets". By the end of the story, Ginny was very sick and did not even know why. She could not understand why she's been told that story and did not want to know anything more: she closed the diary with a sharp blow and rushed out of the Gryffindor Tower, hiding from the students passing through the corridors. Many times she stumbled, many more times she had to lean against the walls clutching her chest before being able to continue… but why?

A part of her was terrified by that situation, the other seemed to enjoy it ... a feeling too strange to be described, too strange to be explained to the sane: she had the impression of not being her sometimes.

She reached the Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and locked herself in, thanking God that the ghost was not there. She began trying to work her mind, not knowing what to do with that goddamn cheat diary and started pacing back and forth. Suddenly an idea hit her: rushing to a cubicle, she hurled the diary into the toilet and pulled the flushing lever: the diary pierced through the head of Moaning Myrtle before the ghost had time to look or scream at her, Ginny had already slipped away running fast.

Days and days have passed since Ginny decided not to trust her diary, and every day was a different nightmare. Every occasion seemed different, but she always felt weak, something wicked and bad lurking beneath her skin... It was as if something inside her that wasn't even herself was fighting to go and retrieve the diary, as if her mind is on the side of Tom Riddle without suspicions or anything. Because now, he was a part of her, on one side other she was afraid of him ... but the other side was suspicious, restless.

A feeling that she could not explain herself lived inside her.

The reddish flush that usually lived in his cheeks had vanished, and was replaced by a mask of pale sadness: Ginny had a sunken face, two dark circles around her eyes that looked deeper than the Great Lake, and her body even thinner than usual where they could be glimpsed. the little bones.

Christmas also wasn't like any other year, that the girl almost regretted being dragged by the twins on the choice of not going to see Bill in Egypt: she loved Bill and really wished to see him, but maybe the twins were right when they said that Bill will probably not see her at all with the other girl that is his girlfriend buzzing around like an annoying insect.

The little Weasley fell asleep in class more often than ever, it was hard to stay attentive in class while the remorse for letting Tom Riddle's diary drown in a Moaning Myrtle's bathroom painfully clung at her. She had checked the toilet over and over again, but found no trace of the diary. She had even been tempted to ask the ghost if she had seen it around, or if someone had come in and took it, but held back as she imagined Myrtle's response.

On the evening of the 13th of February, Ginny went to the dormitory with Percy's voice ringing in her ears: he kept telling her that she was pale, and that she no longer looked like herself, but the reality was that not even the little girl could explain all that …

On the morning of Valentine's Day, little Weasley awoke with a start.

She had dreamt about Tom Riddle: his features were blurred, she no longer remembered his face, but she was sure she had seen him in the dream but just couldn't remember: his hair was black and rebellious like Harry's, and he wore Hogwarts uniform but with the Slytherin colors green and silver, he was young ... he was a student just like her ... but that was unimportant. He was furious with her for abandoning him, and that dream hurt Ginny more than anything, giving her a lump in her throat that was too painful to relieve.

"Hi," said the voice of Demelza Robins when Ginny reached the Common Room.

"Hi, how are not you at breakfast?"

"I was waiting for you"

Waiting for...? Ginny felt a flush of affection towards that shy and kind girl.

"You were upset last night, I got worried, do you often have those nightmares?" she asked in her usual shy tone.

"Oh no ... I think it's... because of Colin..." Ginny answered, though untruthfully.

"Right, stupid me!" she blushed violently: she seemed to be on the verge of crying. "Want to go downstairs?"

The two girls passed through the portrait hole and walked slowly away from the Gryffindor common room, chatting about their lessons, chatting about this and that, talking about things that couldn't trouble Ginny, and the memories of the dream quickly vanished. She reigned tranquillity when she spoke to Demelza Robins and that was a fortune.

"Vicky could not wait ... see, she had an appointment with her Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw friends," the girl was saying. "She knows a lot of people and even knew them before she came here. The parents of most first-year kids are friends with Vicky's parents because they work with the Ministry, I wonder why I don't know anyone, since my mother works at the Ministry too..."

Ginny chuckled: even her father worked at the Ministry and she didn't know anyone, so she told Demelza.

"Why did you not go with her, Demelza?" Ginny asked. "I don't think Vicky is as bad as ... Alice and Rose... to leave you alone."

"Yes, you're right, but I was the one who refused ... there were all those people!"

Ginny thought that Demelza's problem with being in a group was shyness, a little like her.

It was hard to talk to someone when there were a lot of talkative girls, and you were the only one that's a little shy: Ginny was not friends with Vicky but if the girl had asked her to join her and her friends, she would have made the same choice as Demelza, even if in other times she would have boldly accepted.

Sometimes she wondered what and where the real Ginny Weasley was ...

The two girls walked a little further and soon reached the Great Hall- which did not resemble the Great Hall: the walls were covered with bright pink flowers like the dress that Lockhart showed off in their second lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts (which to say was probably the least memorable), and from the ceiling hung heart-shaped confetti.

"Oooh, Vicky was right then!" exclaimed Demelza delightedly.

Ginny liked all that pink, and as she reached the Gryffindor table she looked towards the teachers' table: Lockhart was wearing that bright pink dress, and the teachers sat by his side petrified, and as in the case of Snape disgusted. The situation at the house weren't much different, and the Gryffindor table was immersed in a disgusted silence, as if they had given everyone a nice big glass of Ossofast: Ritchie was stunned, Christopher was amused, William had an indefinable face, impossible to say if he were surprised at all or about to vomit. As for Alice and Rose they were as electrified as ever, and they kept smiling at everyone, as Vicky caught up with a beaming smile and sat down with them.

Ginny's thought went unhesitantly to Colin, to his face if he had seen all this, and especially Lockhart's dress ... she felt a strange sense of despair and could not believe that his heart would not again be beating until the Mandrake potion had been ready.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" suddenly exclaimed Lockhart, making them wince. "And my thanks to the forty-six people who sent me a greeting card! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all — and it doesn't end here!"

He clapped his hands elegantly and theatrically, and from the Entrance Hall came a dozen surly-looking little dwarfs that looked incredibly like the garden gnomes Ginny had at the Burrow: they had golden wings and a harp just like little evil cupids, because the impression was a bit of that.

"My covetous friends, postmen of love!" he announced fervently. "Today they will go around the whole school, delivering your Valentine's wishes! And the fun does not end here: I'm sure my colleagues will want to share the spirit of the party, why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion! And while you're at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met!"

Ginny watched Professor Flitwick turn red and covered his face in his hands, while Snape narrowed his eyes threateningly, as if he warning the students that whoever dared to ask him about Love Potions risked the absolute poisoning.

Everyone laughed at the Gryffindor table and Christopher was just pointing to Snape howling with laughter.

"So, you two, who are you going to give your Valentine?" Vicky asked mischievously and Ginny immediately turned to Harry Potter, who was having breakfast with his brother and Hermione Granger.

A Valentine to Harry? The proposal was so tempting ... and why not? After all, Valentine's Day was anonymous, Ginny could not go to flaunt the four winds. And certainly the boy, after all the bad things he had received in those days, would have appreciated a statement because it meant that not all people believed him a murderer cheat delinquent. Ginny was ashamed of what he thought of him and wanted to fix it, even if Harry would never know that the note was from the sister of his best friend: at eleven you could not be in love but Ginny felt a feeling too strong for Harry Potter, who gave her trembles in her legs and remarkable glow of heat on her skin, and she was tired of being ignored by him.

She had to get noticed and she had to do something!

"I don't think I'll send a Valentine," said Demelza, shy but sincere.

"And you Ginny?" urged Vicky seeing her enchanted. "Who are you looking at?"

"Oh ... I ..."

"I will not tell anyone, I promise!"

"I wasn't looking at anyone, really..." Ginny lied convincingly and the smile disappeared from the blonde's face.

It was time to act!

During her lessons, Ginny began worked hard and struggled to find good rhymes: she was going to send an anonymous musical Valentine to Harry. That idea had already been used by a couple of third-year girls and Ginny, having eavesdropped on their conversations in the bathroom, took a cue from there, and could not wait for her nursery rhyme to be ready.

Naturally, she had not said anything to Demelza or Vicky, while she would certainly have told Colin, but each time the two girls' eyes met hers, they start twinkling with a certain curiosity, as if they knew that Ginny had been finding rhymes dedicated to a boy, or rather, dedicated to that boy.

"Um ... His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad..." Ginny said in a very low voice as Professor Lockhart questioned Rose about the spells he had performed in A Snack With Death. "This rhyme is fine ... but this does not convince me: the hero who conquered the You-Know-Who ... no, the Dark Lord ..."

The bell rang, and Ginny, satisfied, was the first to leave the class. She wandered through the corridors, almost running the risk of being late to Potions with Snape, but she did not care. She only cared about finding a dwarf to which she could leave her musical Valentine and finally found it, for her misfortune, right next to the classroom where the second year Slytherins had just finished their class.

"Sorry ..." the girl embarrassed.

"A Valentine for a loved one, miss?" the dwarf asked in a brisk tone and with a croaking voice. "Give it to me and you will see it delivered in no time, trust... give it to me, give it to me!"

Ginny handed him the rose-decorated card.

"This is for ... it's ... Harry Potter," he said softly, starting to turn red like a sunset. "And uh ... it's a musical Valentine..."

"Ooooh, who knows a Weasley that made a musical Valentine's Day!" exclaimed a shuffling voice- Draco Malfoy's shuffling voice- and Ginny looked at him in terror: did he realize that it was Harry Potter? No, impossible. "Perhaps to the rejection from society ..." he added, pretending to take pictures with an invisible camera and the girl understood it to be a particularly bad impression of Colin Creevey.

"Colin is not a rejection of society!" she cried and ran away before Malfoy could reply.

The lessons of the afternoon continued in the best way, especially that of Charms with Professor Flitwick: Alice even had the courage to ask the boys to try the enchanting spells that Lockhart had spoken at breakfast, and the little professor performed, although quite reluctantly. Ginny wanted to master that spell but she was too young for that.

Only the Transfiguration lesson was left of the late afternoon, in the classroom next to Charms, shared with the Ravenclaws. At the door, they clashed with the Gryffindors and Slytherins of the second year, which little Weasley found embarrassing: Who knows if Harry had already received his Valentine and had already guessed who sent it...

"HARRY POTTER!" called a dwarf. "Oy, just you, Harry Potter!"

It was the dwarf to whom Ginny had given his little note, which made its way through the crowd kicking people's shins, and it was not long before Ginny fell to the ground so much in such a small body that she caught a glimpse of poor Christopher Jones: Harry Potter was about to receive his Valentine right there, in front of all those people and especially in the presence of Draco Malfoy.

"I have a music message to deliver to Harry Potter himself!" the dwarf shouted, pulling the boy by his bag.

"Let me go!" Harry growled and his bag tore: all his stuff fell in the corridor, causing an annoying traffic jam.

"What's going on here?" asked Draco Malfoy irritably.

"What's all this commotion?" Percy came up.

Lupus in Fabula, Ginny thought in a desperate way as the students huddled even more. A hallucinatory picture: Harry Potter, Malfoy, his brother Percy and the crowd of students. What was supposed to happen today to make everything go wrong?

Harry picked up his stuff but the dwarf threw him onto the ground, sat down on his ankles to keep him from moving and with a gloating air on his face said, "Well, here's your musical Valentine!"

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a blackboard.

I wish he was mine, he's truly divine,

the hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

Death would have been preferable.

Ginny became a color similar to the brownish eyes of his eyes as the crowd laughed out loud at her absurd nursery rhyme loving and mawkish (some of them, including Alice, Rose and Christopher, even had tears in their eyes with laughter): But what had she drunk when Ginny had the idea of that damned Valentine? The Whiskey Incendiary? She knew it could have such effects ...

Or maybe it was just her stupidity?

"OFF YOU GO TO CLASS! GO!" Percy shouted as he tried to get the students away from there. "Get away, let's go!" The bell has gone five minutes ago, all into the classrooms, now! You too, Malfoy! "

But Malfoy was busy: Ginny saw him stoop to the ground and grab a black little book off the ground, which must surely belong to Harry. He showed it greedily to Crabbe and Goyle, his two loyal companions, and little Weasley almost got a heart attack. She would have preferred to repeat the Valentine that she had done for Harry Potter to the whole world millions of times, to get back the diary of Tom Riddle, found by the boy in the bathroom.

She completely panicked: what if Tom Riddle had told him all her secrets as punishment or revenge? What if he was going to tell him all the girl's suspicions and all the confidences she had revealed only to his friend Tom?

Ginny looked from Harry to Malfoy, terrified.

"Give it back!"

"Wonder what's Potter written in here?"

"Give it to me, Malfoy," Percy said firmly.

"Not before taking a look"

"As Prefect of the school ..."

"Expelliarmus!" Harry disarmed Malfoy and the diary flew into the hands of Ron, who grinned broadly: Ginny wanted to vanish into thin air.

"Harry!" Percy roared, raising his voice. "No spells in the corridors, I'll have to report!"

It had been a huge mistake for Ginny to get rid of the diary, and she needs to get it back soon, before it was too late. She was already thinking, still shaken and terrified, for a way to get it back to herself when Malfoy, as she passed him to get into the class, furiously shouted at her the only thing that could have made the situation worse:

"I do not think Potter liked your valentine much!"

Ginny felt herself dying inside, and covering her face with his hands, raced into the classroom.

So that's it, hope you liked it.

Next: Tom Riddle acts again

Editor: Helena Heansilton

Se y'all soon

~Ermory