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The Chamber of Secrets

"From now on, all students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock in the evening" Professor McGonagall announced to all the Gryffindors, who were crammed into the common room.

Ginny had never seen McGonagall enter the Gryffindor Tower but this was an exception. The girl was not so sure to be seeing well, judging from her tearful, glassy and terrified eyes that gave her a completely guilty air: that very day there was another double attack on Hermione and Penelope Clearwater, Percy's girlfriend, and security measures that the teachers were putting in were, to say the least, 'strict'.

"No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matches are to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities."

No Gryffindor complained that teachers would also have to accompany them all to the bathroom and Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team (as Vicky had said) had not dared to breathe a word, so were the other boys in the team, including the twins, who also seemed to be deeply regretting this situation.

Ginny was only half listening to McGonagall as she sat in an armchair near her: she couldn't spare her mind for anything but what happened, she could not help but think ... it seemed almost a bunch of nonsense, nonsense that did not admit evidence, yet everything coincides perfectly...

All she believed came out right.

"Needless to say, I have rarely experienced such anguish," said Professor McGonagall, breaking that deadly silence. "And it is likely that the school will be closed, unless the culprit is caught. I would strongly recommend anyone who thinks they know something about this to come forward"

She turned on his heels and struggled out of the portrait hole while Ginny, anguished as the teacher, got up from the chair to go straight to her dormitory for a good night's sleep, even if with what was buzzing in her mind, sleep would come before dawn, after which she would have to present herself in class.

"That's two Gryffindors down, not counting a Gryffindor ghost, one Ravenclaw, and one Hufflepuff," commented Lee Jordan, the best friend of the twins. "Haven't any of the teachers noticed that the Slytherins are all safe?"

But Ginny no longer believed that it took a Slytherin to open the Chamber of Secrets, no longer believed what was the true legend. Still, she could never attack people, she would never do it. She felt like a rag, how could she be doing something so horrible? She was afraid of squashing an insect, she was afraid of throwing out the garden gnomes at the Burrow, let alone being capable of attacking a person! However, the red paint for the message on the wall, the cock feathers for some reason, the empty memory when strange things happened ... everything points to this!

But, what the girl was wondering, was how did she attack people against her will?

She shuddered, trying to find answers, and hiding under the sheets she had another crisis of tears.

When she found that Demelza, Vicky, Alice and Rose are still waiting to fall asleep, she decided that perhaps it would be better to go down to the common room to stay alone for a little, at least there she was not constantly watched: every single moan or noise that she made would silencing her dorm mates, who seemed to be listening every time to know what she was doing.

She reached the common room and, unfortunately, she still found people there, including Percy, who came to meet her immediately.

"Ginny ..." he said wildly. "Listen, you know something about this story?"

Despite his sudden interest in her, the girl was also petrified by the fact that Percy had arrived immediately to the point: had he suspected her?

"Well, it's been days I repeated that you're pale, thin ... I'm worried ... didn't you see what happened to Penelope? Hermione, Ron's friend?" he said with eyes full of concern. "What I want to tell you is that if you know something, anything, you have to say it.

"If I knew anything I would have said it ..." Ginny muttered, her tone of voice betraying her, and Percy did not seem convinced.

Between her dorm mates who did not suspect anything, and Percy who repeatedly tells her the usual things and who now seemed to be accusing her of attacking people, she preferred her dorm mates: coming back up again and closing the canopy curtains, she wrote to Tom Riddle, whom she really needed at a time so difficult.

Dear Tom.

Hi! How's your life, Ginny?

You know how? A real disgust. Percy keeps telling me I'm pale and I do not look like myself anymore, I think he suspects me. Today there was another assault and I do not know where I was ... Oh, Tom, what should I do? Maybe I'm going crazy. I think I'm the one that's attacking everyone, Tom!

By the time she wrote those words, she burst into desperate sobs again.

It is not possible! Don't you create these paranoias, okay? Riddle scolded her. You have nothing to do with these attacks, it has nothing to do with you ... the attacker must have targeted you because you had certainly found him with his hands in the bag and he removed your memory. So now he is persecuting you.

Do you think that's Tom? I'm afraid! I would never kill anyone, really!

You have nothing to do with this story, dear Ginny. Trust me.

I'll do it Tom, I promise.

A dense hallucinatory chest forced the little Weasley to collapse onto her bed in pain, until the oblivion of sleep welcomed her into his arms, making her forget all the rest.

In the days that followed the vigilance was so strict that many students wondered if Hogwarts had become a military school instead of a school of magic, but that was just thoughts to cheer them up, because everyone knew the danger they were facing. Now no one laughed and the students who moved around the school only in groups, looking around with a worried and tensed.

The summer was coming fast but nobody could enjoy it: they were all forced to remain segregated to the castle.

Ginny had not been visiting Colin for a long time, and could not even see him again since Madam Pomfrey had been very strict about that circumstance.

I'm sorry, no visits. There's chance the attacker might come back to finish those people off. She had said harshly, speaking to her through the crack in the door.

Another thing that worried the students was the sudden removal of Dumbledore from the school, and if Ginny asked Percy anything to understand more about that story, he blew angry and told her that he knew nothing, which was quite impossible, but the girl ascribed that to how he felt about the attack on Penelope: she always felt so, whenever something happened ... she felt constantly guilty.

"So, I wished to inform you that the exams will be starting in a week, on the first of June" Snape was announcing to the Potions class, as the Gryffindor and Slytherin students finished taking notes next to their cauldrons: Ginny was alone and William turned to look at her as if he was genuinely sorry about leaving her for Rose.

"Exams?" moaned Christopher Jones, opening his mouth wide open.

"Yes, Mr. Jones, you understood it well: exams," Snape said unctuously. "The only reason to keep the school open is for the sake of providing education for you students, but it seems as though many of you enjoy basking in ignorance"

Harper and Astoria Greengrass chuckled, pointing to Christopher who thinned his eyes, face turning purple.

After class, the boy went through the basement grumbling that Snape should not be so rude to Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students as Vicky protested that first-year students should not be taking exams, because they were already too traumatised for the things that had happened, but Demelza did not take any compromise and for her Snape had been right, even though she said it reluctantly.

The days passed and the exams were getting closer and closer: another weight that poor Ginny Weasley had to endure. What had she learnt that year? What if she loses her memory again and be expelled? That one would have been a catastrophe. Demelza, noticing her nervousness, told her that this was only a good sign since she was more nervous when she got to the exams- something that Ginny did not cheer up at.

Dear Tom, good morning. Ginny wrote one morning before going down for breakfast.

Dear Ginny, how are you feeling today?

My stomach is completely closed: three days are left before exams. I would rather be petrified myself, Tom ... and what if something happens and I get expelled? My mother will not be able to bear it, it will be such a shame. This year I have not learnt anything, except that when bad things happen I lose my memory.

The knot in her stomach became nothing short of painful.

I could do something for you, in fact, you could do something for yourself. Riddle answered.

What do you mean? Ginny wrote , she did not understand where her friend wanted to go.

Do you remember what you said to me after taking your diary from Harry Potter's trunk?

Yes, Tom. I told you ... if you could excuse me.

And what else?

Ginny forced herself to remember.

I told you I would do anything to make you forgive me.

Good! Tom Riddle said. The day has come. You have to do something for me, but since we are friends you will do it especially for yourself, do you understand what I mean? A simple goodbye message on the second floor wall and going down a certain place will suffice. I will totally forgive you, you know.

The little girl let her diary roll on the bed and looked at it as if it was infected: she had not understood at all the fact that she should do something for Riddle and consequently for herself. And then ... a simple goodbye message on the second-floor wall? Under the words of the Chamber of Secrets? And go to a certain place? But why?

There was something strange about that: the part closest to Ginny told her not to trust, the other could not wait to execute the orders ... it was too strange a sensation to be described, that little Weasley was scared by that.

I must do it! She said to himself.

And why should you? A little voice in her ear told her.

I have to obey, Tom Riddle is my friend.

No, why? I'm scared, it's too dangerous.

What a hell of a coward I am, I have to hurry up.

NO!

Ginny took a deep breath and then wrote in her diary: Why are you asking me this, Tom?

You will do it? Tom asked, ignoring her question.

I don't know. Ginny answered, fighting, her expression filled with tension and nervousness.

Perhaps now have been the time to finally talk about it with someone, she had to reveal everything! This story needs to end ... in three days there would be exams too and she won't be able to do it because of all those things happening clogging her mind. She had to act right away, she had to tell someone. Maybe Percy ... or the twins ... but no, Ron! Yes, she had to tell her brother Ron and Harry, those who were solving the mystery.

Yes, she will talk to them ...

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were right at the Gryffindor table, far from indiscreet eyes, and were sitting alone while having breakfast: it was perfect, it would be easy to tell them everything.

Ginny made her way towards them, and sat down next to Ron. At that precise moment in which she took her place she had a twinge in her heart, a painful twinge that made her regret that she was there to tell the whole story to the two boys. She wanted to go back, she wanted the protection of her parents and never wanted to come to Hogwarts ... she wanted that weight not to lie on her shoulders, the weight of guilt.

"What's up?" Ron asked, between spoonfuls of porridge.

Ginny had a nervous, tense look as she scanned the whole Gryffindor table. She gripped her hands in her lap with a terrified expression, rocking back and forth imperceptibly.

"Spit it out," Ron said, staring at her.

"I have to tell you something," Ginny stammered, not even brushing Harry's eyes.

"What is it?"

"What?"

Why the hell am I going to tell everything to my brother and Harry Potter? She wondered.

They can help me.

It is pretty useless to talk with these two.

I have to tell someone what's happening to me!

The inner conflict flared up, but to who should Ginny listen? But then ... what should she ever say? She could never say, 'Hey guys, I think I'm the one attacking everyone. Negative side? I'm an aggressor. Silver lining? I attack people against my will. You two must help me and do not report me, okay? "

Perhaps she had to explain it more calmly ... she had to show the diary ...

"Is it something about the Chamber of Secrets, have you seen someone, or someone acting oddly?" Harry asked softly as he leaned forward so that only Ginny and Ron could hear.

The girl took a deep breath and looked at the faces of the two boys, then ...

"If you've finished eating, I'll sit that seat, Ginny." Percy's voice made her jump and she got up from the bench as if she'd been electrically shocked, and glanced at Percy frightenedly.

By now it was too late, she could not do it in front of Percy, and perhaps it was better that his brother had intervened: she would never have been able to say it all without being misunderstood, she couldn't say anything sensible or maybe if she had shown the diary to the two boys to see what she was doing, to see if ... no. She trusted Tom Riddle and was almost ashamed of herself: he just wanted to help her and she behaved contemptuously.

She ran up the corridors as they were clearing.

I'm on the second floor, Tom. What should I do? she wrote quickly, before anyone saw her.

Her mind was clear, clear of any thought except to carry out the orders of Tom Riddle. A strange feeling was again taking possession of her, as if she had left the real Ginny to rot somewhere, and a new Ginny was born: she trusted Tom Riddle too much, she had no choice.

I'm glad you accept my help, I almost thought you wanted to behave contemptuously with me. Riddle said. In the bathroom, on the second floor, you will find a can of red paint and you will use it to write the following message: her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever. Hide the paint in the bathroom and stay there. I'll give you more directions when you're done. Trust me.

Ginny's eyes turned glassy, and she performed.

Ginny remembered everything she had done, and had done something terrible but remembered. She remembered that she had written the message, remembered she had just pronounced 'open up' and immediately a sink had came to life, opening to reveal a black and ugly pipe, she remembered that under the order of Tom Riddle she had fallen into the pipe and had the sensation of being sucked into an endless well, a nightmare that she would not have wished even to her worst enemy, remembered to have crossed a tunnel following the trail of a giant snake skin, remembered how the coil had twisted as she passed ...

She was in a long, dimly lit room.

Little Weasley began to advance among the columns, legs trembling, and reaching the last row of columns she found herself at the foot of a large statue that depicted an ancient and ape-like face of an old wizard. She no longer knew what to do, she only knew that she was in grave danger... and when she opened the diary to understand what was happening, the object had an incredible thrill, a vibration that could have been felt up to miles away.

Ginny dropped the diary and a light blinded her as a tall, charming sixteen-year-old boy came out of the diary: his outlines seemed fuzzy as if the little girl saw him through a tarnished glass.

He looked at her smiling, and spoke in a soothing voice:

"Welcome to the Chamber of Secrets, Ginny Weasley"

Dun dun duuuuun, and that people was the chamber of secrets! Spoiler alert this fanfiction has 79 chapters!

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