Ginny blinked...

Her heart was pounding against her chest .She was indeed in her room.. sitting on the floor near the window in, her face was leaning against the window, the whole time .. time did go, but her nightmares didn't understand that a full year had passed since the chamber of secrets incident.

But this wasn't a nightmare, this was reality.. the real thing Tom Riddle had told her after taking her there... No one knew about it, not a soul.

Since she got home after her second year, she didn't talk with her family that much. Ginny can feel that they are worried about her, but she didn't care, her second year at Hogwarts wasn't magical, like she expected as a child.In school,Everyone around her just questioned her about how she got taken by the monster, even rumors started to fly..

But she had no answer for them..

How could she answer? how? It was all because of her, all because of her that the chamber of secrets opened in the first place, people got attacked.. she was the reason . If just she hadn't -

Ginny continued to lean against the window, it felt comforting, it has always been. She couldn't count how many nights she had leaned against this window after getting a nightmare , yeah she got them everyday..

As for the situation in her home, everyone tried to talk to her, her mom and dad, her brothers.But when they came to talk, she had just yelled at her brothers to leave her alone..as for mom and dad, they talked but she didn't open up that much.. It was too hard for her, too hard.

But Hermione, Ron and Harry's best friend, yeah, she was here, came two days ago. Because Ginny's family had invited her to join them in the soon happening quidditch world cup's final match which they will be going to see. Ginny was sharing her room with Hermione . She was a nice girl , Ginny would say as they talk several times in her second year,

Especially in that Dementor incident on the train, she was so scared and crying but Hermione had held her..

They were sharing a room now,and had talked to each other sometimes, but most of the time she had just hung out with Ron. But in their several talks, Hermione had managed to bring up the chamber incident asking how she was doing . Ginny didn't know how to say that to her, she was not a sibling so she could yell or she could just really try not to talk that much like she did with her parents. Ahh she was even pretty sure that Ron or her parents told Hermione to talk to her .

She just said she was fine. Fine? actually?

But again it was too hard for her, too hard.

Hermione was not in the room now, she was downstairs. But why did she go there? Breakfast was over ages ago. Why?. Ginny scratched her head with her finger trying to remember what Hermione said to her before going ...

Oh, yeah. Ginny's mind filled with information as she remembered, Hermione was going to see Harry, yeah Harry was coming today, nearly at this time, maybe he came here already she didn't know .. Thinking about Harry made her mind go back to the chamber again, He was there, He destroyed Tom and saved her life,or otherwise, she would be dead now, not here sitting and leaning head against the window ... Dead..

As for Harry , yeah she had a crush on him in her first year , that seemed ages ago . But not now , it faded away after Tom riddle had betrayed her and their friendship, she didn't feel that crush thing anyway. He was now just a normal person for her, like everyone else..

Ginny brought her mind out of the thoughts, she was thinking too much, she just should drink water and refresh her mind , Ginny looked over the small side table beside her bed, there was indeed a jar and a glass, but all empty, ahhh. She has to go to downs- -tairs to get water, ahh that was ridiculous,

Ginny rose from the window side, there was a small dressing table in her room with a small mirror. Her reflection started back at her as she went to it, she was wearing a light brown top and an old sky blue colored jeans, she thought, she looked fine in that. Expect her hair, no it was fine but it was like a habit of Ginny to brush her hair often though it was perfect. But When she looked at her table she couldn't find her lilac color hairbrush, her favorite one, where was it? She really needed that, because beside being the favorite , it was the only fine brush of her, rest of them were somehow broken. She should just ask her mom about that.

So she really needed to go downstairs huh?

Ignore the grammatical mistakes*

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