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Ginny's Riddle by Levana
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Format: Short story
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 4,568
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Horror/Dark, Romance, Angst
Characters: Voldemort, Ginny
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 10/16/2011
Last Chapter: 01/30/2012
Last Updated: 01/30/2012

Summary:



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Ginny Weasley was normally a sensible girl; always doing what she was told, but when it came to a certain boy, she would do anything for him. She couldn't figure him out, but there was just something so intoxicatingly addicting about him.

 Note: This story takes place during the Chamber of Secrets.

Chapter 3: Halloween
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Over the next few weeks Ginny fell in to a steady routine. She would have the most peculiar but wonderful dreams about Tom Riddle at night, wake up to her doormats slamming the door shut, go to her lessons and skip dinner to talk to Tom. Every day it was the same routine, but it made her happy. It gave her something to look forward to during the day. Tom was always in her mind day and night. Always present and always welcome. He was a comforting thought to have. He was the only person, other than her parents, that has always been there and caring for her.

Ginny’s routine, however, was not very good for her. She was passing her classes, but only barely, and she always seemed to be sick. She had bags under her eyes and always seemed puckish. Even her hair and skin didn’t seem to have their normal luster. All in all she had a very dull slightly gray appearance to her. Her brothers did not seem too worried. They all assumed she had just caught the flu or the cold. Percy even bullied her into going to Madam Pomfrey and getting a Pepperup Potion. However, this did not make Ginny better at all. It just made her more upset because she looked like she was one fire, with her red hair and the steam coming out of her.

“Hullo Ginny!” and excited voice said to Ginny.

Ginny opened her eyes sleepily and saw the form of Collin Creevy standing in front of the table she had been sleeping at in the common room. Ginny lifted her head up from where she had been propping it up with her hand.

“Hello Collin,” She yawned smoothing the wrinkles out of the essay she had been sleeping on.

“It’s Halloween!” he said excitedly, “Are you coming to the feast?”

Ginny looked up in surprise. It was Halloween already. Where did September and October go? It felt like yesterday she had picked up Tom’s diary up for the first time. “I really am tired, I don’t think I’m going to the feast,” she said

Collin looked slightly crestfallen, but he nodded anyway and left Ginny alone on the common room. Ginny went up to the common room and changed into her night clothing. For the first time Ginny did not talk to Tom first, though she did put the diary under her pillow for later. Ginny fell asleep with the comfort of the diary clutched in her hand under her pillow.

Ginny smiled in her sleep; the only place that she has been truly happy for the past few weeks. Since the beginning of the school year it had been her sanctuary. The place she could go to get away from her teasing brothers and classmates who would not talk to her. She was hoping they would get over it, but they didn’t. They just would not talk to her. The only one who made attempts at talking to her was Collin Creevy. He was slightly annoying, but she was glad that she at least had someone to talk to during school.

Ginny rolled over in her sleep without waking up, although, her facial expression changed. It changed from a peaceful smile to look of pure admiration and infatuation.

Ginny walked to their normal tree by the lake and waited for Tom to com. He was sometimes late since he was a prefect. Ginny admired that about him. He was a brilliant student and a prefect. It also helped that he was handsome. Ginny shook her head slightly, she should not be thinking like this! Besides, she likes Harry, not Tom. Tom is just a friend.

Her vision blurred for a moment and she blinked her eyes confusedly. Who is Harry? She wondered.

Ginny saw Tom coming down the hill towards the tree. She hurriedly tried to compose herself before he arrived. She sat back against the trunk of the tree and smoothed down her silky red locks, and pretended to admire the beauty of the autumn scenery around her.

“Hello Ginny Darling,” greeted Tom as he came up to the tree and sat down beside Ginny.

Ginny blushed, but tried not to let her slight embarrassment show as she greeted Tom back. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments. Tom looked as if he was admiring the world around them, a slight calculating look in his eyes. Ginny was lost in her own thoughts. She knew she liked Tom; there was no doubt about that. However, how much she liked Tom remained to be seen. There was still something nagging at the back of her thoughts. Like she was forgetting someone, but she couldn’t quite put her finger one it. It was an enigma to her…for now.

“Beautiful this time of year isn’t it?” stated Tom, breaking the silence. He was still looking out over the lake and into the trees.

Ginny looked up, not fully there, but replied none the less, “Yes, it’s my favorite time of the year.”

Tom glanced sharply at Ginny, though she didn’t notice. He had sensed the vacant tone in her voice that suggested that she was not fully there. He searched his mind trying to think of way to get her attention. He couldn’t afford to lose her now, not after how close she was to being his.

Ginny suddenly became conscience of the world around her. She had the weird sensation of an egg being cracked over her head before she opened her eyes. She lifted her hands to her head and felt around it, but it was dry and completely egg free. Ginny frowned confusedly as she realized where she was. She was standing in the middle of the corridor where Moaning Myrtles bathroom was located. She had lain down after classes to take a nap because she was exhausted, but she didn’t remember leaving the common room to use the toilet.

She could smell the food from the Halloween feast, but she didn’t feel like eating or associating with her classmates. Instead she wanted to share the holiday with Tom. Ginny continued down the corridor and went up to the Gryffindor common room. As she climbed up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory she couldn’t help but notice how fatigued it made. It scared her a little bit, but she waved it off just assuming it was because she was exhausted. She also felt sick, but again the flu and the cold were going around the castle so it was understandable. As Ginny was changing into her night cloths she glanced down at herself and noticed that she was covered in red paint. It was all down her front. Worriedly she changed into her pajamas, thinking about what she had been doing that day. As far as she could remember she had not done anything that involved using red paint. Perhaps while she had been sleepwalking she had walking into something that had read paint. That was a plausible explanation, Ginny thought, although, she was still confused. She was probably just dreaming this whole thing.

Ginny pulled the diary out of the pocket of her robe. Lately she had taken to carrying it around with her, worried that someone might steal it from her. She had no idea what she would do if someone stole Tom from her. The thought was almost to unbearable to think about. She couldn’t imagine not having tom there to talk to. He was the best friend she ever had, and without him she would be lost.

Ginny climbed onto her bed just as she had done the first name and so many nights before, and opened the diary. On the table next to her bed were a quill and some ink already there for her. She dipped the quill in the ink and wrote, Happy Halloween, Tom!

"It’s Halloween already? Tom asked, "Wow, time sure does fly when you are having fun."

Ginny laughed, it was true. When you were bored the time does seem to go a whole lot slower than when you are having fun. She also assumed Tom’s life must be boring; always in that diary with nothing to do except to wait for somebody to come along and write in it. Ginny felt bad for him he was a great friend, he didn’t deserve to be stuck in a dairy all the time. She wanted to free him so much, and to be able to actually meat him, instead of just her dreams. As much as those dreams felt real she knew they were a figment of her imagination.

"I’m glad you are here to share this holiday with me, Tom."

"Well, I’m glad to share it with you Ginny."

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