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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 4: Denial
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Ginny yawned and attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes. It was her last lesson of the day, but she felt like she had just woken up. She felt like she was going to fall asleep, right there in the middle of class. Of course, it didn’t help that the rest of her class was utterly silent, except for the occasional sigh of exasperation. In fact, now that Ginny thought about it, it seemed odd that they were all so silent. Her fellow classmates were usually much more lively and energetic. However, they all had sullen and fearful looks on their faces. Even Professor McGonagall seemed more grim than usual, although Ginny wasn’t quite sure how that was possible.

Ginny picked up her wand again and continued trying to change her beetle into a button. So far, all she had gotten was a plastic looking beetle walking around on her desk. Ginny glanced over at Collin Creevy and was glad to see that she wasn’t the only one struggling with the days’ lesson. Ginny craned her head and, for about the tenth time that minute, looked at Collin’s wristwatch. She sighed and wished that the last ten minutes of the lesson would go faster.

Behind her she heard Kara McNeil break the silence and whisper something to her sister Kira. Ginny glanced quickly over her shoulder at the Irish twins before turning back to her beetle. Of the two girls Ginny liked Kara better. Kara, who was friendlier, would be more open toward friendship with Ginny if she was controlled by her sister. Kira was the older twin, and she played the part well. She was nice enough, but she was also bossy and Kara did everything her sister told her to do. Whether it was out of loyalty or fear, Ginny was not sure.

Kira flipped her curly black hair over her shoulder and whispered back to Kara, “I really don’t want to leave this room. Not with that thing out there attacking people!”

Kara nodded fearfully, her ponytail of read curls swinging, “Neither do I! Especially since someone among us is the heir! I just can’t believe they wrote that message in blood! I bet it was Moaning Myrtle, since it is right outside of her bathroom. Or maybe the Peeves, he would pull a sick joke like this. Remember the stories Seamus told us about him?”
Ginny’s heart lurched. There was a message written in blood? Could it be? Ginny shook her head as if to throw the thought from her head. It can’t have been her. It was paint. Red paint that’s all it was. Despite the fact that she was denying it, she still had an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had a strange feeling that there was something else, as if there was someone else lurking in the back of her mind. Ginny shook her head again trying to clear her thoughts.

The girl sitting on her other side looked over at Ginny, her curly blonde ponytail swinging wildly, “Got a wrackspurt in your head?” she asked looking at Ginny seriously.

Ginny blinked, looking at the girl as if she had two heads. Ginny thought that the girl was joking, although, the girl had a look of total seriousness on her face. Ginny blinked again. “Are you serious?” She asked.

The ignored her question, nodding her head, “Yes, I’m sure you must have a wrackspurt. Has your brain gone all fuzzy?”

Ginny frowned at her. Her brain had gone fuzzy, but she had no idea what a wrackspurt was. She wasn’t even sure that they actually existed. Just then the bell rang, ending the class and saving Ginny from that strange conversation. Ginny sped down the hall, wanting to get to the girl’s lavatory before too many people came. Ginny came into the corridor, that had Moaning Myrtles bathroom, and paused trying to see what it was that the Irish twins had been talking about. Ginny turned around and gasped.

There, on the wall in big read letters, were the words: The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware. Ginny backed away from the wall shaking her head. Hearing the footsteps of other students, Ginny quickly left the corridor and made her way to the Gryffindor common room.

“No, it can’t be!” Ginny whispered to herself as she walked to the common room, “It…just can’t be!”

Ginny ran the back of her hand across her eyes, wiping away the tears that insisted on breaking through. It can’t have been her. She didn’t even like throwing the gnomes that got into the garden. Nevertheless, the facts seemed to add up. She had found herself in that corridor covered in red paint, and there just happened to be a threatening message on the wall written in red. It just didn’t make sense. She had no recollection of writing that message on the wall, or even attacking Mrs. Norris.

Ginny turned a corner and looked up briefly just in time to see someone walk into her and knock her onto her butt. A hand entered her field of vision and grasped hers. She felt herself pulled to her feet and then came face to face with Harry Potter. Ginny quickly dropped his hand and flushed a deep shade of scarlet. If Harry had noticed her reaction he didn’t show it. Ginny muttered a barely audible thanks to Harry. She went to step passed him but found her path barred by her brother, Ron.

“Ginny, Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” She lied, “It…it’s just the attack on Mrs. Norris,” Ginny shrugged to herself. It was mostly true, just not in the way her brother interpreted it.

Ron rolled his eyes, “You’re upset about that? Honestly Ginny, it’s a blessing. I’d have done it myself…if I knew how.”

“Stop it Ron,” wailed Ginny, running off toward the common room.

Ron continued walking down the corridor and shook his head, “Blimey Ginny, I was joking!” Ron saw Harry’s puzzled expression and added, “She’s a huge cat person.”

Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait! I hoped you enjoyed this chapter!

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