And so months passed. Ginny worked tirelessly on all her subjects, because she needed to get good marks. She felt had already let her family down with her sorting, so she decided that she would make up for it in grades. Ginny had earned Slytherin many house points, although she wasn’t particularly proud of it. She didn’t want to be in Slytherin. It had ruined her reputation.

And then there was Draco Malfoy. He had started reminding her every morning not to be late for class, while sneering and making rude remarks. It was so freaking annoying!

Ginny hadn’t made any real friends, but per her brothers’ request, she had been hanging out with the Gryffindors. They weren’t horrible people, but Ginny didn’t feel welcome. She didn’t feel like she belonged. 

Her only friend was the diary she had found in her Transfiguration book. The enchanted diary that wrote back to her. Tom Riddle was kind and understanding, unlike everyone else. He really seemed to… get her.

Then the attacks started. The message in blood on the wall saying that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. The roosters all dead. Colin. She hasn’t known him well but he was kind and his bubbly personality often made Ginny laugh. And Hermione. Hermione was the sister Ginny had never had, and she had been attacked. She even felt sorry for Percy, who’s girlfriend had been petrified.

That wasn’t the worst part though. Ginny had no memories of what she had been doing at the times when attacks had occurred. She thought she might be the one doing it. Only Tom could console her.