My Name Is Ginny Weasley (The Echo Mix)

My Name Is Ginny Weasley.

I didn't expect a response!  How is it you can answer me?

That's awful! I'm so sorry.

Well, I could keep you company for a little while.

No, I'm his granddaughter.

Did you know him?

Oh no, he died before I was born.

That's okay. Mum said he knew the risks, being an Auror and all.

youknowwho.

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I ... vldmrt

lord voldemort

You don't know who he is??

It's 1992.

You mean you haven't talked to anyone since you were enchanted?

...



Tom?

I'm really sorry about just leaving like that.

It's not fine. I never get any privacy from my brothers. Especially Percy.

Seven.

I guess it's all right, but it's weird sometimes being the only girl. Do you have any brothers or sisters?

That must have been lonely for you.

Do you want me to tell you a little bit about what's been going on since you were enchanted?

Well, I don't know much about him.

He's a horrible person. Evil. He's not very fond of Muggles and halfbloods, and I've heard he kills them for pleasure.

I don't know many. But my dad loves Muggles. He makes sure to tell us that if we meet one, we should make an effort to know all about them.

Well, I don't know ...

He sometimes brings home weird things that sort of scare me sometimes. He works at the Ministry and he deals with Muggle Artifacts. I don't like some of them.

Well, not all of them. Take toasters for example! Put bread in, and it comes out toasted, just like magic!

Him? Well, he died when he tried to kill these Wizards. Mum says he tried to kill a baby, and it destroyed him. You-know-who, I mean.

Oh, he survived! He's known as the Boy Who Lived. His name is Harry Potter. He's so nice and handsome. He's really keen.

Oh, I didn't mean -- Oh please don't tell anyone. I'd just die of embarrassment if he knew I fancied him!

He barely notices me, actually. He sort of humours me? I suppose, but he never really takes me seriously I think.

You don't even know what I look like!

Well, you're very clever and ... handsome too, if I go by your writing.

I have to go! I'll come back, will you be here?



Hi Tom, I'm back. I had to go up to my room. Well, it's not really a room. But I have my own bed and I close the curtains.

Yes! It's my first year.

I suppose. Although it's hard; the other Years tend to look down on me and my school mates and we get teased an awful lot. Specially by the Slytherins.

I was sorted into Gryffindor!

Yes, they were but ...

Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been better in the Slytherin House, so I wouldn't get teased so often.

I don't know. The Sorting Hat sort of gave me the choice? I don't know how it worked. I just wanted Gryffindor so badly so mum wouldn't be disappointed.

You know what would have been nice? If I were in Slytherin in 1943!

Can I ask you a question?

How did you end up in a journal?

There must be a way to break the enchantment though.

Mum says there's a cure, so to speak, for every spell. Well, except that nasty one. The Killing Curse. There must be one for yours!

No, I don't know what that is.

Trouble? What kind of trouble?

Oh that's nasty history. I read about it in Professor Binns' class (he's a ghost).

That's why Salazar built it -- so that if Hogwart's were attacked, the pureblood wizards would survive.

So how would this help you, this Chamber of Secrets?

Oh! That's wonderful! You'd be free!

And you'd ... want to see me?

I would sort of like to see you too.

How do I get into the Chamber of Secrets?

Tunnels? I don't like tunnels. I'm not very good with the dark.

All right. I can't wait to see you!

Okay, I'm going now. I'll see you soon I hope!



Hi Tom!

How did you know that?

Yes. She ... well, she and my grandfather were both killed together.

That's okay.

I am not! But you're very handsome.

I enjoyed our time talking together.

But getting there was nasty trouble. You should have warned me about that girl! She scared me.

Do you think she'll tell anyone about me and the Chamber of Secrets?

I'm sorry, I'm scared. With everything that's been happening lately ...

Mr Filch, our caretaker, he has a cat. Mrs Norris. They found her petrified.

Do you know who could have done such a terrible thing, Tom?

And the writing ... there was writing on the wall beside her. About the heir of Slytherin. You really don't know anything about it?

I don't know! I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be talking to a diary. I mean, to you, but they wouldn't understand. I'm so scared, Tom.

But I've been in there! In the Chamber ... they talk about it on the wall.

Well, just talking about it makes me feel a little better. I'm sorry, Tom. I shouldn't be such a coward.

I'd like to see you again. Talk, if we could ...

Thank you, Tom.



Hi Tom! I've decided that, once we get married, I want to change my name for yours. Ginny Riddle!

Oh. Then how would they know we were married?

Oh Merlin, that'd make you sound like one of my brothers.

Do you have a middle name?

Constance.

Thanks. It's my other gran's name.

I think that sounds nice.

Tom, do you think I could come see you again?

But, would anyone notice? 

With everything that's been going on ... I'm a bit scared about going through the halls. They found Nearly-Headless Nick all ... frozen.

And ... also a boy. He was petrified next to him.

I better go.

I really like how that sounds, Tom.



Happy Christmas, Tom! 

Oh yes. All my brothers stay at Hogwarts over the holidays.

Did you used to go home for Christmas?

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You could have been anything! You're smart and handsome, I'm sure you'd have done just fine without Hogwarts.

That's true. But ... what would you have done after Hogwarts if you hadn't been enchanted into the diary?

Oh, but we couldn't be ... talking like this if you were a teacher. I don't think they'd have found that very proper.

Well, I am too, but also not. I wish you were real. I mean, out of the book.

Oh, I don't know about that ...

Yes. There was ... I mean, the writing I told you about? It was in ... blood.

It was. And ... well, I can't really remember anything but I think I wrote that message. I had blood on my hands. I think it was the same blood ...

I don't know! I must have done something. I can't remember!

Well what other logical explanation is there?

Mum said that doesn't happen until I'm older! Don't you know that?!

I think ... talking to you must be doing this. It all started with this book, Tom. Maybe you're-- I don't know!

...

I can't, Tom. I'm sorry. I have to throw you away. Before they find out.

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