Heavenly Dangerous

Heavenly Dangerous - Chapter One

My Plague

It seemed that the darkness that existed there was impenetrable. Ginny had no way to figure out whether or not it was however, as she found herself quite without her wand. She wandered through the dank air blindly however, determined to get somewhere, anywhere. Making sure that she didn't run into a wall or something similar Ginny had one hand on the wall beside her and one waving in front of her. Using the wall as guidance she discovered that her path twisted and turned in seemingly random directions, but it reminded her terribly of somewhere she had been many times before.

Finally, she saw her destination, a room with light. Quickly, Ginny ran towards it, noticing water beginning to splash around her ankles, but by this time she wasn't worried about being a little bit wet. As she was running the room started to take shape. She could tell it had high stone ceilings, and a statue. The statue was what stopped her dead in her tracks. It was of Salazar Slytherin. Feeling like she had no other choice, Ginny continued through the mucky tunnel towards the room. "That's why this all felt so familiar," she whispered to herself, a shiver going down her spine. Had it not been for three people at the foot of the statue, Ginny might have been scared that Voldemort's diary had taken control of her once again.

Harry Potter was one of those people, covered in blood and sweat. His clothes were torn as if he'd just been in a gruesome battle but he was leaning over the second person she noticed, herself. Ginny gulped as she saw the third, the whole reason this happened at all, Tom Riddle. The look in Harry's eyes could have killed, Ginny guessed, as he looked at Tom. Stepping into the room, no one paid attention to her in the least, as if she weren't even there. "I am here...right there," she reminded herself, walking over to her eleven-year-old body. Her skin was clay white, except around her eyes where it sank and was black and blue. She cringed and forced herself to pay attention to the boys.

There was a fang in Harry's hand, and he plunged it into the Diary. Tom let out an unworldly scream, as if he were in more pain than was realistically possible and Ginny jumped as a blur of furry and color slammed completely back into her younger self. Younger-Ginny opened her eyes and for a moment Ginny thought that she saw something there that shouldn't have been, but it disappeared quicker than it had come. "Why didn't anything go back into the diary?" Ginny muttered to herself as Harry checked to make sure Younger-Ginny was going to be okay.

A pained cry broke the silence and Ginny sat straight up in bed. Kirsten, Ginny's best friend, turned over in bed and looked at her. She seemed wide-awake already. "Ginny, Ginny are you okay?" she asked, rather concerned.

Ginny rubbed her eyes and shook her head gently. "It was...just a nightmare," she said quietly. "I was in the chamber again an-" Ginny was cut off as Kirsten sat up and hugged her tightly.

"Oh, Ginny," she said gently, petting Ginny's hair. Ginny didn't feel like talking about what she had dreamed about and preferred Kirsten to think that she had dreamed she was eleven again. She, on the other hand, was concentrating on the end, where all of Tom Riddle flew into her. And that look in her eyes when she woke up. It was more than obvious that it was just a dream; Ginny was awake in the Burrow with Kirsten, exactly as she had been when she went to sleep. But it was possible that everything had happened exactly like that.

Eventually Kirsten fell back asleep, after she was convinced that Ginny was going to be okay and that she didn't want anything to drink or eat. Ginny fell asleep much later. The sunlight trickling in through the window blinds woke Ginny up again a few hours later and she stretched, slipping out of bed as gently as she could, trying not to wake her friend again.

The prospect of going back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her sixth year didn't seem too promising. Word had it that the governors weren't too comfortable with keeping it open, but that didn't bother Ginny much. Her goal was to stay alive long enough to see the defeat of Voldemort and still have a family intact, but then again, she figured that was everyone's goal.

The painting of Georgia Weasley, Ginny's great-great grandmother, that hung on the side of Ginny's dresser winced as Ginny looked into the mirror. It seemed that she hadn't had a good nights rest in almost a week, and, begrudgingly, she had to admit to herself that she hadn't. She had dreamed bits and pieces of the dream over the last few nights, such as just seeing the look in her eyes, the look Harry gave Tom, or the essence of Tom Riddle fly into her, and every time she woke up, she didn't get back to sleep very well.

Hoping, for Kirsten's sake, that the dream was over now - that it had all come together - she shook her head. It was the first night Kirsten was to stay of many, and it wouldn't do well to wake her up every single night. "Tom Riddle, my plague," Ginny whispered.

"Hmm?" Kirsten mumbled, opening her eyes and glancing at Ginny before turning over.

"Nothing...nothing, go back to sleep," Ginny said.