~Pottertalia~ (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 7

---Present Time---

Berwald watched the scene before him unfold quietly, facing the professor.

"He's quite a bummer, yah?" Ivan asked cheerfully, with Tino in tow behind him.

Berwald just looked at Ivan before finally answering, "Sure."

"No talking!" The professor scolded them; quite a rarity for the quiet Berwald.

"Hey, Berwald, we're secretly starting up the DA again... surely you've recieved the signal on the coin! Wanna join?" Tino asked excitedly (and quietly, of course). Berwald slightly nodded, which that itself caused excitement between his Finnish and Russian friends.

--5 years ago---

Ginny didn't get much sleep, she realized. Her head dipped downwards, dangerously close to her breakfast. She closed her eyes. All she could remember from last night was Moaning Murtle's bathroom...

"This kid named Collin got Petrified, too!" She snapped awake, looking up.

"Huh?"

Blue eyes looked down at her. Alfred said, "Morning; good to see you're listening. I said, Collin got petrified."

Collin. He was a first year, wasn't he?

"Him too, huh..."

Francis slid into the seat next to Alfred's smoothly, flowing hair following him.

"Poor Collin, he was a very kind younger classmate!"

Alfred jumped a little in place.

"Are you okay?" Ginny asked.

"Y-yeah. What are you doing here, France?" He asked, not okay at all.

Ginny found it funny Francis' nickname was France, and that he was French... She digress. Alfred was obviously scared, for whatever reason.

"I wanted to copy answers for History because who listens to Binn? So, Alfred..." Alfred wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Why can't you borrow from Arthur? You know, the person who actually does work?" He sounded a bit forced; Ginny wondered what was wrong.

Francis sighed. "His notes are more reliable, but I really can't ask a Petrified Brit, can I?"

"Petrified?" Ginny had overheard Hermione say to herself that it was Muggleborns that were being attacked, so she found it surprising the pureblood was attacked by the unknown monster of the Chamber.

"Yes, the whole Potions class was heading to their common rooms, and he was with a muggleborn when he was attacked...ah, the beast of the Chamber is after bushy eyebrowed people like him, but not handsome ones like me?"

Ginny glanced sideways at Alfred. "I just came to tell you guys about Collin, that's all. Bye." He hurried off, and Ginny could have sworn she saw his eyes become red.
--

Ginny found herself with another weird dream. In it, she was walking to Moaning Murtle's bathroom again. Strange... she thought, her feet moving on their own accord. She stood in front of a mirror, murky reflection looking back at her. A strange language came out of her mouth, and the sink opened up to reveal...

Was this even a dream? She couldn't remember what it revealed. All she knew was she ended up in a corridor, and a young man was looking at her.

"Ginny," the man greeted.

"T-Tom?"

"Yes; it is I, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Now, I want you to do something for me."