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Y/n's P.O.V.
└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘Harry and I step cautiously through the shadows, until we reach a towering stone doors, with twin serpents carved into the doors.
I waste no time and command in Parseltongue, "Open."
Harry gives me a smile, but it looks more like a grimace. The serpents part and the giant doors slide open. Harry and I ready our wands. A vast chamber stretches ahead. Along the path are rows of stone serpents. The serpents rest in pools of black water. Ahead is an enormous statue of Salazar Slytherin. Several feet in front of the statue, Ginny lies motionless and clutching Tom Riddle's diary, tightly in her arms.
Harry and I rush over, and kneel beside her unconscious body. Harry takes her into his arms, her head lolls to the side and her cheeks are white like marble. For what he does this, I don't know. I mean holding her surely won't do us any good. She does not even deserve to be held like that, she is the dim wit who opened the door to this blasted place. Although at least she's alive, I can tell by the slight rise and fall of her chest. He places down the torch and his wand, which is a foolish move. I get myself up quick and hold my wand steady, surveying our surroundings for the Basilisk. There is no way Tom or that monster left her unattended.
Harry calls more attention to us by exclaiming, "Ginny! Please don't be dead. Ginny! Wake up! Wake up!"
I turn to Harry to reprimand him for drawing the danger towards us with such loud noises, but I am cut off by a voice I have never heard before, "She won't wake."
I whip around and point my wand at him. He seems to be blurred at the edges, like I am looking at him through a misty window.
"I assume you are Tom Riddle. I wish I could say that it is a pleasure to meet you... But lying so blatantly would be unbecoming." I state smoothly.
I look him in the eye and continue to stand tall. I will not show a crack in my mask, I am a pillar of strength and bravery in the face of opponents.
Harry interrupts our stand down, "Tom... Tom Riddle? What d'you mean she won't wake? She's not..."
He answers bluntly, "She's still alive. But only just."
"Are you a ghost?" Harry asks him, curiously.
His priorities are not straight. Ever thirsting for knowledge no matter the situation, the Sorting Hat should have made him a Ravenclaw. I smile a little at the thought but it quickly dies once I remember the circumstances.
Tom shake his head and corrects Harry, "A memory. Preserved in a diary for fifty years."
Harry glances at the diary, then rests his hand on Ginny's. I grimace slightly at the sight, turning my eyes back to Tom. His piercing blue eyes staring holes into my skin, he saw my weakness and I can feel him worming his way into my head.
I scoff and look him up and down stating, "You know, I can see why Ginny was so eager to be your puppet. You are quite attractive. I mean if you only look at the physical body."
He looks at me puzzled and I smirk at him.
Harry shifts behind my back and calls out him for help, "She's as cold as ice. You've got to help me, Tom. There's a Basilisk-"
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