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"harry will come, he'll save you."
zemora black held on desperately to the unconscious child's hand, her grip tightening once she caught the sound of the chamber door being opened by someone other than herself, or rather ginny.
harry potter studied the contents of the chamber of secrets for only a moment before he was rushing towards the girls within the center of the forbidden place.
"ginny! ginny, please don't be dead. wake up, wake up." harry was by the weasley's side, his features contorted in utter confusion. "you lied to me."
zemora wanted desperately to cower under the betrayal that gleaned within harry's eyes and seemed to pierce her skin. "i didn't have a choice."
"there's always a choice!" harry's tone caused zemora to back away from the frame of the child forced into her family's legacies. "ginny, please wake up. zemora, what have you done?"
yet once zemora went to utter a response, tom riddle was making his presence known from the shadows.
"she won't wake."
"tom, tom riddle." harry stuttered over the boy clad in slytherin robe's name. "what do you mean she won't wake? she's not—"
"she's still alive, but only just." tom took a quick stroll towards the children, a taunting smirk upon his lips as he flickered his gaze onto zemora which caused the later to feel fear climb her spine for what was to come.
"are you a ghost?"
"a memory," tom spoke honestly as harry's hand made contact with ginny's. "persevered in a diary for fifty years."
"she's cold as ice." harry concluded from his act, his worry for ginny's wellbeing outweighing the betrayal from the one he called his friend. "ginny, please don't be dead. wake up."
zemora black hesitantly stood to her feet as her eyes remained upon the potter boy who was left begging ginny to awake, at least, up until his begging turned to another.
"you've got to help me, tom." harry finally found his way to his feet as well, the boy seemingly ignoring zemora's entire presence. "there's a basilisk."
"it won't come until it's called."
harry hesitated in his initial beliefs, however, once he realized tom riddle now had his wand in hand. "give me my wand, tom."
