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The Very Secret Diary of Ginny Weasley
By Hettie Hoffleboffer

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Category: Pre-OotP
Characters:Harry/Ginny, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Genres: Angst, Drama
Warnings: Violence
Story is Complete
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 10
Summary: Ever wonder what really happened with Ginny, Tom Riddle and his diary? The often amusing and insightful truth unfolds as you go behind-the-scenes of Book Two and expeience the events of CoS through Ginny's eyes. From learning the intracasies of stalking your crush, afternoon teas with Hagrid, and finding out the true author of Harry's Valentine, you'll see that Ginny's first year at Hogwarts is one she will not soon forget--and neither will you!
Hitcount: Story Total: 149897; Chapter Total: 3103







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Chapter Thirteen: Foiled Plans




Ginny spent the rest of the afternoon crying in her room. She made an attempt to go downstairs for dinner, but she heard Fred and George singing their poem in the common room before she made it to the foot of the stairs. She turned around and ran back upstairs before anyone noticed, deciding that she would rather starve to death than be humiliated again.

But most perplexing and frightening of all was the fact that Harry had Tom Riddle’s diary. She could not figure out how he possibly could have obtained it.

“I mean, I threw it in the toilet of a closed girls bathroom!” she said out loud as she paced the floors thinking.

Now that Harry had the diary, she wondered if he had figured out how to use it. Even worse, what if Tom told him all her secrets? Especially about how she was involved in the attacks. What if Tom told Harry these things to frame her as he did Hagrid? And what if Harry told Professor McGonagall, or Dumbledore? She would be expelled for sure.

Ginny flopped down on her four poster bed and cried a bit more before she heard a knock on the door. A bushy brown head of hair peeked through the door.

“Ginny, can I come in?”

She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her jumper and answered, “Yes Hermione. Come on in.”

Hermione came into the room carrying a plate of food. Ginny gave her a surprised look. “Where did that come from?”

“Ron told us about what happened this afternoon. He even made Fred and George give a bit of their dinner when you didn’t come down. So we all snuck a bit of food up to you.” Hermione said, smiling through her concern for her friend.

“Even Fred and George?” Ginny asked surprised.

“Of course,” Hermione laughed. “They felt bad about the Valentine I suppose. They had really meant it to embarrass Harry, not you.”

“They did?” Ginny questioned suspiciously, raising her eyebrows. “They didn’t look like they felt too guilty when I tried to come down for dinner. I heard them singing,” she said flatly.

“Besides, Fred said it was worth it after what Harry did to Malfoy anyway,” Hermione said.

“Yeah,” Ginny cracked a smile as she thought back on it, “It was pretty wicked.”

Ginny looked back at Hermione, who was still standing near the door. “Where is Harry anyway? You haven’t mentioned him.”

“Hiding, I think,” Hermione said, looking uncomfortable. “He didn’t like Fred and George’s singing either.”

“Brilliant! Just brilliant!” Ginny said, holding back another onset of tears by diving into her pillow again. “He must think that I sent it to him or something. I can’t believe this!” she cried. “I’ll never be able to show my face to him again!”

Hermione sat down on the bed next to Ginny, stroking her weeping friend’s hair. “Of course you will, whether he believes it or not. You must understand Ginny that boys don’t mature as quickly as girls do. They don’t think things through in the same way. Most of the time, they are completely oblivious to what goes on, or how we feel about them,” she said with a hint of sadness, as though she knew what she was talking about.

Ginny raised her head from her tearstained pillow. “You really think so?”

“ I know so. Now here, have something to eat,” said Hermione, handing her the plate of sandwiches.

Picking up a sandwich, Ginny looked at her friend and said before taking a bite, “Thanks Hermione. You’re such a good friend. I don’t know what I’d would have done without you.”

A look of concern swept over Hermione’s face. “You’ve really had a hard time this year, haven’t you?”

Ginny gulped her bite down as her eyes welled up uncontrollably again, thinking about the last six months, the last few weeks in particular. “You have no idea. None at all.”

“Well, you can’t stay closed up like this Ginny. I know there is something troubling you far more than a silly Valentine poem, I can tell.”

“I—I can’t Hermione,” Ginny said, looking away. “I don’t want you to think poorly of me.”

Hermione gave her a look that demanded seriousness. “I would never do that. You can tell me anything. You just have to trust me.”

Ginny wanted to tell Hermione so badly about everything that happened. About Tom and the diary, and how he had been manipulating her with it. About her odd dreams and the attacks. About Hagrid, and why he was treated unjustly and expelled because of it. But how could she? Hermione could never understand what she had gone through.

But she had to try.

“Well, when I saw Harry and Draco with that diary. It reminded me of—“

”Yes,” Hermione urged.

“Of how I lost mine,” Ginny said, but she thought to herself, “You chicken!”

Hermione gave her a look of surprise. “You lost your diary?” she said. “The one I gave you for Christmas?”

“It’s not really a lie, I did lose my diary. Just not that one,” Ginny thought, going along with Hermione’s question. “Yes. I didn’t mean to, honestly. I’ve been looking for it for a while now. I’m just afraid that someone will find it and read all my secrets,” she said.

It looked as though Hermione was buying into the lie of omission, so she continued. “I’m just so embarrassed. I didn’t want to tell you, because it was a gift. My favorite gift. I’m so sorry!” Ginny covered her face with her hands again.

“It’s alright. I understand how you must feel. To be so worried that someone could read your most intimate of thoughts and secrets is indeed a frightening thought.” Hermione reasoned.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Ginny cried, leaning into Hermione’s shoulder, as she hugged her.

But Ginny did know what she had to do. She had to get Tom Riddle’s diary back from Harry. At any cost.




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Although her mind could think of nothing else, it was weeks before Ginny made a move to try and take the diary. She constantly thought of the horrors Harry would find if he learned how to use the diary, and her grades were slipping because of it.

Her first attempt was disastrous. She had tried to go through Harry’s bookbag during lunch while he and Ron were distracted by Fred and George’s high jinks. Luckily, it was Hermione who had caught her searching through his bag, and later on she received a lecture on stalking and being obsessive.

“I know how much you care for Harry, Ginny. But honestly, going through his bookbag for mementos? I’m beginning to think you are going a bit to far with this,” Hermione lectured her in the common room that evening.

“Let’s not forget who sleeps with a get-well card beneath her pillow,” Ginny said in defense, and Hermione suddenly felt the need to get back to her Charms homework.

Ginny’s second attempt proved an almost bigger calamity. She had decided to get up early to follow Harry to an early Quidditch practice, in preparation for the upcoming game against Hufflepuff.

Harry had taken his bookbag with him so that he could go straight to breakfast and classes right after cleaning up after practice. Ginny had followed him through the fog that morning, and it took her some time before she found her way to her hiding spot in the bleachers near the pitch.

As soon as she saw the team enter the pitch, she sprinted through the thick fog for the broomshed. She searched all the lockers, which took a while before she finally found Harry’s.

Just as she found his bookbag, she heard voices outside the shed.

“Wood, you can’t expect us to play in the fog anymore!” she recognized as Fred’s voice.

“Yeah,” George’s voice chimed in, “Harry almost ran into Angelina, and I almost took out Katie with my bat again!”

Ginny shoved the bookbag back into Harry’s locker, and ran across the room to the back door of the shed, and continued to listen.

“Fine,” she heard Wood say. “But this only means that all of you had better be here right after school tomorrow. No questions. Agreed?”

Ginny overheard the team agree to Wood’s request as they began to put away their gear. Realizing she would surely be caught if she stayed where she was, she sprinted in the fog back to the castle.

Running as if for her life as she dashed across the grass, Ginny pumped her arms to push herself harder until she reached the castle. Once inside, she took a moment to catch her breath. But the moment wasn’t long enough, and she once again heard the voices of the Gryffindor Quidditch team outside the castle doors.

Not wanting to be seen, she ran again into the nearest empty classrooms she could find on the first floor.

Ginny shut the door quietly behind her, quickly turning around to press her ear against the door. She waited patiently until she heard Harry and the team finally pass by.

Wiping the growing sweat from her brow, Ginny sighed with relief. Suddenly, she heard something else—muffled smacking sounds behind her. Frightened, she slowly pulled out her wand and turned around. It was dark, but not too dark to notice the two figures shuffling about in the dark corner of the room.

“Lumos,” she muttered.

The light surprised the two students. One, a girl with long blond hair, obviously snogging another boy she couldn’t see right away. Ginny stared as the girl moved her hand away, held up in front of their faces, revealing the red-haired boy behind her . . .

“Percy?” Ginny said, astonished.

“Ginny!” her brother said, jumping back and nearly falling over the desk behind him. “What are you doing here?”

Both Percy and the blond-haired girl were red in the face, but not from blushing. Though Ginny noticed that Percy’s ears were noticeably turning bright pink.

“I could ask the same of you!” said Ginny, giggling slightly, amused that she had caught her brother in such a compromising position.

Percy straightened himself up as best he could. “I hardly think that’s any of your business.”

“No, but I ‘m sure Professor McGonagall might not be too pleased to find that a Gryffindor House Prefect is engaging in lewd conduct with—“ Ginny paused, noticing the girl’s own badge, and said in a surprised tone, “another Prefect.”

Percy tried to keep his composure as best he could in front of the girl, but was failing miserably. “Now Ginny, I don’t see any reason why this needs to be brought up to Professor McGonagall, or any other member of the faculty,” he said, looking at her suspiciously. “In exchange, I will not ask what you are up to in here as well.”

Ginny looked at her brother shrewdly, her hands on her hips. “I don’t think you are in any position to be making any deals, Perce,” she said in defense. “In fact, I think instead of going to McGonagall, I’ll go talk to Fred and George about this. They would kill for this kind of scoop on their big brother,”

Eyes widening from fear or anger, Percy said calmly to the blond-haired girl, “Will you please excuse us Penelope. I think I need to talk to my sister alone for a moment.”

“Yes of course, Percy dear,” the blonde said, smiling sweetly. She pecked Percy on the cheek, and walked towards the door. “I’ll talk to you later.”

Ginny watched her go, and as she shut the door, she quipped to her brother, “Somehow, I get the feeling there isn’t too much talking between the two of you.”

Percy stormed over to her and growled, “You see here Ginny, I don’t want to hear another word out of you about this—to anyone! I mean it!”

“Give me a break Perce, you can’t pull rank with me. Not with this,” she snapped back. “You have nothing on me!”

“I have enough,” Percy said coldly. “I’ve noticed now your marks have slipping the last few months, and I know you don’t want Mum to know about that!”

“Damn,” Ginny thought bitterly.

“Alright, okay,” she said, her hands still on her hips. “I won’t tell, if you won’t tell.”

“Shake on it,” Percy persisted.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she huffed, holding out her hand. He took it at once, and the with the deal sealed, she turned on her heel and walked out the door.

She might have lost out to Percy this round, but she didn’t much care about that. She had a real plan now. “And tomorrow,” she thought happily, “There will be nothing to stop me from getting that diary back.”
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