watch the golden trio march past the entrance to the Great Hall. Harry throws a
longing glance in my direction. Too late I realise that his look isn’t meant
for me, and I can’t stop the flutter in my stomach. I’m pathetic.
conversation around me fades to a buzz in my ears. I stare at the entrance.
Aren’t they coming? Are they not coming to the Halloween feast?
I remember that they were talking about a party. Surely they didn’t mean
tonight? Ten minutes later I have to admit to myself that they did. They’ve
gone to a Halloween party somewhere. Without me. There won’t even be anyone
pretending to be interested in talking to me tonight. Looking down the table I
see no friendly faces, even my brothers are engaged in conversation with
someone else. Percy is talking to a pretty girl with curls I haven’t seen
before. His prefect badge is glinting on his chest. Fred and George are in
animated conversation with Lee Jordan and Angelina Johnson, about Quidditch,
all got hobbies, they’ve all got friends. Except me. I’ve got nothing and no
one. No one real at least.
oh Tom, why did I leave you all the way upstairs in Gryffindor
Tower?” I sigh, looking up at the
dark starry ceiling.
don’t know” says a low voice, definitely male, beside me. I jump.
who’s there?” I mutter under my breath hoping that no one will catch me talking
- apparently - to myself.
Tom. Who else would be talking to you?”
stand up abruptly, sending a fork flying across the table and drawing quite a
bit of attention to myself.
um... toilet” I stutter incoherently, at the surprised faces that turn towards
me. Then I turn on my heel and flee the hall.
flight ends a few moments later, indeed in a toilet. Too late I realise that
it’s Moaning Myrtle’s, but on closer inspection she turns out not to be here.
Maybe there’s a Halloween feast for ghosts somewhere?
sink down to the floor and bury my face in my hands. Why didn’t I just stay in bed tonight? When I was little I
dreamed about coming to Hogwarts and those dreams were wonderful... I’d get
loads of friends, and play Quidditch and maybe even pull off a few pranks with Fred and
but I’m sitting here all alone and crying on the floor of some godforsaken
TOILET!!!!” I couldn’t help screaming out the last few words...
to top it all off I’ve started hearing VOICES!!!! Am I pathetic or what?”
gentle touch on my shoulder makes me whirl around in surprise and fright.
There’s a boy standing next to me, semi-transparent like a ghost, except he’s
not like a ghost because ghosts aren’t in colour...
be so hard on yourself” he says, his voice hollow “at least the voices have a
perfectly reasonable explanation.”
I whisper in awe. He’s so handsome... “Is that you?”
course it’s me.”
how come... I’ve never been able to see you before?”
know... I suppose you’ve loved me so much, as your diary that your love has
allowed me to leave the pages and be visible to you...” He smiles, and
something about his smile makes me vaguely uneasy but I get no time to
contemplate on why because suddenly there’s a loud wail and the unmistakable
form of Moaning Myrtle zooms past me and with a ‘splash’ disappears into the S
bend of one of the toilets.
They call me spotty!!!” I bend over the toilet, trying to see...
Myrtle... are you all right?”
is the last thing I hear. Then I feel a sudden touch on my temple, and
everything fades to black.
She swallowed it whole. I can’t
help but laugh at her stupidity and her naivety. “...your love has allowed me
to leave the pages...” What rubbish. I look into the mirror and see her face
stare back at me. Only the eyes are mine. That stupid Myrtle is still sobbing
in the toilet behind me. I snicker at the thought that it was partially my
doing that gave her eternal life as a ghost. The copper tap doesn’t look like
it’s moved since fifty years ago. The flickering light makes it easier to
pretend that the snake is alive, and the language that’s been unused for so
long comes easily back to me...
My voice is steady, but hissing.
The sinks start moving until I’m looking into the gaping hole.
Come to your master.”
I turn away as I know the beast
is awake, I have summoned it, and yet if I face it, I shall die. I imagine that
I can hear it slithering around down there, but there pass several minutes
before I actually hear its voice, begging me to let it hunt on its designated
to kill... I smell blood... I SMELL
BLOOD! Master! Let me kill.”
I hear her coming up behind me
and I answer her without looking around.
The hallway is deserted when I
look into it. As she... Ginny, didn’t know where Potter went, I don’t know. But
I can try looking for him.
I say to the beast behind me and I hear her obey. Yet, as I step into the hall
it becomes evident that I’m too anxious for my revenge - I did not check the
hallway well enough. The cat sniffing around the puddle of water on the floor
around the door seems to turn into stone before my very eyes, her eyes wide
open and staring in shock. ‘The reflection’... runs through my head, and I shut
my eyes. I don’t want to be petrified now.
Master, I want to...”
does not matter now what you want to do. I’ve heard that the cat is a part
kneazle. Its owner will be looking for it soon.”
I do not stay to see whether the
beast follows my orders. I run into the hall, my mistake must be amended. I run
around the corner, finding that the second door on the left is still a broom
closet. There’s no paint in there. I take a bucket of soap and transfigure it.
In great haste I run back to the corridor, take the cat off the floor and hang
her from the torch bracket and paint underneath the sentences I had decided to
announce my revival a long time ago. After all I had had more than fifty years
to contemplate on them.
Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware!”
I take a moment to admire my
handiwork. Then I turn the body I’d loaned and walk it up the steps to
Gryffindor Tower and to her bed.
Tom are you there?
Tom, you’ve got to help
so awful! Yesterday Mrs. Norris, the caretaker’s cat was attacked! She’s
Oh, no. That’s
of it all is that underneath her - she was hanging on the wall, somebody had
written in silver paint that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened
and that enemies of the heir should beware.
Why is that
worst of all?
have can’t remember what I did yesterday and I’ve got paint all dribbled down
the front of the robes I was wearing! Where was I? Tom, did I talk to you at
all last night?
Yes, you did,
you were very agitated because Potter didn’t come to the feast.
I was? I
can’t remember. Tom, do you think I did this?
You couldn’t have done it. Petrifying someone is a
very powerful magic, and you’re not nearly powerful enough. I wonder if you
ever will be.
But, I mean, I... Tom I
think I did something bad last night.
Don’t you remember? Don’t you think you just fell
No, I don’t think so.
Maybe I should talk about this with Harry.
Harry has never listened to you, Ginny. What makes you
think he’ll start now? He probably won’t even believe you.
But... but I’ve got the
robes to show him.
Are you sure that’s a good idea, Ginny? Don’t you
think that if you show him robes with silver paint on he’ll be tempted to
believe you did it? He’ll tell on you and you’ll be sent straight to Azkaban.
But... do you think he
would do that to me?
If he saw the robes, yes. People always want to
believe the worst about other people.
you think Harry is like that? Well then I can’t... I’ll have to hide them away
I suggest you burn them. And yes, Harry is just like
No he isn’t. He’s
special. He’s got those green eyes... and that smile... and he defeated the Dark
Whatever you say. I don’t know him.
Do you know anything
about the Chamber of Secrets?
Me? No. Why would I?
Oh. Well I just thought
No I don’t.
Oh well. Good night.