It still haunted Ginny sometimes. How some people were malicious enough to use an eleven years old little girl to bring the apocalypse to a whole school filled with teenagers. She breathed in deeply. "When we were out shopping for school, before my first year.." it seemed like ages ago. "A man, that I shall not name because it was never actually proven.. well that man put in my cauldron a book."
Tom Riddle's diary..
Ginny's breath caught in her throat a moment before she finally relaxed. "It was.. a diary. And enchanted diary. It seemed harmless, then.. then it started answering me." How foolish she had been to think that 'voice' actually was friendly? "After a while, I got scared. There were chunks of my time I did not recall having been awake through. Turns out.. it wasn't a simple diary. That man gave me something.. evil. There was a spirit inside. A.. part of someone."
Her chest squeezed and suddenly it became harder to breathe. "That someone, in the book, made me do a lot of things. It could have killed people, Albus. Your father saved my life and the whole school at the same time by destroying him. There are people out there, who.. do not care whether you are a child or an adult. They would do anything to achieve their goals. He wanted to.. protect all of you from that kind of attention. Not just the media."