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Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley ([info]fierygin) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2011-10-10 22:35:00

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Entry tags:ginny weasley, neville longbottom

Who: Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom
What: Ginny's going to stop being stubborn and tell Neville what happened in Bizarro World.
Where: Ginny's flat
When: Now (So, night of the 10th of October)
Rating: Shouldn't be too high. Angst but you know, nothing bad?
Status: In Progress



Ginny knew she should have just talked to Neville to begin with. It really wasn't fair that he had to spend over a week waiting for her to talk. Especially since she had talked to Ron (okay, against her will because it was that or him ganging up with Neville to get her to talk) and she always talked to Neville about this sort of thing. But this wasn't just memories of what had happened in the Chamber. It wasn't the stress of not knowing how her brother and his best friends were. It wasn't school stress. It wasn't nightmares. It had happened. And it wasn't just possession. It wasn't just being tortured. It was being given a Dark Mark. That wasn't something to be taken lightly. Anything else, and Ginny wouldn't have been worried about anyone turning on her. She wouldn't worry that Neville would hate her. But this? This was something else entirely.

Still, she couldn't hide forever. Because soon enough, Ron would decide to come bother her. And then he would still end up joining forces with Neville. And who knew if the others would involve themselves. No. She had to talk to Neville. And pray with all of her might that he meant it when he said he would never hate her. Because she didn't think she could get through this without him. She couldn't lose him. He was too important to her. She didn't know what it meant, really, she just knew that was where it stood.

The one good thing about fall was that it gave her an excuse to wear longer sleeves. Especially now as it was now 49*. Okay, so she was going to have to show Neville the mark but still. It could then be hidden away again. Staring at her bedroom door, Ginny closed her eyes, took a deep breath, let it out and then slowly left her room and went to sit on the couch, pulling a leg up and fiddling with the hem of her pants nervously. She wasn't used to doing this. Usually Neville seemed fine with just letting her exist and being silent support, but this time it seemed he wanted to know what it was that had her like this. Which... was fair. But it was still nerve wracking.

After a moment of silence and fiddling with her clothing, Ginny finally spoke up quietly.

"He didn't die there. He was real... it was first year all over again, only worse....."


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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-11 04:26 am UTC (link)
Neville had all but moved into Ginny's flat by that point. Sure, he went home to shower and change, but he wasn't leaving her alone. It was rare that anything happened they couldn't talk about. Since the day he'd found her freaking out over bloody Tom Riddle and his horrible treatment of her, she'd come to him when she needed to talk. The fact that they hadn't really talked about what had happened in their alternative worlds, not even once, scared him a little.

Or, well, a lot.

When she showed up at his side, he barely glanced up. Despite her words, he really wasn't sure whether or not to believe her. At least she was finally talking to him. Even if it did involve the weather or what had been on the telly or did you see what so and so had posted on the computer thing. But then she finally spoke and he turned off what he'd been watching and turned to face her.

He didn't have to ask who. Not when she mentioned first year. "Like first year?" he asked, his voice just as soft as hers. "Just like first year?" With fucking Voldemort living in her head. God...two weeks of that?

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-11 04:35 am UTC (link)
The one good thing about having talked to Neville about everything involving Tom Riddle in the past was that she didn't really have to elaborate all that much. If she mentioned first year, it meant it was dealing with Riddle. Still, she couldn't really even get away with not elaborating in this instance because it was so much worse. Yes, two weeks was a short amount of time when compared to a year. But it had been so much more constant. Not to mention the torture. The Dark Mark.

Nodding her head some, Ginny just trembled as she forced herself to keep speaking.

"When he realized I wasn't the me from there.... he made me see what I had done there. I killed Harry.... that's why he had a real body. He won the war... I betrayed my family.... Under his possession but it still happened. It was so constant. He was always there. Smirking....."

Closing her eyes, Ginny could feel tears trying to fall but she couldn't let them.

".... if it was just that, it would have been okay. Well. No. Not really... I could handle the torture by the Death Eaters... but-" Voice breaking, Ginny realized she couldn't exactly voice it so instead she just did as she had with Ron. Lifted the sleeve of her left arm and showed him the Dark Mark scarred on her arm along with the marks of her trying to cut if off.

"I couldn't fight them... I tried but there were too many and they stunned me and I can't make it go away and oh god, please don't hate me. I didn't want this!"

And came the hysterics. She was breathing quicker, having looked up at Neville, terrified. She knew he had promised. But she was a bloody Death Eater. Not by choice, but wasn't that what the Mark did? What if he showed up!? He would call and have to go.

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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-11 05:24 am UTC (link)
For a long moment, Neville simply let her words sink in. She thought he'd hate her for that? Did she have that little faith in them? No, she'd probably never know it, but he loved her. Completely. And she had been tortured and tormented. Even the other her, the one who'd come from that world (and who had, apparently, been quite keen on killing him), the one who had killed one of his friends, he couldn't hate her. It hadn't been her fault.

It hadn't been her fault. That was all it took going through his head for him to reach out, slipping his arms around Ginny and pulling her close. Voldemort wouldn't break this. Wasn't that what they'd learned? That love was stronger than his hatred? Well, fine, he'd prove that.

"I don't hate you, Gin," he said softly, squeezing her gently. "You didn't do this. It wasn't your fault. You can't help what they did to you. And if we had a way, I'd go kill every one of them myself."

It was such a non-Neville thing to say, but the war had hardened him. He was bitter and angry at times. There were few people he'd willingly see die. The Lestranges, for one. Well, three. And Crouch's son. But Voldemort was extremely high on that list. Potentially number one. And anyone who hurt Ginny.

He pulled back and gently took her arm in his hand. Ever so gently, he ran his fingers over the skin and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect you, not this time."

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-11 02:46 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't so much a matter of faith, as fear for Ginny. Because of everything the Death Eaters had done to Neville's family, to the Wizarding World... how could he look at her with this horrid mark and not think of that? How could any of them be able to do that? But then Neville was hugging her and Ginny's eyes widened in shock. She certainly hadn't expected that. She knew that Neville was patient and not like the others, but she was so scared of losing him because of this, that it blinded her.

Still, hearing his words seemed to break something in her, and the tears she tried to keep began to fall, her entire body trembling as she clung to her best friend and let herself cry over what had happened. She hated crying. She always had, and yet... being free from that place, not being hated, it was a weight lifted off of her chest so she could breathe, and by breathing, she was able to cry. She wasn't even phased by his comment on killing them. She should be. This was Neville. But one, she was emotionally distraught and exhausted and terrified so it didn't register. And well, the war had changed them. Hardened them. How could anyone get through that unscathed?

As he pulled back and took her arm, Ginny blinked in confusion as she wiped her eyes with her free hand, tilting her head to the side as he ran his fingers over the scarred flesh, breath catching and a flush coming to her pale skin. She was so confused...

"It's okay... it's not like any of us had a choice in what happened in being sent away or not..." Still, she didn't want to keep talking about this. She had told him what had happened and even though she had tried not to, she had cried. "Besides, you were sent somewhere, too..."

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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-12 05:30 am UTC (link)
It wasn't okay. It would never be okay because they'd hurt her, and not just for a little while. It wasn't like being jinxed or even hit with a curse. This was permanent. This would be etched on her, every time she showered or changed or when she finally was brave enough to wear short sleeves again. Oh, it would fade. And someday, maybe, it would just be a distant memory. But a mark like that never truly went away. And what if the seal was sick enough to bring in Death Eaters? Or worse, Voldemort himself. The thought made him shudder and Neville tucked one arm around her as they talked, as if he could fend them all off just by being there.

"I was. It was...different. But not so different. And nothing like what you went through." It would never stop being painful to see Ginny cry. Just because she so rarely did it. And, admittedly, because when she hurt, so did he. There was a bond there he shared with few people. Not his gran, definitely. He wanted to believe if he'd known his mum or his dad or both, maybe there. And Luna...he definitely had a bond with Luna. Outcasts, united in one thing that made them a part of something. But Ginny? Something else.

He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "It was no big deal. Honestly, at first I didn't know the difference. I just thought I'd been sent home. But..."

It had been so weird. He had never been jealous of Harry, unless it involved standing in the common room and watching him snog the girl currently at Neville's side. Or maybe occasionally seeing how close he was with Ron and Hermione. He didn't ever get jealous over the press coverage or his personal battles. So it had taken him a while to understand what had happened. "The Prophecy...do you remember? The one with Harry's name on it?" He didn't know how much she knew. He sure as hell hadn't known. "I know what it was about now. And...well, it could've been me, is all."

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-12 07:54 am UTC (link)
Feeling Neville keep an arm around her, Ginny just curled up against him, as if his presence alone could make all the pain and the memories just go away. It didn't. That was silly and naive, but she did feel a bit better. He didn't hate her. They were still how they'd always been and that was important. Oh so very important because if she lost Neville.... If Ginny lost Neville, she was afraid she'd lose herself. Especially now with this stupid Mark on her. The memory of the torture would be there, yes, but it wasn't marked on her like this.

So instead she just nodded some as her best friend spoke. The other her had been suspicious on if that was the case. Riddle had explained the prophecy to her, mocking her because she was the one to ensure that it would not go through after all, she had been the one to kill Harry.

"Other me... I think she had a feeling about that... She kept a diary here. I think she was trying to get in touch with him. Maybe she did. It looks like conversations were had in it... or half of ones.... About how she didn't want to fight you, begging not to be made to kill you as well. I don't know. It was hard to make sense of. But, it went from confusion to not being hated to the pleas not to have to hurt you... so I think she realized that she'd have to because of the prophecy, as if he were here... as if she had to ensure he won here..."

It was strange talking about it. About knowing there was a diary. After her first year, Ginny had sworn off diaries. So knowing one existed? It was bothersome. She'd need to get rid of it. That was certain.

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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-12 02:58 pm UTC (link)
"Ginny, you have to get rid of that thing," Neville insisted almost immediately. No, he didn't think it would be anything like their Tom Riddle's diary. Not with a living soul in it. But who knew? The problem was, if it really was part Riddle now, it was considered a Horcrux, and they'd have to handle it like a Horcrux and how? He was pretty sure they didn't have any basilisk fangs hanging around.

No. It was more just that there was proof of a Ginny who had killed his friend. Her boyfriend. And a Ginny who could have, if given the chance, killed him. "Well, I guess that would explain why you were throwing hexes at me when we got back, huh?" Fine, he was trying to laugh about it. So what? Burying himself in misery wouldn't get them anywhere.

He bit his lip, looking down at her worriedly. She was still his Ginny but in some ways, she was different now. Not the mark, but the experiences. Oh, the war had changed her, certainly. But she'd always stayed strong, standing up to the Carrows and Snape with defiance and fire. The girl who had all but hidden in her room the last several days? That wasn't the same girl. Ginny had been growing up on him, but now she seemed as scared as an ickle firstie.

But at least she was talking. That was something.

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-12 08:41 pm UTC (link)
Ginny nodded some as she folded her hair behind her ear.

"I know." And then Neville was trying to crack the joke about what she was throwing hexes at him. If only it were that. If only... Instead she just shook her head, "Actually, I'd been dueling when I was brought back. One of the few times he wasn't in my head... so I tried to fight him. And then I was here and you had your wand and I thought he was messing with me and.. yeah... sorry." Well, that explained why she had panicked before bolting.

Remaining where she was for a moment longer, Ginny finally untangled herself from Neville and moved to her room to find the diary. She really did hate this. She hated being so scared. She hated how the mere idea of seeing people sent her into a panic. But she was so convinced that they would just somehow know. That those from her world would hex her or something else as irrational. She knew it was irrational and she knew she had to snap out of this. But everything had been so constant. He was always there in her head. It was worse than first year. At least then she didn't remember, but he made sure she remembered what she had done.

Digging through her room, Ginny finally found the diary where she had thrown it at the wall upon finding it the first time before moving out to the living room and set it on the table before her and Neville, staring at it, gaze slightly haunted. It looked so much like the one from their world... was it remotely possible that this had been brought from... No. It had to be a diary from here. It had to be that the other Ginny had just gone slightly crazy because of all the time possessed and she just thought she saw responses that fit how Riddle was and that was that.

Shaking, Ginny took a breath. She had to beat this. She had to. She had come so far from where she had been after that whole thing. And now she was back at square one. She could still feel him in her mind even though she knew he wasn't anymore. It was an internal war. The need to flee, to hide. And then the part of her that had always made her Ginny. The need to fight and prove everyone wrong. She had done it before... but this.... No. She had to.

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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-13 05:28 am UTC (link)
Neville knew there was little he could do to help with the actual mental torment she was going through. It wasn't fair. Maybe if he were an occlumens or legilimens, maybe he could do something. Or if they had a pensieve around, that might be nice. For all the talk about how great it was being a wizard, though, it lost something when they were taken away from the basic comforts of their world. He couldn't help her. He could only watch and hope.

When she returned with the diary, she sat it in front of them. It didn't look that much like the old one...sort of. And he'd never actually felt the other one, so he wouldn't know if there was a difference there, either. What he did know from his long talks with Ginny, though, was that the book would do nothing to him unless he actually wrote in it. So he leaned over and picked it up.

Carefully, he flipped through the pages, before breathing a sigh of relief. "Tom used to write back to you," he reminded her. All this handwriting is yours. Well, hers, I guess. So it can't be more than her talking to what was in her head." Well. That explained a lot. A piece of Voldemort had been here, then. Even if only through that Ginny's mind. Which was a little scary to consider. He could have been killed. If Voldemort had been controlling Ginny and they had both thought he, well, other him, was in the way of the Prophecy, well...

He rested a hand on Ginny's knee and gave it a squeeze. "In my future-Aurorly opinion, it's just a diary. Just a book a desperate and scared girl wrote in. But if you want, we can ask my mum to take a look." And, frankly, he just liked to be able to say that. His mum.

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-13 08:49 pm UTC (link)
"His ink would vanish...." That was all there was to it in regards to if Riddle could have been responding. Either way, the other Ginny clearly thought he had been. The comments she wrote were obviously to another person. If it was from her head or what, Ginny didn't know, but she was unsettled. Because it meant that, in theory, part of Riddle had been in her flat. That wasn't okay. It would never be okay.

Feeling Neville's hand squeeze her knee, Ginny finally stopped staring at nothing given her best friend had taken said diary to examine and looked up. The comment on his future-Auroly opinion caused the teen to smile faintly. It wasn't much, but it was more than she had since she'd been sent to that strange place, so it clearly had to count for something. Of course, involving Alice was something else entirely. Something Ginny didn't know if she felt comfortable with. Yes. Alive was an Auror.... she might have a better idea than they did. But that meant letting someone else in on what had happened. What if Alice decided that... no. Alice seemed to be really nice in all of Ginny's interactions with her. Surely she wouldn't tell Neville to not talk to her because of what had happened... right? And it wasn't as if Neville would listen.. right?

Great, now she was having more paranoid thoughts coursing through her mind. Groaning in frustration, Ginny held her head in her hands. This was horrid. She hated it. Absolutely hated it. She was doubting everything.

"I don't know. Maybe....." Maybe if they tried to destroy it and it didn't automatically go away...? That was a possibility. But if it was a Horcrux, how would they even go about defeating it?

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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-15 08:56 pm UTC (link)
That wasn't the comforting thought he'd been hoping for. His head was busy trying to wrap around how that had worked. If Voldemort, or rather, the horcrux version of Tom Riddle, in the other Ginny's world had her kill Harry, the body of Voldemort could have been formed much earlier. The diary horcrux was never destroyed. But would having it here make any difference? If the actual person and the several other pieces weren't?

Rubbing his sinuses with two fingers, he simply sighed. "We try and do it the old-fashioned way. Toss it in a fire. A major one. Someone's bound to have a bonfire for Halloween, or else we'll just do our own, tell people it's for Guy Fawkes." Muggle tradition, but no one had to know. "I'll hang on to it till then. Keep it out of here. It's you, he wanted, not me. Won't do a thing." Right? It couldn't. It wouldn't. And if Ginny kept it for long enough, she might be tempted to try and see if he was in there. And he couldn't risk letting her do that. Not again.

"If that doesn't work, if it survives that? Then we'll know we have a problem and we'll get the others in on it. Ron and my mum and maybe a couple of the people who've read the books, who know what to do. They don't have to know...what happened." Because Neville wasn't stupid. He knew she would fear being shunned now. And he wouldn't let that happen. He cared too damn much about her.

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-15 09:06 pm UTC (link)
"Right. Big fire. Halloween...." That just meant they had to keep it around for a few weeks. No big deal. Only it was. Because if it really did contain part of Riddle... well, that meant he was here and she'd never be free of him. So maybe she had always thought, deep down, she'd never truly be free. But she had been able to get by. Nothing more than nightmares every so often. Usually when she was highly stressed. But if he was here? In a world that was not even their own? She really never would be free. Of course Neville saying he'd keep the diary caused Ginny to look up at him in shock.

"What? But, no! What if he tries to hurt you?" Yes, she was being irrational. Neville had a very valid point. Riddle hadn't wanted him, he'd wanted her. But didn't he already have her? His mark was burned on her skin. His presence seared into her mind, always there. Even though it had been over a week since she had gotten back, she could still feel him in her. "What if he somehow tries to get you? He knows how to get to me and he'd use you and I don't want you to go through that!" Completely irrational. Because what was to say he was even really there? Jumping up, Ginny started to pace. It was better than crying at least.

She had heard his words about if it doesn't burn they'd involve the others. And while Ginny really didn't want to involve anyone else, Ron already knew. And Alice was an auror. And Remus had been their Defense teacher. Not yet in his timeline but surely he knew his stuff. But would he want her helping him if he knew? Would anyone even help? Oh, they wouldn't mention what happened, Neville said, but they'd figure it out... So for now, focusing on the completely unlikely possibility that the spirit of Tom Riddle was in the diary and would try to get Neville to get to Ginny. Because that clearly would happen.

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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-17 05:54 am UTC (link)
"Ginny..." Shaking his head, he got to his feet, too, and placed his hands on her shoulders to keep her in place. "Stop. Honestly. It's going to be fine. If I never open the book, if I never write in it, I'm fine. You, though..." She was the one in danger. And he was the one who'd rather put himself at risk than let anything happen to her. "You already have the connection to him. He'd reach for you, first. Assuming he is in there, which I really don't think he is." The Dark Lord had taken her over once already. And, if that diary had belonged to Ginny in the other universe, if she'd brought it with her and it was a part of him? He thought he still had control of her. And had for several years.

"Look, I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Not here, not where I am." He was surprised at his other self, to be honest. But maybe he hadn't known. Maybe it had been kept quiet all that time. Or maybe, with Harry gone and Voldemort winning the war, maybe what little bravery he had was killed. Maybe he wouldn't have stood up for Ginny. Maybe he wouldn't have loved her at all.

Standing there in front of her, her eyes scared and worried, he wanted to tell her. But he couldn't. She was vulnerable, then, and he didn't want it like that. If Neville ever did get the courage to say what was in his heart, it wouldn't be like this. Not with her leaning on him because she needed him. It needed to be because she wanted him. And that? Wasn't likely to ever actually happen.

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-17 08:03 am UTC (link)
Feeling Neville's hands on her shoulders, Ginny finally stopped pacing and looked up anxiously. Right. Very valid points. If he didn't open it, didn't write in it, there was nothing Riddle could do. And that was only assuming that he was actually in there. They would be fine. She was just being completely panicked because there was a diary in her flat with half conversations in it that spelled out that she was stuck to Riddle. That he still had a hold of her and always would now.

"Right. No opening it....no writing in it, fine. You'll be fine...."

Taking a slow breath, Ginny gave a determined nod. She had to believe that because if she didn't, well, she really wouldn't sleep at all. Not like she'd been sleeping much to begin with. But Neville being in danger because of her would put it at a whole new level. She wanted to protest that he shouldn't have to do this just because of her, but that seemed to be a fight she'd lose. It usually was. Just like trying to not talk about what was on her mind. Losing battle. Sometimes people just had to pick and choose their battles.

Still, despite it all, despite her ability to pick on things, this was something she wasn't picking on. Perhaps it was because she was preoccupied. Or there was the fact that she was too close to it. So instead she just hugged Neville and closed her eyes.

"If you have to bring it back, it's okay...." Because well, who would want to keep Riddle's diary with them? It was only fair she have to do it. Other her had brought it here, she should be the one to deal with it.

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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-21 04:45 pm UTC (link)
Neville sighed, shaking his head as he held on to her. "Nope, sorry, that's not how it works," he protested. "I don't care. He's hurt you, not me. I can manage." Now, if it had been, say, Bellatrix Lestrange's diary? That was a whole other story. But he wanted to believe he'd lean on her just as much as he was asking her to lean on him. That's what friends were supposed to be for. To depend on each other.

"Look, if it's too much to deal with, I'll just stay on your couch. Merlin knows, you've slept on mine enough," he teased, kissing the top of her head with as much 'brotherly' affection as he could manage. "Trust me, okay? I can deal with this." No, she didn't know him after the war. But she knew him during it. She knew the things he was capable of and she knew he could handle himself under stress. It was one thing he was genuinely good at.

Neville's bursts of bravery may have been few and far between as he'd grown up, but the Hat had sorted him for a reason. He was a Gryffindor, right through to the core. He was willing to stand up for what was right, but moreso, he was willing to fight for those he cared about. And, whether she knew how much or not, Ginny knew he cared about her. If there was anyone he'd fight for, other than his own parents? It was her. Between her, Hermione, and Luna, he'd had friends, despite everything. When the rest of the kids had snickered under their hands or laughed outright, they'd stood by him.

It was why, after the war, when everyone was trying to get on his good side, that he remembered who'd been beside him all along. And it was why he'd been willing to stand back and let Harry take his place with Ginny. It was what she'd wanted.

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-21 05:37 pm UTC (link)
And again he was making her really want to protest that he didn't have to do this just because of her. But it was still a losing battle for her. Oh sure, in normal circumstances, Ginny was the one who won all of their arguments, but when it came to this sort of thing, Neville was annoying persistent and he won them. So she stayed quiet. At least until the comment about her couch.

"What, it's a very comfortable couch!" It was a weak attempt at a joke, but it was still an attempt all the same. She knew that she couldn't keep dwelling on this, and now that she at least knew both Ron and Neville weren't going to hate her because of what happened, she was slightly calmer. She didn't necessarily want anyone from their world hating her, but Neville and Ron were the most important people to her there as Fred had gone missing and probably sent back home. She didn't know the future kids much beyond what she was learning here, and Luna was, well, Luna. As for Tonks and Remus and Alice? Well, she knew them but it wouldn't devastate her as much as it would if Ron and Neville hated her.

Still, feeling the kiss to the top of her head, Ginny flushed slightly and just hid her face against Neville's shoulder. She knew he was right. He could do this. He had run Dumbledore's Army alone after she had to go into hiding with her family. Stood up to the Carrows. He had done so much that people never seemed to realize it. He was her rock, and honestly, had Harry been here, she doubted she would have told him. No. It was Neville who had always been there. She didn't fault Harry at all, he had his own problems to deal with, Voldemort. But in the end, Neville was the one who had been by her through everything. This was just further proof of that.

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[info]onceinhislife
2011-10-24 04:38 am UTC (link)
And Neville would stay by her through everything. It was what he did. Good old reliable Neville. The one who would, eventually, get pushed aside again. And yet he'd still be there when she needed him because he didn't know any other way. And sometimes it hurt, always having to be second in her life. But he'd deal. He always did. Another talent of his, but one she could never know about.

Reluctantly, he stepped away, looking down at her with a hint of a smile. "I'm going to get this thing out of here. And I'm not telling you where so don't go looking for it." Like she had his second year. The dorm room had been trashed. But, of course, he'd had no way of knowing it was her. "And then we're going to do something fun. Something relaxing. Just the two of us, yeah?" She couldn't be worried about people knowing if it was just them. And she'd wear long sleeves and he wouldn't mention it and everything would be fine.

Everything was always just fine.

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[info]fierygin
2011-10-28 12:20 am UTC (link)
If Ginny ever realized that she was hurting Neville, she'd hate herself. It wasn't intentional, it never was. He was her best friend, they were there for one another when no one else was. Or if they just didn't know how to go to anyone else. In the end, they stood side by side. It was how it always was. And sometimes, lately, it confused Ginny. But now wasn't the time to think about confusing thoughts in regards to her best friend because really, that was opening doors that she wasn't ready to open. Especially not right now.

Still, as he stepped away, Ginny took a deep breath and weakly smiled in response.

"Yeah. Good plan..."

Because even if she wanted nothing to do with the diary, Neville was right. The curiosity might get to be too much, or she might just inexplicably decide she needed to know. And she'd write in it and everything would go wrong. So hopefully having no idea where it was would keep her from tearing apart the entire complex. And then he was saying they were going to go do something fun. She wanted to protest. She hadn't exactly been too keen on leaving her flat... still, she should get out. She knew that.

"Okay, yeah. Just the two of us."

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