Ginny Weasley sat in the girl 's bathroom, staring at her pale, trembling hands. She grit her teeth together hard, trying to end the torrent of tears that had been streaming down her face for what had to have been hours. Hogwarts was horribly quiet, as news of Hermione Granger 's death spread throughout the school. Laying on the floor at her feet was the diary. that infernal thing that lead to all of this. It was her fault, all of it. If only she hadn 't been so stupid as to fall under its spell. She had already thrown it, stomped on it, screamed at it until she was hoarse, but it still simply lay on the tile, just inches away from where she sat, taunting her, waiting for her still. If her brothers ever found out what she had done, it would all be over. She wondered if children were sent to Azkaban for such crimes, or if there was some sort of magical prison for misbehaving children. Her mother …show more content…
She stared at the journal a little while longer, then kicked it again, sending it skidding to the opposite wall, where it fell open, the quill that she had left inside sitting there, still glistening with ink, despite not having been dipped in an inkwell for several hours. She wanted to run, she wanted to hide. She wanted to do everything, even confess, if that would help, but she knew it wouldn 't. Everything was over, ruined, unless she figured out a way to hide the truth from everyone. To just continue looking like she was a normal, everyday student. She needed help from someone clever. She thought of all of the Slytherins of her year, those with the most cunning, the types that could slither out of messes like this without a scratch, either physically or mentally, Ginny thought. Perhaps they weren 't as sinister as she assumed, but the Slytherins she had met thus far had been somewhat cruel, and she could never go to any of them for