Ginny had been feeling unusually happy lately.
Her family didn't have the money to buy brand-new textbooks.
But before term started, she discovered a diary tucked inside that secondhand copy of Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.
It had a black cover, the corners slightly worn, yet the pages inside were still pristine and white.
She could write anything in it.
The diary would absorb the ink and respond to her thoughtfully.
The handwriting was neat and elegant, as if a gentle friend were speaking to her directly from the page.
The feeling was wonderful, like gaining a confidant she could talk to about anything.
From the diary, she learned that its owner was named Tom, a former Hogwarts student from many years ago.
Although her family adored her and her brothers treated her well, she was still a girl.
Her brothers couldn't always understand her thoughts, but the diary could.
Tom always listened patiently, offered advice, and made her feel understood in a way she never had before.
After the Sorting Ceremony, back in her dormitory, Ginny took out the diary again, planning to tell Tom about the first day of school.
"Tom, I was sorted into Gryffindor today…"
She had only just written the line when a wave of dizziness washed over her.
Her eyelids grew heavy. Her consciousness began to blur.
She tried to fight the drowsiness, but her body refused to obey.
The quill slipped from her fingers, ink spreading into a small blot on the parchment.
Moments later, Ginny awoke.
But her eyes were now cold and detached, utterly unlike her usual gentle innocence.
She looked at the words in the diary, disgust flickering in her gaze.
"Tom…"
She raised her hand and struck through the name Tom, replacing it with Voldemort.
The handwriting turned sharp and vicious.
Then the words were slowly absorbed by the diary.
She glanced around the room. Her roommates were all fast asleep.
Moonlight spilled across the beds. The dormitory was so quiet that only steady breathing could be heard.
Ginny, or rather, the presence now controlling her body, rose silently.
Her movements were light, every step avoiding even the slightest noise.
She left the dormitory, crossed the common room, and quickened her pace.
Out of Gryffindor Tower, through the empty corridors, and straight out of the castle doors.
The night wind brushed against her red hair, but she felt no cold at all.
Far from the castle, in a place devoid of people.
Here, there was only moonlight, and her.
Tom no longer restrained himself and burst into laughter.
"Kehehehehe!!"
The laughter echoed through the night, sharp and unhinged.
It was the voice of a little girl, yet filled with an adult's malice and arrogance.
He had finally returned to the world.
Even if it was only by borrowing this girl's body, even if his power was still weak, it was enough.
He had time.
He had patience.
Soon, he would reclaim his true strength.
...
From a distance, Charlie spotted someone moving about, likely another nocturnal wanderer.
He had no intention of approaching. Everyone had their own business.
Then that person suddenly threw their head back and laughed.
The movements were wild, but the voice was unmistakably that of a little girl.
"Wahahahahahaha!!"
Charlie nearly jumped in surprise.
Since when were little girls this edgy?
But that laugh made him realize who it was.
Ginny.
The last time he saw her, she'd been quiet and timid, hiding behind Mrs. Weasley.
Now she was this brazen?
Sneaking out on the very first night. That took guts.
It reminded him of himself last year.
Back then, Fred and George had taken him on night excursions, taught him prank techniques, and showed him the castle's secret passages.
Now it was time for him to pass on the tradition.
The legacy of the Night Roaming Squad.
After finishing her laughter, Ginny continued forward, her steps light and quick.
Charlie followed at a distance, curious to see whether the youngest Weasley had inherited her brothers' talents.
Ginny wandered around outside the castle, seemingly familiarizing herself with the area.
Before long, the two of them reached the vicinity of Hagrid's hut.
Under the moonlight, the hut looked especially peaceful.
Inside the fence outside were several animals, some goats and a flock of roosters.
All of them were fast asleep.
Ginny suddenly stopped, her gaze locking onto the roosters.
Her eyes turned cold.
She slipped silently over the fence, moving with agility that didn't look like a first-time effort.
The roosters sensed danger and began to stir.
Ginny reached out and grabbed the largest one.
"Cluck, cluck, !"
The rooster flailed desperately, wings beating, its cries sharp and panicked.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Fang's barking erupted from inside the hut, followed by Hagrid's groggy voice.
"What's goin' on?"
The sound of the bed creaking came from inside.
Ginny froze for a split second, frustration flashing across her face.
But she quickly seized the rooster and vaulted back over the fence.
Charlie raised an eyebrow. This girl moved way too well. Had Fred given her special training over the summer?
Hagrid came out of the hut wrapped in a coat, hair sticking out everywhere, clearly just woken up.
"Fang, what is it?"
Fang barked furiously in the direction Ginny had fled, but when Hagrid followed his gaze, he saw nothing.
Only empty grass under the moonlight.
Hagrid yawned and gave the fence a careless glance.
The roosters had quieted down again, nothing apparently out of place.
"Must be the roosters fightin' again," he muttered.
"They always make a racket at night."
Careless as ever, he didn't notice that one rooster was missing and went back inside.
Charlie frowned, staring in the direction Ginny had gone.
An eleven-year-old girl sneaking out in the middle of the night to steal a rooster?
That was way too strange.
He immediately followed after her.
Ginny moved quickly, clutching the rooster as she headed straight into the woods.
Soon, she stopped beneath a large tree.
Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
She placed the rooster down and pulled something from her robes.
Cold moonlight glinted off metal.
A knife.
Ginny raised it, the blade flashing under the moon.
The rooster seemed to sense death, struggling desperately to escape.
But her hand was steady, pinning it firmly in place.
"Cluck!"
The cry was cut short.
Blood splattered across the ground.
The rooster's head rolled away, its body twitching violently.
Charlie's eyes widened.
Holy shit, this isn't edgy.
This is a straight-up pervert.
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