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Ginny reached for the journal warily, remembering the time she had found Tom Riddle’s her first year at Hogwarts.
Finally he heaved a heavy sigh finishing quietly, “It was as if you had been knocked off your feet and slammed onto hot concrete; leaving you breathless and in unimaginable pain.”
The fog was quickly becoming thicker and a low animal like growl sounded from across the room, next to the bookshelf.
As they stared, Ginny thought they would all quite agree that the teenage girl was very pretty. She had that familiar air of traces of Mrs. Weasley in her face that Harry would probably pinpoint as her chocolate colored eyes.
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