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           "Ginny,pleasewakeup,"Harrymuttereddesperately,shakingher. Ginny’sheadlolledhopelesslyfromsidetoside. 

           "Shewon’twake,"saidasoftvoice. 

           Harryjumpedandspunaroundonhisknees. 

           Atall,black-hairedboywasleaningagainstthenearestpillar,watching. Hewasstrangelyblurredaroundtheedges,asthoughHarrywerelookingathimthroughamistedwindow. Buttherewasnomistakinghim. 

           "Tom-TomRiddle?" 

           Riddlenodded,nottakinghiseyesoffHarry’sface. 

           "Whatd’youmean,shewon’twake?"Harrysaiddesperately. "She’snot-she’snot-?" 

           "She’sstillalive,"saidRiddle."Butonlyjust." 

           Harrystaredathim. TomRiddlehadbeenatHogwartsfiftyyearsago,yetherehestood,aweird,mistylightshiningabouthim,notadayolderthansixteen. 

           "Areyouaghost?"Harrysaiduncertainly. 

           "Amemory,"saidRiddlequietly. "Preservedinadiaryforfiftyyears." 

           Hepointedtowardthefloornearthestatue’sgianttoes. LyingopentherewasthelittleblackdiaryHarryhadfoundinMoaningMyrtle’sbathroom. Forasecond,Harrywonderedhowithadgotthere-butthereweremorepressingmatterstodealwith. 

           "You’vegottohelpme,Tom,"Harrysaid,raisingGinny’sheadagain. "We’vegottogetheroutofhere. There’sabasilisk...Idon’tknowwhereitis,butitcouldbealonganymoment...Please,helpme." 

           Riddledidn’tmove. Harry,sweating,managedtohoistGinnyhalfoffthefloor,andbenttopickuphiswandagain. 

           Buthiswandhadgone. 

           "Didyousee-?" 

           Helookedup.Riddlewasstillwatchinghim-twirlingHarry’swandbetweenhislongfingers.