With everyone looking bad for the one person that Harry cared about, he’d decided to go down into the castle to see just what the hell had been attacking people. He hadn’t imagined that it would be dearly departing Ginevra, nor had he expected to find the coalescing shade of a young Voldemort; Thomasin Riddle, wanting to come to life and yet kept away by how minuscule the Weasley had been.