Tada! Another installment of THE LETTERS series! It's a HarryxGinny and starts off with Tom Riddle's diary. Although it's not a conversation, Ginny leaves a letter to Tom so he can respond the next time she opens the diary. Hey, even Horcruxes need neaps every once and a while. Enjoy!

Summary: Lord Voldemort was the first to know. HarryxGinny.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING.

This story is dedicated to all the people who perished in nine- eleven.

Dear Tom,

I can't believe I finally made it! After all those years, seeing my brothers go on the trains, ready for anything, all I wanted to do was join them on their adventure, wanted to learn magic and be just like the. So when mum woke me up this morning with a sad sort of smirk on her face, I just knew that it was my turn to be someone.

Today is my first year at Hogwarts. Right now I am on the train, heading for the castle. I suppose it's going to be, well, magical. Except, I really can't imagine it would be very much fun without any friends. Even Ronald has friends! (Speaking of Ronald, where is he?) And what friends he has. A sweet muggle girl, Hermione Granger. Oh, and Tom, you won't believe who else, the great Harry Potter!

Oh Tom, I met him last year and I could barely take my eyes off of him. I said all of two words to him, but the look he gave me, a mix of nervousness and exasperation, gave me all I needed to know. He thought I was cute! You wouldn't believe the look on my face when I walked down the stairs this summer to see him sitting there, at my kitchen table! Oh Tom, I nearly had to go to the loo! Well, I suppose it wasn't that bad, but I still felt absolutely bonkers. My stomach jumped so far up my body that I didn't feel hungry for the next few days. Just to know that he was down there, sleeping in Ron's room, only a few doors up from mine…

Did you ever fall in love, Tom? I do believe that I am. In love, I mean. I can almost see us twenty five years from now, with three kids of our own, walking to King's Cross to put them on the train… Anyway, I'll bet that some lovely little lady turned your head, Tom. You seem nothing but loving.

What House were you in? I know which one I'd be in. Gryffindor. All my brothers were sorted into that House, I probably will too. You probably were a Gryffindor too, you're brave. Definitely not a Slytherin, though. You're too nice.

You know who else is a Gryffindor? Harry Potter. No wonder too, at the end of last term he beat this evil wizard named Vol- er, You- Know -Who trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone from Dumbledore. I really hate him. I'm not surprised Harry beat him again, he's so brave. I wonder how this next year is going to be, and if Harry'll win again. My dad always said we need a few more heroes in this life. He says that Dumbledore is the greatest wizard ever, do you agree? I don't think so, I think it's Harry.

We are coming soon to Hogwarts, wish me luck Tom!

Mrs. Harry Potter

(Or do you think Mrs. Harry Weasley Potter? Hm, too much?)

Tom,

I'd bet you'd congratulate me if you could see me know. A true Gryffindor, through and through. I'll admit that I was rather skeptical about it, as all my family has been in the house before me, but I think I'll do fine. To be honest, I wouldn't have minded Ravenclaw, if not only to be different from my family. I want to be an individual. I want to, I don't know, stand out. I think I'm the only one in my family to be writing to a mysterious pen pal, if that counts. I do believe it does.

I guess my being sorted into Gryffindor means I get to be closer to Harry. Although I won't have any classes with him, I suppose it'll be an adventure all the same to see him doing his homework while reclining on the couch in the common room. I'll just be a few chairs down, not near the fire, in the dark, watching him just to see if he wrinkles his eyebrows when he's confused. I'd bet he does, and I'd bet it's adorable.

Oh boy Tom, I wish you could meet him. You would get along so well, why, I'd bet you'd be brothers. Honestly Tom, I don't understand why you won't tell me what House you were Sorted into, I promise I won't judge if you were a Huffelpuff. I'm sure some important wizards came out of Huffelpuff at some point in time. You were a real person at some point, weren't you? I suppose you wouldn't have known how to talk if you hadn't. How did you get trapped in there? Do you need help getting out? I'm sure Harry can help you.

Harry can do anything.

As I sit here in the common room after a long days worth of classes, I'm curious to see if he comes around, and where the famous Harry Potter spends his afternoon hours. I doubt the library, but that's typically where Hermione studies, or so I'm told. I can't help but feel jealous of all the time she spends with Harry, even though it's obviously not romantic. It is so very funny to see Ron's ears get pink ever time she walks through a door. I do believe that little Ron has his first crush! He won't ever admit it.

My classes, at least most of them, are atrocious. They figure to bite down hard the first week and it's aggravating. Especially that Lockheart character. Mum fancies him, but I play along 'cause she's so funny. In all reality he's a bloody fool, and a fake. And not even attractive in the slightest! Harry's far more attractive then that sorry bloke will ever be.

Dear God, I hope that fairy isn't coming down too hard on Harry. Oh and Snape! He's a right old bat, let me tell you. Absolutely horrid. I wouldn't be surprised if he really did work for You- Know- Who. He gave us four essays to write, and it's only the first week of term! Goodness, I hope Dumbledore fires him. Or even better! I hope he kicks the bucket like Quirrell did. Good riddance, from what I heard from Ron.

Anyway, Double Potions with the Slytherins tomorrow, wish me luck!

Ginny.

Tom,

Strange things are beginning to happen, first I overheard Ron saying something about Harry hearing things and then all of a sudden Filch's cat turns up petrified along with a threatening message to all muggle borns on a wall. It seems to be written in blood. Do you know what seems to be the worst part of it all? I can't seem to remember what I did today, or even the most of yesterday. All I know is that it's midnight and I'm sitting in my dormitory, even though I haven't the slightest idea of when I got to bed. Professor McGonagall even told me that she hadn't seen me at the Great Hall this evening, even though I distinctly remember talking to Lavender Brown. Maybe that was lunch.

Anyway, I ran into Harry, and after I blushed I asked him why he seemed so upset. He says that people are beginning to suspect him! Harry couldn't have done such an awful thing Tom, you know he didn't. Just so brave… I'd bet it was that slimy Malfoy boy again! He's always been such a bother, don't you think, Tom? Always making fun of Harry. Well, I don't think he should, the slimy git.

Merlin, I hope I'm alright, maybe I should see Madame Pomfrey.

Ginny.

Alright, now I think I'm losing it. I must be going bonkers because there's no other way to explain the sudden blackouts and loss of memory. Whenever I forget a day, all of a sudden someone ends up getting hurt and Harry gets blamed for it. Do you think it's me, Tom? I couldn't stand it if I ever hurt Harry! Besides, me blanking out for a few days does not make me popular with the professors, especially when large assignments are due. I hope my subconscious is good at making up excuses.

I don't understand why you keep asking me to do things, Tom. I'm sorry I flushed you down the toilet, I really am, but sometimes you're just downright scary. Alright, I'm scared Tom. What's going on? I keep on having nightmares with big snakes and I wake up with the inner part of my chest hurting, almost like a part of my soul is being ripped out. You don't think that whatever monster that's roaming about is getting me, do you? Goodness knows I haven't been petrified. But what if it's punishing me for something? You need to help me!

Maybe I should just go to Harry for help… but what if it turns out that I'm evil, Tom? What then? He'll hate me forever and I'll never see him again. Then he wouldn't even talk to Ronald anymore, and Ronald would be mad at me forever. I don't want more people to get hurt! Help me, Tom! Every time I write to you, you seem to get more real!

Please help! I feel dizzy…

Ginny.

Tom Marvolo Riddle sat on the long black benches that divided the earth from hell. It was his purgatory to stay at the place that caused the majority of his anguish, alone, for eternity. The empty orphanage seemed as gloomy as ever in the afterlife, with no children to torture and no spiders to slip down the mistresses' dress. A black smoke wafted and ten times a day he was visited by a soul he killed and brutally forced to re- witness their deaths with their perspective. Lord Voldemort had suffered ten souls worth of deaths that day and was weak with the exquisite torture he had inflicted upon the innocent.

When he was not visited by the ghosts of his killings past, he was visited by far worst things. Memories. The memories of the living, and sometimes the dead. The sorrows and the lives he had changed.

Today he was reliving the life of Ginny Weasley, beginning with the branding of her soul by the use of his diary. He was being taken through the journey of her life, the romance he could never stand, the detailed day to day descriptions that he could barely force himself through the first time. He was forced to read his responses, too, and the changes he caused in her adolescence were almost blinding to the Dark Lord.

Lord Voldemort was never a humble man, especially after he had gained almost complete domination of the wizarding world for that last year. But after the hell before hell, he was now as meek as the day he was born. In purgatory you couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and were forced to be consistently grilled with your wrongdoings.

His tortured soul threw the words at him slowly, painfully, every vowel leaving a new scar, every signature being permanently etched into the recesses of his brain, never to be forgotten. The slow pain caused him to think, and he almost wished for hell if it meant constant pain, a mercy from the thinking.

When the distributor of punishments ran out of Ginny Weasley's first year's worth of memories, more ones were just thrust upon him. This time they were from a normal parchment journal, but painfully gushy nonetheless. Love still made Tom Riddle sick, and there was no worse punishment then the innocent love that a young Ginny Weasley had for her future husband, the great Harry Potter.

Lord Voldemort closed his eyes and allowed the girl's second year memories to envelope him at a turtle's pace.

Soo… two thousand words. Pretty good, aye? Let me know what you thought, as usual. For some reason this one is pretty long, the others will probably just be a thousand, except for years five or six.