A/N: Just a quick little vignette I did for fun. Might come back and write companion pieces for it later when I need a break from the longer works.
The day was unusually bright and Ginny sat on a cool bench, a novel open in her hands, waiting for her brothers to exit Diagon Alley's newest broom shop. She couldn't deny that the brooms were amazing, far exceeding their competitors in speed and quality, but she had no desire to gawk at a broom she didn't have the money to buy.
As she read, a cool breeze ruffled her hair and she took the opportunity to look up while she pushed it back behind her ears. She happened to be looking in the right direction to lock eyes with a boy exiting one of the many labyrinthine, more subtle, entrances to Knockturn alley. She was filled with a sense of déjà vu; something called to her from behind those dark eyes- something she thought she'd lost.
She felt like his hair should be neat. Instead, it stuck up everywhere and appeared to defy gravity to form two oddly curved and spaced locks that somewhat resembled horns. His eyes were not calculating as they should have been. Instead, they were mischievous but no less wicked for it. Yet, there was something. Something that he had in common with the boy she knew. She shuddered. He winked at her.
Suddenly, she felt as if she was holding the cold leather of Tom's journal in her hand again. She looked down, to reassure herself that it was not there only to find it or something that looked very much like it. She stood and her eyes raced to find the boy. He was gone, swallowed by the crowds. Slowly, she eased herself back onto the bench. Her knuckles turning white from gripping the diary so hard.
In her purse, there was a pen she'd received from Hermione next to her own little journal. She pulled it out and touched the tip to the pages.
"Hello Tom," she wrote.
"Hello! You seem to know my name but I am certain we have never met," he wrote back.
Tears streamed down her face and onto the pages of the book she'd so long thought destroyed.