That's All She Wrote

Author: Otaku Neko Ninja Miko Tenshi

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; however, all original content is mine. All challenges are property of their specified creators.

—For the "Twister Challenge" (alyssialui); the ".:Harry Potter Cooking Club Challenge:." (Screaming Faeries); the "Open Category Challenge" (DobbyRocksSocks); the "Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge"; "The 'As Many As You Want' Comp." (booksdefygravity); the "Hogwarts Casino 2014 Challenge/Competition" (CUtopia), and the "Pick A Card, Any Card Challenge" (butterflygirly99).

Enjoy!—

Warning: Mild dark themes.


Dear diary,

My name is Ginny Weasley.

(There's a sudden flick of ink, as though the writer was startled by an interruption; the dry scratch of a quill ghosts over the sheet, like the point had followed the path of some invisible words)

Oh my gosh.


Hello?

[. . .]

I'm sorry, I was just a little surprised at all – I shouldn't be, I was raised in the world of magic, after all. Hehe.

[. . .]

You're right, let's start fresh – my name is Ginny. It's nice to meet you, Tom.


Say, do you have a, um, brain?

[. . .]

(The black liquid isn't as fresh here; there was reluctance in answering)

No reason.

[. . .]

Yes, it was a rather silly question… I'm sorry.

[. . .]

Really?

[. . .]

Oh, Tom, you're so nice… I wish I had friends that were as sweet as you.

[. . .]

:)


[. . .]

Haha, good one!

Oh, Tom… Having you is like a friend I can carry in my pocket *heart*


Tom, can you keep a secret?

[. . .]

You see, I have a crush on a boy – shh!

[. . .]

Harry Potter (gosh, I'm blushing already!). He's better known as the Boy-Who-Lived, for obvious reasons.

[. . .]

You don't kn

(The word stops in the middle, akin to a pause of realisation)

Oh, yeah, I forgot. Sorry. Well, in short, he survived an attack by You-Know-Who.

[. . .]

Surely you must know who You-Know-Who is! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?

[. . .]

(There's no more text; the page is wrinkled, creased by nervous hands. The writer must have fled)


V o ld em

(The shaky jotting is crossed out, with the following word scribbled down firmly–)

Voldemort.


[. . .]

It's fine; I just find the name terrifying, is all. There's no need to apologise.

[. . .]

Just… don't make me say it from now on?

[. . .]

Thank you.


It's been a while, huh? I've been studying lately; they aren't until a few months, and I'm only a first-year, but the exams still seem very stressful – one of my older brothers has a nice friend named Hermione, though, and she's helped me plan everything out. If only I was as smart as her…

[. . .]

Yeah, but…

[. . .]

The thing is,

(Hesitation)

I- I think that Harry likes her.


The other girls are right, he (Harry?) is way out of my league; he's rich and famous and can charm anyone with his cute features, whereas I'm just some poor ginger whose family can't even afford proper robes.

I don't deserve him.


[. . .]

You're right, I SHOULD be more confident in myself. I will become more self-confident!

Thank you, Tom. Sometimes, I think that you're the only one who understands…


(Frustrated notes are scattered across the page in disarray, an angry tornado doodled messily in the corner)

Stupid stupid stupid Hermione – what does he see in her anyway? Bushy hair, buckteeth and more ego than her DAMN head can hold, that's all she has going for her! Freaky know-it-all swot!

I hate her, I hate her, I HATE-!


(The calligraphy is shivering now)

Tom, something's wrong.


Oh my god oh my god oh my god…

Tom, it happened again – I blacked out whilst I was revising, and when I woke up, I was lying with the drapes closed and uniform covered in bird feathers. Why do I smell of goose, and…

I think I'm going insane, Tom.


Tom, why aren't you answering me? I'm scared, and you're the only one I can turn to!

(Small, wet droplets stain the white of the paper)

im scared. please, help me...


(A smudge of red marks the edge. There is no ink)


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*splash*

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D I D - Y O U - HONESTLY - THINK - THAT - Y O U - COULD - ESCAPE - M E - THAT - EASILY, - GIRL - ?

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the chamber of secrets has been opened. enemies of the heir… beware


(Word count: 630)

*Chosen prompts: title the fic "That's All She Wrote"; baking powder [increasing stress]; angst OR Trio Era; Artemis [write about Ginny]; Weasley, please, shiver, point, not romantic; entry fee; the Six of Spades [write about Ginny]*

Author's Note: -checks off on fingers- First time writing for the Harry Potter fandom, my first time writing in this style, and also my first completed deadline… Ho boy.

I think that this is the shortest fanfiction I've ever completed, poetry aside; I managed to beat Liza to the finish line, so I'm claiming the proud spot of third-entry for Twister XD Sorry for the wait, competitors.

Jokes aside, this is somewhat based of a headcanon I have where the diary possessed Ginny during her darkest moments; as a young girl aged eleven, she'd be a good candidate for emotional instability... Huh.

As always, if you spot any errors or if you think that Ginny is OOC/inconsistent with the canon, then by all means let me know. I have to gain EXP with her somehow~ Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you again! :D

-ONNMT, x