This is from a recent dream and Ginny is the one telling this tale. She is under Tom's bidding.
There I was, sitting in my room pondering this. How should I do it. I thought and thought until 1:00 AM. Then I decided. The diary said while the boy was asleep
My name is Ginerva, Ginny, Weasley and I'm 16 years old. I live in a cottage called the Burrow with my six brothers. The youngest, Ron, is whom I would plan and ponder on. He will be mine.
I crept down to the kitchen and got a sharp object. Yes, I thought, this is perfect. I then tiptoed the quietest I could back to my small room. I pulled off the cover of the piece. It was shiny and sharp. I crept over to my desk and got a quill and some parchement to write a note in his point of view that said:
There was an accident. I have passed on away. Don't worry, you'll see me very soon. I do not remember the event as I got killed in it. There are no suspicions needed, especially on my sister Ginny, she is too sweet to do anything like that although she may look and act thought most of the time. The time has come for this
Ron
I got up and quietly walked to his room with the item reciting the last line in my head. The time has come for this, the time has come for this, I thought semi-smiling.
I crept up in his room and got close to the bed. I gently taped the note to him. He squirmed very fast. I had a small moment of panic because I thought that he would wake up. I waited and he stopped moving. Then I got up close and raised the object high and said in a mighty voice,
"The time has come for this"...