It Doesn't Take One Day
'Draco was no longer strutting around-he looked resentful & sulky. On the other hand, Ginny Weasley was perfectly happy again.' Or was she? Takes place after her 1st year.
CHAPTER ONE: The Black Box
Dear Tom,
I don't understand why I feel so compelled to continue writing you. You're dead. No, that's not the right word. I mean, you were a memory; something that was best left behind, forgotten. Why can't I forget you!
I no longer write in journals, or diaries, as you called them. That was the only thing I argued with you about. But that's not the point; actually, I don't believe there ever was a point. I simply had to write…to someone…anyone…to you.
Ginny Weasley looked down at her letter, the letter meant for a man who could never return. Sighing, the eleven year old girl looked around the room she shared with the other first year girls. They'd all be leaving later that day, seeing as it was one in the morning. Sighing once again, Ginny slipped her hand under her bed and fetched out a black box, engraved with green and silver snakes, and slipped her letter into the black box.
A/N-I know this was a short chapter, but the next one will be longer, but only if people think I should continue so please review!
