Hey this came into my head and I just couldn't resist writing it *giggles*, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter sadly :(

Harry looked at the dog-earred diary and smirked. He'd discovered that held the memory of Tom Marvolo Riddle and that whenever he wrote in it Tom would write back. Picking up his quill he sat in front of the Common Room fireplace and proceeded to write:

Harry: Sup Tom?

Tom: I am not familiar with the term sup to what are you refering to?

Harry: It means hello Tom. Honestly this was too easy.

Tom: How was your day? Did you do much?

Harry: I did fuck all what with the restrictions since the attacks.

Tom: I am afraid I am not familiar with the term fuck either.

Harry: It means enjoy.

Tom: Ah, have you heard any leads about the attacks Harry?

Harry: Nah and the rumours are a load of shit, that means fun by the way.

Tom: Do you know what Dumbledore plans to do?

Harry: I'm afraid I have no idea, I better get to bed the last time I stayed out late there were some awkward questions.

Harry left the Common Room trying not to laugh, when he'd first discovered the diary he had asked about the attacksnand found out about Hagrid. However upon seeing that Tom knew no modern dialect what with being 50 years old his maurauder side couldn't let this opportunity go. After changing into his pyjamas he climbed into his bed looking forward to another round of Tom teasing the next night.

The next day however these plans were cancelled as Neville ran up to him telling him that his trunk had been ransacked. Upon searching he noticed the diary was gone.

(Ginny POV)

Sitting down in her dormitory she breathed a sigh of relief. She had done it, retrieved what was fast becoming the bane of her existence. feverishly she grabbed a quill desperate to be reunited with Tom:

Ginny: Tom are you okay?

Tom: Sup I've been fucking myself when talking to Harry.

Ginny: What?

Tom: Yes it was really quite shit.

Ginny put down the diary sure the sleep deprivation was being to get to her.