Ink Poisoning
At eleven years old, Ginny Weasley had found something she had thought, as her mother had told her, she would not find until she was much older.
Ginny Weasley had found love.
Not that she would ever tell anyone else this; that she had found, within the worn pages of Tom Marvolo Riddle's diary, her first, true love. The love that she had experienced then had made her hero-worshiping crush on Harry seem child-like and immature.
And despite what anyone else would say-what Tom himself had said-she had found her first love in the teenage version of the man who would one day take over the world, and himself personally kill hundreds of people and would kill still more.
Once, she had written both her initials and his and circled them in a heart.
Not many would remember his true name.
But that wouldn't matter.
Because she would.