"I guess the real reason Ginny Weasley's like this is because she opened
her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger." -Tom
Marvolo Riddle
Ginny and the Diary:
This is me, Ginny Weasley, I suppose you know about me, or on second thought, maybe you don't, after all, I am only Ginny the girl who sold her soul to Tom Riddle. The one with the diary. This is my story.
It all started innocently enough, I found a diary in one of my schoolbooks for my first year. It was red looking, and had the Hogwarts emblem on it. Of course I decided it might be fun to start writing in it, something to get rid of my agony. Agony of being the only girl, the youngest, the baby, trials and tribulations about how Harry, Harry Potter didn't like me, about how we were poor, everything. I poured my self into it, everything I had. Such as when I wrote this, and scarily enough Tom had been preserved through the diary, I remember writing something like this.
Dear
Tom,
I hope this finds you in good spirits, for I am not. Ron just makes funny of me all the time, and Harry, will Harry doesn't even pay attention to me. I'm just Ginny, Ginny Weasley, and little sister to all. Malfoy keeps calling me "Weasel" along with many other twisted things. I just hope Hogwarts will get better, I hope. I have to close this now. Goodbye Tom.
Love,
Ginny
He responded like he always did with things similar to:
Dear
Ginny,
Things will get better for you, I just know it, everyone has problems at times, I feel so sorry for you, but keep a positive attitude and things will look up. Punch Malfoy in the nose for me too, picking on a girl like that!
Yours,
Tom.
See what I mean? He was so compassionate, and sweet, and I liked him, really liked him, he was the friend I never had. Or at least I thought so. He worked through me and the power, and soul in which I had traded him for.
Now, as simple as this may sound, remember this: Never give someone your soul, never trade it for a kind word or a sweet compliment. Be careful for careless flattery is not exactly flattery and nothing is worth trading in your soul for.
Thanks for reading! Please read and review! Possibly To Be Continued Tom's point of view on the whole thing. Enjoy!
Ginny and the Diary:
This is me, Ginny Weasley, I suppose you know about me, or on second thought, maybe you don't, after all, I am only Ginny the girl who sold her soul to Tom Riddle. The one with the diary. This is my story.
It all started innocently enough, I found a diary in one of my schoolbooks for my first year. It was red looking, and had the Hogwarts emblem on it. Of course I decided it might be fun to start writing in it, something to get rid of my agony. Agony of being the only girl, the youngest, the baby, trials and tribulations about how Harry, Harry Potter didn't like me, about how we were poor, everything. I poured my self into it, everything I had. Such as when I wrote this, and scarily enough Tom had been preserved through the diary, I remember writing something like this.
Dear
Tom,
I hope this finds you in good spirits, for I am not. Ron just makes funny of me all the time, and Harry, will Harry doesn't even pay attention to me. I'm just Ginny, Ginny Weasley, and little sister to all. Malfoy keeps calling me "Weasel" along with many other twisted things. I just hope Hogwarts will get better, I hope. I have to close this now. Goodbye Tom.
Love,
Ginny
He responded like he always did with things similar to:
Dear
Ginny,
Things will get better for you, I just know it, everyone has problems at times, I feel so sorry for you, but keep a positive attitude and things will look up. Punch Malfoy in the nose for me too, picking on a girl like that!
Yours,
Tom.
See what I mean? He was so compassionate, and sweet, and I liked him, really liked him, he was the friend I never had. Or at least I thought so. He worked through me and the power, and soul in which I had traded him for.
Now, as simple as this may sound, remember this: Never give someone your soul, never trade it for a kind word or a sweet compliment. Be careful for careless flattery is not exactly flattery and nothing is worth trading in your soul for.
Thanks for reading! Please read and review! Possibly To Be Continued Tom's point of view on the whole thing. Enjoy!