Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. A nice lady named Joanne Rowling does.
This was just a random idea I had while walking to the bus stop this morning :)
MY NAME IS GINEVRA M. WEASLEY
I have been hidden here for years. Slowly biding my time until I am again needed once more.
Few people know I exist. Those that do are sworn to the utmost secrecy. If the plan were to be revealed, I would instantly be destroyed. This cannot happen.
I look inconspicuous. Nobody would ever guess what power I hold within my aging depths. But I must wait until the time is right to reveal who I truly am. It is all part of His plan.
Years alone; lonely, waiting. I tell myself that I am here for a reason, and nothing must divert me from my true calling. So I am patient: silent yet deadly. I have powers most wizards could never dream of achieving, yet am forced to keep my secrets concealed.
Sometimes I hoped I'd never have to be called up. That would mean the unthinkable had happened. Either He had never gained power, or He had been destroyed. I always hoped neither had happened.
However one day in late summer, fifty years on from my birth, I discovered the horrifying truth. He had been thwarted. I now had a purpose, a reason for my existence. My life had a goal that I needed to achieve for Him to be successful.
September 1st
My name is Ginevra M. Weasley. I am eleven years old.
I reply.
"Hello Ginevra M. Weasley. My name is Tom Riddle."
There's an old wizard saying. Never trust anything if you can't see where it keeps its brain. Luckily this idiot girl doesn't seem to have a clue.
I can see I'm going to have a lot of fun with this one.