It all began with a word. It doesn't particularly matter what the word *was*, just that it began with it. It met
its purpose, and that was all it was important for.
Just for good measure, the word was-
"Hello."
This word began many conversations, sparked countless deceptions, and started unbelivable horrors.
More words came scrawling back, eagerly pushing themselves through the paper, weaving their way into the
mind of the reader. They would be entranced by what happened, and would begin to forget what
they'd been taught about who to believe and who not to.
It was a simple little *book*, after all.
It built up trust, and just when you'd tell it anything, it backfired, it put its trust in you, put itself in you, though
you wouldn't realize what it would do until it was too late.
Ginny Weasley was not the first, nor would she be the last.
The diary would never truly die.
its purpose, and that was all it was important for.
Just for good measure, the word was-
"Hello."
This word began many conversations, sparked countless deceptions, and started unbelivable horrors.
More words came scrawling back, eagerly pushing themselves through the paper, weaving their way into the
mind of the reader. They would be entranced by what happened, and would begin to forget what
they'd been taught about who to believe and who not to.
It was a simple little *book*, after all.
It built up trust, and just when you'd tell it anything, it backfired, it put its trust in you, put itself in you, though
you wouldn't realize what it would do until it was too late.
Ginny Weasley was not the first, nor would she be the last.
The diary would never truly die.