Ginny sighed as her mother placed another worn book in her cauldron. She desperately wanted new school supplies, but she knew they couldn't afford it. "I wonder if Percy's cauldron still works." Her mother mused and she searched for another book. Ginny hoped she didn't get stuck with that old cauldron, considering her twin brothers had used it liberally for pranks. That thing was more potion than metal at this point and it was very volatile. "No, no. It's a little too old." The woman decided and Ginny sighed in relief.
They walked around Flourish and Blotts, her mother tittering over shelves until she'd pick out a few books. Her arms were getting quite tired, but she followed her mother around the store. "Oh look at this!" Her mother cried, brandishing a very battered copy of A First Year's Potion Guide. She quickly slapped a smile on and agreed.
"Good find, Mum." She said, wincing as her mother placed another heavy book in her cauldron. Her mother turned towards her and smiled, before she looked behind her with a stern expression. Ginny turned around, and was eyelevel with a snake head.
She almost jumped back, but she realized it was a cane. She followed the gloved hand up to the man's face and looked into steely grey eyed. "Well, look what we have here, Draco. Commoners searching through the trash bins for school supplies!"
Ginny looked down at her used books and felt her face turn red. There was a boy nest to the man, and he sneered at her. They both had the same pale blond hair and cold grey eyes. "What do you expect, Father? They're Weasleys." He spat the word out as if it personally offended him, and curled up his lip.
The man reached out and plucked a book from her arms, and glanced at it with distaste. "You'd think they'd at least have the decency to buy clean books," He muttered. He dropped it back into her cauldron with a heavy thump, and glanced at the boy. "Come along, Draco. It's not wise to stay around these people for long, you might catch the poverty." The boy laughed, and walked away with his father.
Ginny felt tears welling up in her eyes, and looked at her mother. The woman was bright red, and she stared at them as they left. She looked down and saw Ginny's upset state and gathered her in her arms for a hug. "Don't mind them, Gin," She murmured to the girl. "The only reason that man is here today is because he lied his way out of Azkaban." Her mother smiled at her, but Ginny hardly felt comforted.
She was unpacking things in her room, and dumped her new cauldron on the bed. She started placing them in one of her brother's old trunks, and almost didn't notice the black book. After she had put all her school books in, she stared at the extra book lying innocently on her bed. It was very nice, with a thick leather cover. It had letters engraved with what looked like gold, and the paper within was high quality. This was the nicest book she'd ever had.
She felt bad, but decided not to tell her mother that they'd bought an extra book. It was only a diary, it wouldn't have cost too much, she guessed. She set it on her desk, and started packing her robes into her trunk.
Those, thankfully, they bought new. She was the only girl in all of her parent's children, so she wasn't stuck with anyone's old robes. She folded them carefully and put them by the books and cauldron. She finished packing, and grabbed a quill.
She sat down at the desk, and opened the book. 'Dear Diary,' she wrote. 'My name's Ginny Weasley. I'm eleven, and I'm starting Hogwarts this year.' She put the quill down, and smiled.
The smile dropped from her face when her word started fading into the paper, and new ones appeared. Her breath caught, and looked around the room before turning back to the page. The writing was slanted, and spiky.
'Hello, Ginny. My name's Tom.'
AN: Hey, I hope you guys liked the chapter, I'll probably post a new one soon. This is my first fanfic ever, please review and comment. Also if anyone's willing to be a beta reader I'd be very grateful!