I.
When she found it, it called out to her. There it was, this peculiar little diary, just sitting there amongst her other books. How it got there, she really had no idea, but she knew she never wanted to give it up. It was hers. It had found it's way to her, calling her name and just waiting for her to open it.
She did.
She opened the book and the crisp yellowed pages felt as though they were speaking to her. Seeing nothing but a name scrawled into the book, and nothing else on the remaining pages, she took out a quill and wrote.
I'm Ginny, she wrote, not exactly knowing why she chose to write that in particular..
Within seconds her words had vanished and in their placed formed the cursive writing of another.
Hello Ginny, it said. My name is Tom Riddle.
II.
Months past and she was now at Hogwarts. Everyday, she talked to Tom, and he talked back. Tom listened, unlike everyone else in her life. Maybe she should have been suspicious that this entity cared to listen to an eleven year old girls problems. She wasn't though, instead she grew more and more attached to this Diary and the boy inside it that listened.
He told her such interesting things, and soon he was asking her to do things for him. She did them, without question. It was as if he was controlling her, but she didn't mind.
She grew more and more distant, as if this thing was eating her away from the inside, leaving only a shell behind.
III.
The tasks got harder, and more frightening. Some days she would wake up with no recollection of what she had done the night before.
She was scared.
She had to do anything to get rid of it, so she threw it away for someone else to find. She thought that now things could go back to normal, that she would be normal.
The blackouts didn't stop though, they kept coming and they seemed to get worse and worse.
That's when she went - no. - That's when it brought her to that place, that scary, scary place.
As soon as she got there she felt her energy begin to drain and she collapsed to the ground, clutching her heart. She felt her skin grow cold and the breath leave her body as her eyes fluttered shut.
The last thing she saw before the darkness was him.
IV.
When she woke up she was in Harry's arms. She felt whole again, as if her soul had been returned to her.
For the first time in months, she felt as if she was in control.
An: Written for the Battleship Challenge with the prompt of Diary.