Disclaimer: I, Meihi Rei, hold no claim to any characters or registered trademarks in this story.
Thanks to my sister Riv, for being my editor.
"Dear Diary," a first year Ginny wrote in a small black book, "it was nice of Daddy to give you to me just because it's my first year at Hogwarts. I don't think any of the boys got anything special when they started. My brother Ron will be a second year and he already had bunches of adventures! Well, it's no wonder why – he's best friends with Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. I can't believe it!
Ron told me that Harry lives with these evil muggles so yesterday night they (Ron, Fred, and George) went to go get him. I've never seen Mum so mad! It was splendid since they landed on the lawn and Mum was up already, sick with worry and all that, and they had a huge row. Daddy came home right as we were sitting down to breakfast. Mum yelled at him for enchanting that car that Ron and them took.
That's what Daddy loves – muggle things. Especially plugs and batteries, has a whole collection of them. He'll take them apart, spell the pieces and puts it all back tighter again. That's how he made the car fly. Ron told me that we're gonna fly to school this year instead of the train. The Mum yelled at him. She ruins everything."
Ginny sighed and leaned on the bed with her elbow. Putting her hands over her head she stretched, knocking over the open bottle of ink.
"No!" Ginny yelled, bolting form her bed. Horror consumed the girl as she watched helplessly as the dark liquid turned everything to its deepest black. It was like a hungry beast, eating everything it could lay its mouth on.
"Ginny?" a female voice asked form the other side of the wood door, "are you alright?"
"Yes, Mum" Ginny responded, shoving the book under her pillow, "I just spilled a bit of ink on my bed"
The door opened revealing Molly, Ginny's mother. The woman sighed and brushed at her flower striped nose. "I wish you wouldn't write on your bed, these things are easy to fix but ink is not cheep. Money doesn't grow on trees you know, dear"
"I know Mum" Ginny responded quickly suppressing the urge to roll her eyes.
"You say you know, but I never see any changes form you" Molly sighed and swished her wand at the bed, cleaning up the dark ink stain. "And before you say anything, Gin, know that I'm referring to your brothers and father as well. The Gods know what wasteful trouble they cause!"
Ginny nodded, "Anything else, Mum?"
"No, just recognize that dinner will be ready in the hour and I need help with the table" Molly stated into the air.
"Sure thing Mum" Ginny said, knowing full well that it was expected of her to help her mother, "I'll be down in a tick"
"Very good" she said and departed form the small room. Only when Ginny heard the twelfth stair creak did she let out the breath she had been holding.
"That was close" the red head muttered to her self, turning to fetch her book form under the pillow. Opening the book, the young girl's eyes widened as they gazed upon four words written on the page in a hand not her own –
Who is Harry Potter?
Fetching a quill, Ginny dipped it in the still open ink pot. Her hand shaking she scribbled a question of her own –
Who are you?
The ink disappeared and an invisible hand answered her "My name was Tom Riddle. I am a memory preserved forever in this book"
"Why?" Ginny wrote curiosity and wonder replacing her fear.
"I love a challenge; school was always too easy for me so I turned to advanced research to make it more interesting"
"Did you go Hogwarts?" Ginny asked, aloud and on paper, "Hermione once told me that they where hundreds of wizarding schools. Hogwarts is the biggest one in England and they only one supported by the wizarding world's taxes. She's really smart – top in her class"
"Yes I did go to Hogwarts. Is Hermione your sister?"
"No, Hermione is one Ron's friends form school. She's muggle born"
"And are you muggle born?"
"No!" the red-head wrote, giggling, "I'm a Weasely and a pureblood – to the last cell as Hermione says"
"A Weasely, aren't you – "
"Blood traitors?" Ginny cut in, writing quickly, "some see it that way. Mum told me that insanity runs deeper in our line then most making us eccentric. My great-great-great-great grandfather was in love with muggle things like Daddy and he was striped of all the titles and lands. My grandparents had saved up enough money and bought back the Borrow, but now we're even poorer then before. Mum told me that she could have been really rich, but she loved Daddy more then anything and ran away with him, so she doesn't have any titles although she is form the royal family in Italy."
The ink had just begun to vanish into the soft white page when Ginny saw Tom's answer, "You're still royalty, Ginny, and better then most other magical folk. You're above them and should not be dealing with those that are below you."
"Whom do you speak of, Tom? The ones you say are below me?" The girl was eager to know.
"All of whom the blood in there veins is impure; those who hail muggle or part muggle heritage." Tom's invisible hand inscribed.
"I see Tom, and I think you're right" Ginny scribbled on the page, "I am better then all of them. I am royalty in blood if not in name"
"Ginny!" her mother's voice carried through the house, "we're all waiting for you to eat!"
"Ok, Mum!" Ginny yelled back, placing the book under her bed, so her brothers wouldn't be able to get to it. It was paranoid, she knew, Tom was her friend and wouldn't talk to her brothers. Also, Ginny reasoned, they wouldn't be smart enough to figure it out in the first place. Smiling brightly, she bounded down the stairs to the table.