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Prompt – A book that writes itself

Ginny threw herself down on her bed and buried her face in her pillow, sobbing. She hated Hogwarts. Why had all of her brothers gone on about how brilliant it was? It wasn't. And wearing old hand-me-down robes just made everything worse.

She'd been coming out of the Great Hall after lunch when she'd spotted Harry Potter. She'd instantly blushed and dropped all of her books, which made several people around her laugh and Ron, who'd been walking with Harry, roll his eyes. Then to make matters worse, as she'd stepped forward to pick up her books, her foot had gotten tangled in her far too long robes and sent her sprawling to the floor.

Aveline Knott, a Slytherin girl who sat next to Ginny in Potions, had laughed cruelly and kicked Ginny's books, which made the cover fall off of her second-hand Charms book.

Suddenly she'd felt hands under her arms, and Fred and George had hoisted her up, lifting her momentarily from the floor and swinging her like they'd used to do when she was little, before setting her feet down. Fred had brushed off the front of her robes and George had picked up her books and for a second she'd felt happy, until the twins had started ribbing her about falling at Harry Potter's feet.

Snatching her books from George, she'd fled, sprinting back to Gryffindor Tower, and only tripping on her robes again once.

After crying into her pillow for several minutes, Ginny sat up and scrubbed at her eyes. She slid off the bed and opened her trunk, rooting around for her diary. She knew it was in there, she'd made her father turn the car around so she could go back and get it when they left the Burrow last week. After rummaging for a while, and still not finding the small purple book, her hand settled on a different small book. It was a slim, black leather diary. It was not the diary she had been looking for but maybe her mother had bought her another one and stashed it in the trunk for her. It would do for writing down her thoughts now.

Pulling a quill and ink bottle from her bag, she curled up on her bed with the diary on her lap and began to write.

Dear diary,

Today was horrible. I HATE it here. And I HATE my brothers. Ron just walked away and didn't help me when I dropped all of my books and the twins laughed at me. And I made a fool of myself in front of Harry Potter AGAIN!

Ginny paused, dipping her quill again, but before she could write anything else her words disappeared from the page. She let out a little gasp and ran her fingers over the page where the words had been. As she pulled her hand away new words formed on the page in neat writing that was not her own.

Hello, who are you?

Ginny stared at them until they too sunk into the page and disappeared. She snapped the diary closed and flung it to the end of her bed, breathing heavily, frightened.

For several long minutes, Ginny sat as still as a statue, her eyes fixed on the book, until her curiosity got the better of her and she slowly shuffled across the bed to pick up the book again. She opened it to the page where the mysterious writing had appeared and frowned. Making up her mind, she loaded her quill up with more ink and cautiously touched it to the paper.

Hello?

Once more her words vanished and new ones wrote themselves.

Hello. I'm sorry your brothers were mean to you. I never had any brothers. My name is Tom Riddle, what is yours?

Ginny bit her lip.

Ginny.

Do you want to be friends, Ginny?

Ginny picked at a snag on her fingernail, still chewing her lip. She knew what her father would say if he knew she was talking to a strange boy through a book. Did she want to talk to a strange boy in a book? She asked herself.

More words appeared under Tom's question. You can trust me, Ginny. Tell me about your brothers.

This boy wanted to talk to her, be friends with her. He would listen to her. No one usually wanted to listen to Ginny. Even her mother didn't always have time for her, with her six older brothers. It would be nice to have a special friend who was just hers.

She smiled, dipped her quill and began writing.

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