Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story.
And special thanks for J. K. Rowling for having such excellent notes.
And for giving the world the many interviews
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"THE DIARY"
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Ginny arrived home from what was a very eventful day at Daigon Alley with what was the worse thought on her mind. "The day was going very well until Draco Malfoy opened his big fat mouth." She threw her shopping bags on the bed, and started arranging her school books when her mother came into the room.
"Ginny dear, I thought you could use my old school trunk now that you will be attending Hogwarts." her mother said as she pulled an old trunk into the room. "I hope you like it."
Ginny smiled with excitement as she looked at the trunk and said "I think it's wonderful." She didn't care that it was almost thirty yrs old. In fact she honestly like it with it's retro looking appearance.
"It looks similar to the ones I saw last week in Witch Weekly, ---- see look." Ginny went into the drawer of her dresser and pulled out her mother's magazine. "Hey! I've been looking for that." Mrs. Weasley said.
Ginny gave her mother her best puppy dog eyes and said. "Oh, I just wanted to look at some of the fashion tips in it." Her mother smiled as Ginny quickly turned to a page filled with back to school items. And right there was a section entitled "Back to the 60's" and on the bottom of the page was a trunk much like her mothers.
"I know exactly what we need to do with it to make it complete" Ginny said as she pulled out her new wand. "No Ginny!" Her mother yelled. "You know you're not to do magic now that you're eleven, unless you're at Hogwarts." Ginny moaned while thinking "I could if you don't tell the Ministry it was me"
"Here tell me what you want to do and I'll do it." Moments later when they were done and her mother had left the room, Ginny started adding the new books to the hand me down ones that came from her brothers. While looking at the books she got from Daigon Alley she came across a strange looking black diary.
"I don't remember picking this up." Confusion had come upon Ginny.
"Where did it come from?"
"Was it Harry? Was it a late birthday gift from Harry?" And as Ginny looked at the worn date on the cover she realized "it's someone's diary, it must be about fifty years old." As she eagerly opened the book she saw the name T. M. Riddle on the first page, however every other page was blank. "He never even used the book." She thought and it was then that a warning came to her mind. Quickly she threw the book back on the bed.
"It could be cursed; Father said there were books that can make you speak in limericks; Books you could never stop reading." Ginny looked over at the book once again and thought nonsense. "I have already looked at the book and it didn't burn my eyes out, what's the harm?" She pick up the diary again grab a handkerchief and licked the end of it. Looking at the name again she said well its mine now and proceeded to remove T. M. Riddle's name off the book. But as hard as she rubbed the name on the page she only managed to smudge it a little.
Having no luck she decided to write her first ever page in the diary.
Dear Diary,
This week my birthday wishes were fulfilled as Harry Potter came to spend the rest of the summer with my family. I wished I wasn't speechless and clumsy whenever he is near me. But the fact is that he does something to me that no other boy has yet to do. I wonder if it could be love. I think we may have a destiny with one-another
Ginny pause for a moment to collect her thoughts and when she removed the quill from the diary every word she wrote vanished. Puzzle she thought this book must be enchanted. She remembered her friend Susan Bones had a secret diary that would keep every word hidden from everyone but the owner. But it was months since she had received an owl from Susan since she started going to Hogwarts last year. Quickly thinking she wrote;
What happened to my writing? Are you a secret diary?
Immediately the diary answer back "Yes, would you like just anyone to know you're destiny of love with Harry
"No!" Ginny wrote "But how do I get my words back if I wish to read it again."
"Just ask me to display it. I will know it is you by the strokes of your quill."
And just as easily as they had vanished, the words reappeared again but with an additional line. "Please continue you were writing about Harry Potter, he sounds very interesting."
"Yes he is very interesting." Replied Ginny as she began to write once again. "He is the one; the one who vanquish the dark lord, just looking into his dreamy green eyes makes me melt. To one day run my fingers through his blackboard colored hair would make my life complete. Oh how I wish he was mine."
But it was then that a knock on the door startled Ginny. It was Fred yelling at her door
"WE'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR OVER AN HOUR. MOM SAYS TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ANYWAY?
Annoyed Ginny replied "I will be right down." She threw the book onto into the trunk with the others and started thinking. "Had it been more than an hour already? It seems like I just pick up the diary and started writing. She tried to remember what she wrote as she headed towards the bathroom to wash her hands but all that came to mind was that it had something to do with Harry. "Strange!" She thought. "Why can't I remember? I just wrote into my diary yet I can't remember what I ……."
"Ginevra Molly Weasley let's get a move on. It is time for dinner
It took a week before Ginny return to writing in the diary and by then she had plenty to write. She would be starting Hogwarts next week traveling on the train with Harry and maybe she would calm down long enough to stop dropping things around him.
"Dear Diary,
This week went by pretty much the same as it has been with Harry in the house. I dropped the laundry once when I passed him on the stairs. I nearly fell over in the yard when he came outside to play a round of Quidditch with Ron, Fred, and George. That was real interesting as I ran all the way to my room once again. I don't know why? What is it that Harry does to me that makes me acted so silly?"
And again the words vanish replaced by "I can help you with Harry if you wish?"
"How can you help?" Ginny wrote. "Well maybe if I knew more about him."
Ginny continued to write "We'll I am not sure I should be having a conversation with you. Father said I am not to trust things that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain." "Have I given you a reason to distrust me? I am actually here to help."
"Do you have a name?"
"Just call me Tom, --- Tom Riddle."------------
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Author's side note: When Ginny Blacks Out Her Journey
Will Continue Through
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"The Diary
of
Voldemort."
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"Oh look here trying to get a peek at Harry are you?" Fred said with a laugh as he nudged Ginny who was sleeping in the hallway just outside of Ron's doorway.
"How did I – How did I get here?" She thought. The last thing she remembered was Tom and the diary. She looked around for it but it wasn't there, quickly she ran to her room almost knocking over George as he came up the stairs. As she entered her room she saw it sitting on the bed. "What did I do last night?" she thought. She felt her nightdress and in her pocket was a loch of dark black hair, Harry's hair. "I didn't, – It wasn't me that cut Harry's hair." She sat on the bed holding Harry's hair and tried to think. "What did I do last night?" Then there was a knock on the door. "Ginny your mother says its time for breakfast." From the sound of the voice it was her father.
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"THE TRAIN RIDE WITH HERMIONE"
