The diary before her seemed to call out her name, sticking out from all her other books. It was plain, just a worn black cover filled with multiple yellowing pages but to her, it was the most beautiful thing in the world. She never had a diary before, her brothers got all the blank notebooks for school and her Mum and Dad couldn't afford to buy her a new one like she longed to receive. She wondered how it got in here in the first place, she didn't see her parents buy it. Maybe it was a late birthday gift?

Ginny wanted to write in it so badly but she broke her only quill in the haste and excitement of writing her name on all her new Hogwarts items and her Mum wouldn't let her use her new ones until she got to school. It would be so wonderful once she was able to, she would have something to share her secrets with. Her portable best friend.

The days leading up to September first passed rather quickly and before she knew it, Ginny was at Hogwarts, sorted and everything! She had been placed into Gryffindor, the same house as all her family had been in.

That night she wrote in the diary for the first time, ignoring the burning feeling of her intuition. The diary was her friend, Tom was her friend and he would never hurt her.