A/N: No credeit goes to me. I'm just a poor teenager who writes for fun.
All praise goes to J.K. Rowling. I own the plot and story. Nothing else. ;D
Read and review. Flames and comments are welcome. Help and advice is more
then appreciated. ^^; Tell me if I should go writing more.
-- The book with the black covering laid on her bed. A feathered quill beside it, just waiting to be opened and written in. She knew she wanted to tell him everything that had happened that day. She knew that all the stress and frustration was holding up inside of her and she needed a way to let it out. What better way then to tell your friend in a diary you found in your bags on the first day of school? Someone that could hold secrets. And never tell a soul. Someone that could write back - yet not ever be seen.
She knew she wanted to tell him everything. Everything about her, and her past present and future. And not just in a book. The girl wanted him to be there infront of her right there. Right now. She closed her eyes for a few moments and opened them again hoping he would be there.
But like always - there was nothing there. Just her and the diary.
Sighing a bit, Ginny shook her head. Childish dreams. . . Immaturity. . . Here she was in fourth year still dreaming that he would one day show up and take her off into eternal bliss. Always having that one little bit of hope to keep her going. Glancing at the clock Ginny saw it was past midnight. She had classes tomorrow and her examens coming up very soon, also. Fighting back a yawn she crawled into her bed placing the diary on the table next to her night stand. Rubbing her eyes a bit, the girl looked at the diary again. "Please, Tom.." she thought. "If only for one day.. one night even. If I could see you. And not just write to you."
With those last thoughts, the red headed girl drifted off into a nightmare- ish sleep - unaware that soon enough she would get her wish. She would get see Tom Riddle. And he would own her.
Darkness surround her. A cold and icy feeling came over her body as she sat down bringing her knees to her chest and hugging her legs. Nothing but ice and freezing. And Ginny had no idea what was happening. "So.. cold." Was all she could manage as she tried to look up at her surroundings - not like there was much to look up at. "I'm so c-cold.. Help.." she muttered. A hand was placed on her shoulder - gently and kindly. Turning around, Ginny Weasly got up to stare at the most greenest eyes ever. And she knew who they belonged to. Different thoughts ran through her head.
"Oh my god, its Tom." "Holy shit. What do I do?" "I can't concentrate.. My bodys freezing.." "Hes finally here with me.."
Only one word escaped her mouth.
"Tom.."
and she fell into his arms -darkness surrounding her once more.
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End chapter one.
-- The book with the black covering laid on her bed. A feathered quill beside it, just waiting to be opened and written in. She knew she wanted to tell him everything that had happened that day. She knew that all the stress and frustration was holding up inside of her and she needed a way to let it out. What better way then to tell your friend in a diary you found in your bags on the first day of school? Someone that could hold secrets. And never tell a soul. Someone that could write back - yet not ever be seen.
She knew she wanted to tell him everything. Everything about her, and her past present and future. And not just in a book. The girl wanted him to be there infront of her right there. Right now. She closed her eyes for a few moments and opened them again hoping he would be there.
But like always - there was nothing there. Just her and the diary.
Sighing a bit, Ginny shook her head. Childish dreams. . . Immaturity. . . Here she was in fourth year still dreaming that he would one day show up and take her off into eternal bliss. Always having that one little bit of hope to keep her going. Glancing at the clock Ginny saw it was past midnight. She had classes tomorrow and her examens coming up very soon, also. Fighting back a yawn she crawled into her bed placing the diary on the table next to her night stand. Rubbing her eyes a bit, the girl looked at the diary again. "Please, Tom.." she thought. "If only for one day.. one night even. If I could see you. And not just write to you."
With those last thoughts, the red headed girl drifted off into a nightmare- ish sleep - unaware that soon enough she would get her wish. She would get see Tom Riddle. And he would own her.
Darkness surround her. A cold and icy feeling came over her body as she sat down bringing her knees to her chest and hugging her legs. Nothing but ice and freezing. And Ginny had no idea what was happening. "So.. cold." Was all she could manage as she tried to look up at her surroundings - not like there was much to look up at. "I'm so c-cold.. Help.." she muttered. A hand was placed on her shoulder - gently and kindly. Turning around, Ginny Weasly got up to stare at the most greenest eyes ever. And she knew who they belonged to. Different thoughts ran through her head.
"Oh my god, its Tom." "Holy shit. What do I do?" "I can't concentrate.. My bodys freezing.." "Hes finally here with me.."
Only one word escaped her mouth.
"Tom.."
and she fell into his arms -darkness surrounding her once more.
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End chapter one.