"I guess the real reason Ginny Weasley's like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger." -Tom Marvolo Riddle



Tom and the Diary:

Yes, I am Tom Riddle, a very young version of Voldermort. I did, for a fact speak to young, naïve, pathetic, slimy Miss. Weasley.

I spoke to her through the form of a crimson diary. At first, she told very little to me. "Tom, I'm really bored. And Harry STILL isn't noticing me! What a twit." And then she'd close the letter.

And I'd tell her how *sorry* I was, or how much Harry *didn't* deserve her. She was too good for him.

After a while, she began telling me more then broad topics she'd go into details about her life and how terrible her brother's were. I was really getting inter her brain.

My voice was probably played throughout her dense little head. She poured her heart into me, her whole spirit.

Later, she'd feel as though she told a secret to a safe person. Nothing is ever safe, and no secrets go untold. Pathetic girl.

Her whole life, body, mind, and spirit had been strewn into me. I was regaining power from someone else's pain. And it, it was beautiful.

"Dear Ginny,

I'm so sorry it's all so difficult for you. Keep your chin up; things will get better, I'm sure of it. Tell Harry it's his loss he won't go to the Christmas Ball with you. I've got to get going. Farewell for now.

Sincerely Yours,

Tom "

Back and fourth back and fourth. She only needed one kind word, or compliment and she'd pour more information into me. One little compliment made her happy, and she happily obliged and told me more. Hoping for sympathy. Hoping for pity. Hoping for someone-or something that would make her life worth living.

Not to say I can really blame her for that. Her family had no money, she had hand-me-down robes, her brothers treated her like dirt. But she was so swayed by one kind word or some bit of pity that she went out of her way looking for it, she was pride less, and had no ego.

You know, quite the contrary it really is sick to see someone with no pride. Going nowhere fast. Ginny Weasley.

So here we are now. In the end, Mister. Amazing Potter came to the rescue and saved the girl from my 'evil clutches.' For all the pride she had lost, the bloody girl deserved to die.

Why live if you are an ego less nothing? Hardly mortal.

People can flatter you senseless. But the truth of the matter is, it's nothing if you don't believe it yourself. Never give away the conviction of your opinion for the sake of someone else and their power.