Title: Dear Tom…

Author: Kararen

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling and therefore don't own any of the HP characters.

Author's Note:  Hello!  I'm back from another weekend of soccer tryouts at university!  I should have this fic finished by the weekend.  Probably sooner.  I have the next four entries written, I just have to type them up, and then I have to write the last two!  Tomorrow though it looks like our power will be out again, so I don't know how many of these I can get up tonight before I fall asleep!  Hopefully the power won't be out all day tomorrow!  Stupid blackout!

Entry #25: January 29th 

Dear Tom,

Hello!

~ Hello Ginny.  How are you? 

I'm okay. 

~ You haven't been writing much lately.

I've been kind of busy lately.

~ Doing what?

Stuff.

~ What's going on Ginny?

Nothing.

~ Then why won't you talk to me?

I am talking to you!  It's just…

~ What?

I'm scared.

~ Scared of what?

Well, a lot of things.

~Like…

I don't want to talk about it Tom.

~What do you want to talk about then?

I don't know.  Do you want to hear the poem I wrote for Harry for Valentines?

~ Sure.

It goes like this…

"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a blackboard,

I wish he was mine, he's really divine,

The hero who conquered the dark Lord."

~ And are you going to give it to him?

Well, not personally, but I'll have it delivered!

~ I see.

So what do you think of it?  Do you think he'll like it?

~ Of course.

I don't expect he'll send me anything, but I don't mind.

~ You do have me you know Ginny.

I know, but I've been thinking…I don't really know very much about you Tom.

~ You don't have to know everything about someone to be their friend.

I know, but with everything that has been going on, it's hard trusting people.

~ Are you saying that you don't trust me Ginny?

No!  I mean, kind of.  It's hard because I can't exactly see you!

~ But why should that matter?

Well, it does!  And you have such a way with me Tom!  You are very good at controlling my emotions and what I'm thinking about.  You can change the subject we're talking about without me even noticing.

~ It's only because I know you so well Ginny!  Our conversations just flow that way.

That's one way of looking at it.

~ Yes.  You worry too much Ginny.

I know, but I can't help it.  I've got to go now.  Blythe is calling.  Goodbye Tom.

~ No Ginny, wait…Ginny?

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Author's Note: Ginny is becoming increasingly afraid of the diary's power and Tom Riddle.  Shortly after this conversation she tries to dispose of it in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, where Harry finds it.  On Valentines Ginny sees him with it and eventually she steals it back from him.  But not before he talks with Tom Riddle himself!