A/N: This is the REAL Part I!!!
Disclaimer: I own not thee song nor thee characters.
Part I: Hello (by Poe)
The day had been a stressing one for Ginny Weasley. Double-potions with Snape was no happy party and the homework load was unbelievable. Ginny carelessly tossed her bag onto the foot of her bed and flopped down. Around her, the noise of giggling girls invaded her senses. Why couldn't they just shut up?!
In an attempt to drown out the melodious disturbance, Ginny grabbed one of her pillows and smothered herself. Unfortunately, her plan was not working out very well. The girls were now laughing even more whole-heartedly over a game of exploding snap. Ginny groaned furiously. She yanked her covers up over her face and rolled over hastily, accidentally knocking her book bag off the end of her bed.
Frustrated, Ginny sat up and leaned down to retrieve the fallen items. As she gathered her books back into her bag, she noticed the mysterious black one. She had discovered it sometime after the trip to Diagon Alley. It had another name inscribed on the back, which gave her an odd feeling every time she thought about writing in it. She had no idea as to how it came to be in her things, but she kept it any way. Now, she held it in her hand, staring at it questioningly. For some inexplicable reason, she longed to pour the entire contents of her soul into it, yet she couldn't explain to herself why.
*Hello, hello
Are you out there?*
Finally, Ginny decided there was no harm in writing in the diary. It was blank after all. Ginny gathered the remainder of her books back into her sack and set it on her bed. She reached over and opened the end-table drawer and pulled out a bottle of ink and a quill. She pulled the hanging curtains around her, blocking her view of all the high spirited people, got comfortable, and wrote…
*M.O.D are you out there?*
~Dear Diary,
My name is Ginny Weasley…
~Hello, Ginny. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you happen to come by my diary?
*I can't see your face
But you left a trace on a
Data back-road that I
Almost erased*
~I found it. How did you get inside?
~I am a memory preserved inside during my sixth year at Hogwarts.
*Not even God takes
This long to get back*
~Wow! You went to Hogwarts? I'm here now. I'm in my first year. My brother, Ron, and his friends, Harry and Hermione, are in their 2nd year.
*So get back…*
~Harry?
~Yes. Harry Potter. He's so brave…He defeated Voldemort last year.!
*'Cause I've hit
Fork in the road*
~Oh. And do you know this Harry Potter well?
~Not really, I keep wanting to talk to him, but I just can't find the words.
*I lost my way home
I'm cut off from the main line
Like a disconnected modem*
~So, you like him?
~Yes. Very much…
*Hello*
I can't explain why, but I can't stop thinking about him. Whenever I'm around him, this odd feeling comes over me. And whenever he speaks, I freeze and no words can find their way out of my mouth.
*Tap in a code
I'll reach you below*
~Why, Ginny…
*No one should brave the
Underworld alone*
… you're in love.
*Hello
Hello, Hello…
hello *
~In love?
*How do I reach you?*
~Yes. You're in love Ginny Weasley. I know it seems strange, after all you are young…
*Hello
Hello, Hello…
hello *
…But, first loves always feel that way.
*How do I reach you?*
~I guess you're right, Tom, but what if he doesn't feel the same way?
*Word has it on the wire
That you don't know who you are
Well if you could jack into my brain
You'd know exactly what you mean here*
Or, what if he does? How will I ever know?
*Mothers are trails on the stars in the night
Fathers are like black holes that suck up the light*
~Calm down, Ginny. Only time will tell. Love is funny sometimes.
A/N: I know it didn't really start out like this, but I wanted to hurry up and get it done, so if you have a problem with it…OH FUCKIN' WELL! Constructive criticism is welcome, but if you act like a bitch/bastard and flame me, I'LL FIND YOU!!!