Author's Note Yeah, I think I'm going to finish this story. I just fond it the other day and I decided that it was good, so here I am. So now, Ginny has the diary, but she just thought her mum bought it for her when they were in Diagon Alley. It's now in 3rd person, and I haven't read the second book in a while, so I'm going to write til I forget what happens next. Please review!
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The Truth of the Chamber
Chapter 2 -- At the Burrow
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Ginny sat on her bed after a long day (mostly of playing Qudditch with the boys... and Harry) and proped open her new diary on her lap. She dipped one of her new quills into a bottle of navy blue ink and began to write.
8/9/92
The Burrow
Wow, I'm so tired. I haven't sleep good in a while. It's still pretty early... the sun hasn't gone down yet. I'm going to finish this and go to bed. Oh, and by the way, this is my first entry in this diary.
She sat back for a moment, thinking of what she should write next. She hadn't done much all day, but she needed to write something. Harry Potter came to her mind instantly. She dipped her quill again, ready to write, only to discover that nothing was written on the page. 'I'm sure I wrote something', she thought to herself. She decided to write again.
Uh... apparently, this ink doesn't agree with this paper. What's up with that. I was just going to write in my lovely diary about Harry, and there's nothing on the page. Honestly.
She sat back and watched the ink sink into the paper. Then new words formed, in the same navy blue ink that she used, in handwritting that surely wasnt her's.
Hello. I'm sorry that your words do not stay on the page. This isn't a new diary, either.
Ginny nearly fell off her bed in shock. This was someone else's diary! Well, I suppose that it makes sence, she thought, we did buy it at a second hand shop. Ginny wrote back. She had to know who, or what, was writing to her.
Hello. My name is Ginny Weasley. Who are you?
New words formed where the old message was.
I am Tom Riddle. May I ask, how do you know Harry Potter?
Ginny thought a moment before responding. Dipping her quill, she wrote:
Oh, he goes to my school....well, actually, he's already in school. I'm just starting this year. How do you know him?
Once again, the words sank in and new ones formed.
How would I not know him? He conquered the Dark Lord. Everyone knows his name, and I am no exception. I have always wanted to meet him.
Really? He's at my house right now.
Harry Potter has always fascinated me. How did he surive the attack that killed both of his parents? Especially since he was just a baby?
I don't know. He doesn't like to talk about it. But I've always fancied him a bit. He's amazing, I think. And you know, I'm kind of tired. Will I be able to talk to you again tomorrow?
Yes, I'll be here. I believe you to be fascinating yourself. I hope I get to talk to you soon.
Alright, see you, Tom.
Good night, Ginny.
Ginny closed the diary, set it on her night stand next to her quill and ink. She turned off the lights and quickly fell asleep.
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Author's Note Yeah, I hope that made sence for everyone. Please review! I'll have another chapter up by the end of the week.
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Chapter 2 -- At the Burrow
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Ginny sat on her bed after a long day (mostly of playing Qudditch with the boys... and Harry) and proped open her new diary on her lap. She dipped one of her new quills into a bottle of navy blue ink and began to write.
8/9/92
The Burrow
Wow, I'm so tired. I haven't sleep good in a while. It's still pretty early... the sun hasn't gone down yet. I'm going to finish this and go to bed. Oh, and by the way, this is my first entry in this diary.
She sat back for a moment, thinking of what she should write next. She hadn't done much all day, but she needed to write something. Harry Potter came to her mind instantly. She dipped her quill again, ready to write, only to discover that nothing was written on the page. 'I'm sure I wrote something', she thought to herself. She decided to write again.
Uh... apparently, this ink doesn't agree with this paper. What's up with that. I was just going to write in my lovely diary about Harry, and there's nothing on the page. Honestly.
She sat back and watched the ink sink into the paper. Then new words formed, in the same navy blue ink that she used, in handwritting that surely wasnt her's.
Hello. I'm sorry that your words do not stay on the page. This isn't a new diary, either.
Ginny nearly fell off her bed in shock. This was someone else's diary! Well, I suppose that it makes sence, she thought, we did buy it at a second hand shop. Ginny wrote back. She had to know who, or what, was writing to her.
Hello. My name is Ginny Weasley. Who are you?
New words formed where the old message was.
I am Tom Riddle. May I ask, how do you know Harry Potter?
Ginny thought a moment before responding. Dipping her quill, she wrote:
Oh, he goes to my school....well, actually, he's already in school. I'm just starting this year. How do you know him?
Once again, the words sank in and new ones formed.
How would I not know him? He conquered the Dark Lord. Everyone knows his name, and I am no exception. I have always wanted to meet him.
Really? He's at my house right now.
Harry Potter has always fascinated me. How did he surive the attack that killed both of his parents? Especially since he was just a baby?
I don't know. He doesn't like to talk about it. But I've always fancied him a bit. He's amazing, I think. And you know, I'm kind of tired. Will I be able to talk to you again tomorrow?
Yes, I'll be here. I believe you to be fascinating yourself. I hope I get to talk to you soon.
Alright, see you, Tom.
Good night, Ginny.
Ginny closed the diary, set it on her night stand next to her quill and ink. She turned off the lights and quickly fell asleep.
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Author's Note Yeah, I hope that made sence for everyone. Please review! I'll have another chapter up by the end of the week.