My very first fic. Scary... Anyhow, this is the first chapter of probably a
5 or 6 chapter fic. Read and review? ^^; Although I know you won't do any
such thing.
Legal stuff: I do not own Harry Potter, I have not written the original, actual series, and do not claim to own any of the characters. Or anything. All that stuff belongs to the very talented J.K. Rowling^^ I just wrote this fic because I am one of the many fans who wanted to speculate on what might have happened during the time talked about here. *points below*
Enjoy?
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The wind blew cold, icy, onto the frowning face of Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was thinking of one thing. A small, dark, leather-bound book he'd found earlier that evening. It was a diary. With trifle curiosity, he had picked it up and flipped through its unused pages. Then pocketed it and walked on.
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Ginny Weasley's long fiery hair was blowing about carelessly. Something else was on her mind today, as she walked on the fallen autumn leaves. Unoticing. She had found a diary that day-a small, dark, leather-bound book that looked as if it hadn't been used at all by its previous owner. Another curious attribute was the name printed (by some common charm, she supposed) at the back.
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
It was her second day at Hogwarts and she had already fallen in love with it. Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor, just like the rest of her family. It was nothing too new or exciting for the Weasleys though. Except maybe Ron. Ron cared.
The dairy. It was very strange. because it couldn't be written on. At least, that's what seemed to happen; when Lauretta (a fellow first year) spilled ink on it. An odd thing happened; the ink disappeared.
"I'll try writing on it tonight." Ginny whispered to herself, decidedly.
Then, smiled at the crescent moon shining down on her.
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"Where did I put that quill?" complained Ginny in frustration.
She was back in the Girls' dormitories and was ransacking her trunk for a single quill. It was the only one she had, actually. A falcon feather; ruffled and ripped a bit at the end.
"You're good at messing things up y'know, Ginny?" teased her new friend Lauretta from the neighbouring four-poster bed.
"I don't have time for this."
Lauretta loved getting into arguments with Ginny. She thought it funny the way her eyes blazed and ears got all red.
"You never do, do you?"
"Shut up, Lauretta!" she shouted.
Lauretta blinked. "What do you need, Ginny?" she spoke a bit softer.
"My quill!" came a squeal.
"What?"
"I found it!"
"Right." Mouthed exasperated Lauretta.
"Why do you need it so bad right now, anyway?" she questioned. But Ginny had already jumped into her four-poster with it, drawn the curtains, and all that was to be heard was the excited movement of a quill.
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Hello. (Ginny turned the book over and saw the name--) Tom.
Nothing. The writing dissolved (if that was the word to describe it) into the yellowing pages. She tried again:
Hello. This is Ginny Weasley.
Then, expecting nothing again, she turned around to dip the quill into her scarlet ink and tried to think of something else to write. However, as she began to write, new writing began to form in the book.
Hello Ginny.
That was NOT what she'd been expecting, but nonetheless.
Is this a real diary?
Of course.
"How are you able to write in it, too? . Where are you? Can you see me? Can I see you?"
"Slow down, Ginny."
And she laughed in spite of herself. Okay-she wrote freely:
Where are you?
Somewhere far away. I cannot see you right now, but yes, you can see me.
See him? Him? The mysterious "Tom" writing back from within the book?
How can I see you?
Watch.
Ginny quickly put down her quill. She sat there humming and waiting. Waiting. And at that moment realized her quill wasn't there anymore. Wide- eyed, she got up and looked around for it.
What?
Turn the page Ginny.
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Oooh. mysterious. And short. ^^;
In the next chapter, Ginny finally meets Voldemort/Tom, Ron feels strange, and there are VERY mixed feelings.
Read and review~ please?
Legal stuff: I do not own Harry Potter, I have not written the original, actual series, and do not claim to own any of the characters. Or anything. All that stuff belongs to the very talented J.K. Rowling^^ I just wrote this fic because I am one of the many fans who wanted to speculate on what might have happened during the time talked about here. *points below*
Enjoy?
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The wind blew cold, icy, onto the frowning face of Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was thinking of one thing. A small, dark, leather-bound book he'd found earlier that evening. It was a diary. With trifle curiosity, he had picked it up and flipped through its unused pages. Then pocketed it and walked on.
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Ginny Weasley's long fiery hair was blowing about carelessly. Something else was on her mind today, as she walked on the fallen autumn leaves. Unoticing. She had found a diary that day-a small, dark, leather-bound book that looked as if it hadn't been used at all by its previous owner. Another curious attribute was the name printed (by some common charm, she supposed) at the back.
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
It was her second day at Hogwarts and she had already fallen in love with it. Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor, just like the rest of her family. It was nothing too new or exciting for the Weasleys though. Except maybe Ron. Ron cared.
The dairy. It was very strange. because it couldn't be written on. At least, that's what seemed to happen; when Lauretta (a fellow first year) spilled ink on it. An odd thing happened; the ink disappeared.
"I'll try writing on it tonight." Ginny whispered to herself, decidedly.
Then, smiled at the crescent moon shining down on her.
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"Where did I put that quill?" complained Ginny in frustration.
She was back in the Girls' dormitories and was ransacking her trunk for a single quill. It was the only one she had, actually. A falcon feather; ruffled and ripped a bit at the end.
"You're good at messing things up y'know, Ginny?" teased her new friend Lauretta from the neighbouring four-poster bed.
"I don't have time for this."
Lauretta loved getting into arguments with Ginny. She thought it funny the way her eyes blazed and ears got all red.
"You never do, do you?"
"Shut up, Lauretta!" she shouted.
Lauretta blinked. "What do you need, Ginny?" she spoke a bit softer.
"My quill!" came a squeal.
"What?"
"I found it!"
"Right." Mouthed exasperated Lauretta.
"Why do you need it so bad right now, anyway?" she questioned. But Ginny had already jumped into her four-poster with it, drawn the curtains, and all that was to be heard was the excited movement of a quill.
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Hello. (Ginny turned the book over and saw the name--) Tom.
Nothing. The writing dissolved (if that was the word to describe it) into the yellowing pages. She tried again:
Hello. This is Ginny Weasley.
Then, expecting nothing again, she turned around to dip the quill into her scarlet ink and tried to think of something else to write. However, as she began to write, new writing began to form in the book.
Hello Ginny.
That was NOT what she'd been expecting, but nonetheless.
Is this a real diary?
Of course.
"How are you able to write in it, too? . Where are you? Can you see me? Can I see you?"
"Slow down, Ginny."
And she laughed in spite of herself. Okay-she wrote freely:
Where are you?
Somewhere far away. I cannot see you right now, but yes, you can see me.
See him? Him? The mysterious "Tom" writing back from within the book?
How can I see you?
Watch.
Ginny quickly put down her quill. She sat there humming and waiting. Waiting. And at that moment realized her quill wasn't there anymore. Wide- eyed, she got up and looked around for it.
What?
Turn the page Ginny.
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Oooh. mysterious. And short. ^^;
In the next chapter, Ginny finally meets Voldemort/Tom, Ron feels strange, and there are VERY mixed feelings.
Read and review~ please?