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Tom, I am so sorry I haven't written in forever. You must have been so bored! Ginny wrote, her letters franticly scrawled in dark blue across the milky white page Her small hand trembled with fear, what if he had forgotten her? Or thought that she wasn't worthy of him? The reasonable side told her that she saw being silly. After all, she always agreed with Tom on everything so there was no reason for him to dislike her. Still, her heart pounded like the tides in her ears, her breath caught in her throat, every fiber waiting, waiting for some sign that he had not forsaken her. Please let him still like me, please gods, please! He was the only person in this whole school that cared about her, although others said otherwise.

Oh, don't worry about it, Gin blossom; I have a lot to read. Tom's words appeared slowly. Ginny let out her breath and leaned back in her hard-backed chair. The side of her that spoke reason told her that she had been silly from the beginning. Tom would never forget her, she was all he had.

Read? Tom, I hate to be the one to tell you this but you're a book

I still have things to read

How?

At first I never wanted to put my memory into this book, I wanted to make it omsinent.

How? The ginger haired girl wanted to know. This was different knowledge one that she might not get in school. She wanted to know it all, every thing that the school and other had to show her.

Thirsty are we? Maybe you should have been a Ravenclaw, hmmm?

Ginny paused for a spilt second before putting her freshly dipped quill to paper again I almost was

How is that?

I could have asked. George told me that if you ask for a house the hat puts you in without another thought. He told me to ask for Gryffindor, but it turned out I didn't have to.

I see, that why you asked why I was placed in Syltherin

Yes, now how do you make a paper omsinent?

Pushy, pushy. Well, there's this potion that you brew and put the parchment or book into, when you write you have to use this special ink and drying sand. The more space the more memory you'll have. Each one of these pages can hold about two hundred books, give or take. Slowly, I used a coping charm to transfer all the knowledge my text books had into one text. Then as I took classes I put the notes in here as well. After a few months I got bored. Then I thought – why not use the library as well? There are tons of books, as you well know, and it would help me on my exams. I worked hard at coping, staying up late to get in one book a day. I really never read any of them, I was so foced on my goal. One of my professors noticed that I had a new book every day and thought I loved to read. She had a big private library of magical and muggle books. It was reading those that I first heard about a book that had a memory in it. Over my fifth and sixth year I worked on this book again. It was done the summer before I went into my seventh year. It became my only friend. I would talk to myself for hours, then read for hours more. That year was my happiest if my loneliest year at Hogwarts.

Hope as hot as a forge's fire blazed in the small girl's chest. Tom not only understood her he was exactly like her, if only one million times more cleaver. I would love to see all of those books. How do I read them? Ginny blushed at her rudeness, I mean, may I read them?

Of course you can! Tom replied, this was going better then he planed. With the girl under his spell, he was at last strong enough to use her body for a short time. Are you able to get away in an undisturbed room for a few hours?

I guess…we have free time until the feast tonight. Why do you ask?

The book has a bit of a mind of it's own due to all the magic I drenched it in. My memory is renting space in a way; I can't let you read the books with out the book's consent.

Well? How do I get that?

By coming into the book, of course. Your body will look as if it is sleeping and your mind will be with me. Tom explained, sensible. He could feel her desire for knowledge coming off of her in waves. With her family so poor, books for enjoyment where rare. He knew the Ginny would take the bait and fall for him.

Tom was her friend, Ginny reasoned, he wouldn't do anything to help her. Besides, it would be rude not to visit him, he might not want to be around her anymore. Alright, she wrote at last, when I'm set I'll put a smudge on the page.

I'll wait for you Tom's words scrawled across the page. Inside the darkness of the pages, his face was split in two with a joyful grin. She was coming to him! His sweet, naive student would be the key to his rebirth. Not only that, but she could teach him the secrets deined to him by the crule impurity of his blood. Last time around, mutiny was a dire problem among the nobles among his ranks. Every day he had feared one would find out the truth of his parentage and strike against him. Against the goal of pure blood, pure power. The stories, the songs, even the names of the gods was important for his next reign of power. No one, not even the great Professor Dumbledore would see it coming. This Ginny Weasely was the right no perfect tool for his needs. Just perfect.

Ginny yawn noisily in the packed common room. It was raining and no one wished to go outside after a long day of classes. Stretching like a cat, she stood up and rubbed her eyes. Sleepily, she picked up her bag from the dustless floor and slipped the small leather book into it. Her faced was noticed by not one of the students around her. "I am invisible" she said to her self, not one head turned at the sound of her small voice. Gliding up the stairs, silent tears crawled from her eyes.

The red head reached her bed at the far war and slithered under her warm bed clothes. Laying down, Ginny realized she was exhausted by the long day, right now a nap would be plenty welcome. Summoning the last of her vigor she smeared black ink on the first page of the book.

Moments later, her body opened its eyes and smirked wickedly, "I'm back!"