A/N: Hello readers! Sorry it's been so long, but I've been very busy with wrapping up the school year. The chapters will come much faster now that I'm on vacation. Thanks for your kind reviews, they are very much appreciated. Hope you like my take on Ginny's first year of school and the events that comprised it. I decided to have it in flashback form, rather than Ginny just telling a story.

Five years ago, and the first year of Ginny Weasley's Hogwarts education…

The little red-haired girl sat alone. Alone but for the small book in front of her, wrapped in cool black leather. To anyone it would have seemed like her own diary. But it wasn't, and nobody was there to see anyway. She was in her room in Gryffindor tower, alone because she was missing another dinner. She seldom attended meals anymore, and not even her own brother seemed to notice. He was too young and busy to notice his little sisters lack of public appearance, or even lack of friends.

She was getting very thin, and there were bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. Her pale form was easily hidden by baggy robes that had fit perfectly when she had hugged her mother goodbye on platform nine and three-quarters.

It had started that she just wrote in the diary once in a while, when she was bored, or lonely, or just couldn't sleep at night. But the boy inside was, he was mysterious and intriguing, and he was always there for her. Even when everybody else looked through her like she was invisible. As it was she was writing in the book quickly. Conversing with Tom took up more of her time than anything else nowadays. He had even taken her into his world a few times. One of these such times, she had been having trouble with a spell and he brought her into the diary to help her learn it.

I don't like the girls my age, Tom. They don't understand, and even when I'm around them I'm so lonely. Ginny scrawled on the paper, expressing her sadness so easily to Tom.

They're children, Ginevra. They're immature, giggling children. You don't want to be part of their stupidity. Trust me, darling, it's better that way. Appeared on the page in well-cultured handwriting.

But I just don't understand. How could it be better that I have no friends? She wrote because of genuine confusion at his logic.

You have me. You don't need them.

But I don't really have you! I can't even talk to you! She protested in writing.

Oh but you know you can…

She felt the familiar tug, not so much behind her navel as with traveling by flu or portkey, but a tug all the same, and she was wrenched into the diary.

"Welcome back Ginevra." She was standing in the middle of the great hall, looking upon a sea of unknown faces. She knew from her past ventures into Tom's work that they couldn't see her, but it still made her nervous to be around all of them. She knew Tom was in Slytherin, but she had begun to think that Slytherins weren't so bad after all, and Tom was especially kind and friendly. "You're too thin, don't you eat anymore?"

"I haven't been very hungry lately." It was the truth. She did not lie to Tom.

"You look like you haven't been sleeping either."

"I can't sleep anymore."

"And your brothers don't notice?" He asked rhetorically, putting his hand on her chin in a gesture of comfort. "They don't care about you, Sweet. They don't, but I do. I'll always care about you."

"I know you will, Tom," She replied, letting a smile creep up to her little mouth.

"Come on. This is when I leave and go back to my room." He said, leaving the great hall with Ginny in toe. "Have you ever been in the head boy's room?" He asked, looking back at her. She shook her head no. They arrived at his room and entered. It was large and well decorated. There was a couch and a four-poster bed, larger and more cushy than the average students bed. The colors were primarily silver, green, and the darkest black she had ever seen.

"I bet you would look beautiful in Slytherin colors." He said, noticing her looking around at the décor. "Salazar Slytherin once said the same thing to Helga Hufflepuff. I think it's the red hair." He added, letting his hand slide through her long, curling hair. "I want you to try something on."

"What is it?" She asked, following him over to his armoire.

"I've wanted to see you in a Slytherin uniform since I first laid eyes on you." He replied while looking through clothes.

"I don't think your robes will fit me," she told him while he continued rifling through his armoire.

"Surely not, but this will," he said as he held up a skirt, blouse, best, and Slytherin tie, not to mention green knee socks. "Would you, Ginny?" He asked, handing it to her.

"Of course, Tom, if it'll make you happy."

"Very happy. Here now," he said, handing the uniform to her, "I'll turn around so that you can change."

She did change, and he turned back around, a smirk creeping to his face. "I knew it, you would make a brilliant Slytherin. They would appreciate you. You'd never be without entourage of friends and admirers. Sit with me," He said as he sat and patted the couch cushion beside him.

"Yes, Tom." She said as she sat next to him on the couch. His dark brown eyes looking down into her lighter ones.

"I need to talk to you about something important." He said, bring his large hand up to rest on her tiny cheek. "I'm powerful, more powerful than you could imagine. We could rule the world, me sweet. We would be revered, obeyed, even worshipped. We could make a society that rewards the worthy instead of one that treats them the same as the scum."

"I don't understand..."

"The muggles and mudbloods, love. They are lower than dirt, and not even fit to look upon you. Rule with me, Ginevra. Be my queen." He let his lips descend on her little eleven year-old ones in her first kiss. It wasn't an innocent child's peck, but a deep passionate kiss from an experienced seventeen year-old boy. He introduced his tongue to her small mouth in a French kiss, and she snapped her head back and pushed him hard away from her with her little hands.

"How could you?" She asked, her famous Weasley temper directed toward Tom for the first time. "I thought you were different from the other Slytherins, and all the horrible people out there. I never thought I'd hear you say the word 'mudblood'. I trusted you Tom, I didn't know you were crazy. I..." He cut her off by crushing his mouth against hers again and pushing her down into the couch.

She caught him off-guard and pushed as hard as she could, throwing him off of her and onto the floor. He had forgotten that she had six older brothers and had been play-fighting with them since she was only a toddler. "Stop!" She yelled as he began to get up and move towards her again. Her little fists were flying at him, but he brushed them away easily.

"Come now, Ginevra!" He said angrily, picking her up from the couch and crossing the room to drop her on his bed. He pinned her arms above her head and caught her mouth with his for the third time, while straddling her. She writhed and struggled to get away but he was able to pin her arms with just one hand, while he gently squeezed her breast with the other. He lifted his head and looked at her slyly.

"Stop, Tom! Stop it!" She yelled as she tried to rip herself away from him. As if in answer, he slid his hand that wasn't holding her arms down her body. His hand reached her bare thigh and began to pull up her skirt. "Stop! Help! Somebody, help me!"

"Oh, Ginevra..." He said as he shook his head in disappointment.

Suddenly she found herself in complete darkness in her own bed in Gryffindor Tower. She didn't wait a minute before tearing the curtains open and sneaking to the third floor girls bathroom to get rid of the diary.

A/N: Ta da! Finally done! That is not all there will be about Ginny's first year, but I thought that was a good size chapter. I hope you liked it. Please review!