The Semi-Secret Diary Entries of Ginny Weasley in Tom Riddle's Journal
By Spectra16
A/N: Yeah, so something strange happened the other day. J.K. Rowling sent me hate mail . . . Yeah. I'm just kidding. Don't worry about it. Static X is crap, by the by. Tenacious D kicks ass.
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Chapter Three: Murtle the Brain Dead Turtle
Dear Diary,
I'm having strange thoughts lately. I can't remember where I am sometimes. I wake up in the middle of the hallway with blood on my hands. It's kinda freaky.
I wouldn't worry about it. And for the last time, this is a journal! Not a diary!
Maybe I should see a doctor. . . Wait, what's the difference?
Diaries are for prissy girlies! Journals are for men.
I am a prissy girl, though!
. . . Oh. Damn. I had no idea. I mean, with all the talk of want to hump Harry Potter and talk of what you want to wear and what your girlfriends are going through. I'm suffering far more than I should be in order to possess a young, naïve girl's mind. . .
What?
Oh, nothing. You're beautiful.
Why thank you! I love you too, Tommy!
Please stop calling me Tommy. If you do it again, I'll stab myself in the jugular with a butter knife.
Oh, alright.
Damn stupid Death Eaters. . .
What?
Oh nothing, I'm just talking to myself again. Evil genius' do that a lot, you know. And I'm not saying that if you talk to yourself, you are an evil genius. No. And even if you are an evil genius, you don't necessarily have to talk to yourself. Do you understand what I'm saying?
No.