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Hello Diary...

Please call me Tom.

Um, hello Tom.

Hello Ginerva Weasley.

You can call me Ginny.

My apologies, Ginny... This may sound unusual, but how did you come by this diary?

Well, I found it between Gadding with Ghouls and Year with the Yeti while I was looking for my tie. I actually didn't know I had it (this diary, not the tie). I'm sure mum would have told me if she'd bought it, and it wasn't on my book list.

"Ginny!" A voice made me whip around, hastily slamming the diary shut. Kate burst into the room and collapsed on my bed sighing dramatically.

"Yeah?" I asked curiously. I was kind of peeved. I was having a nice (not to mention unusual) conversation with the mysterious Tom Riddle only to be interrupted before it ended. I was hungry to know more about him. He was so fascinating. I devoured facts about him... though admittedly he didn't let many out.

"Anthony Goldstein is so sweet! He just gave me a rose, and asked me if he could get to know me sometime." Kate said dreamily, eyes closed.

"And..." I sat up straighter, directing one ear towards Kate. I couldn't help it. I love hearing gossipy things like that.

"And what? I'm not saying anything!" Kate exclaimed, "I think I'll go to the library in a sec."

"Hold it right there young lady!" I snapped playfully, trying to sound like mum when she's trying to get something out of Fred or George, "You are gonna sit there and describe every tiny little detail about what happened. I have got to know your dirty little secret!"

Kate laughed and threw my pillow at me. I caught it and threw it back. It hit her in the forehead and she toppled over the side of my bed.

I laughed at her expression... until I was the one trying to get some grip on the polished wood of my bed.

We had a huge pillow fight, which only stopped when one of the pillows burst, sending feathers everywhere.

We gazed at each other wide eyed.

"Oops," was the only thing I could think of.

"Congratulations Ginny," Kate smirked, "Incredibly witty... Oops. And speaking of secrets, why do you always seem to be hanging around that diary when I come in?"

"I like that diary," I defended.

"And I bet I'll like the juicy gossip and your dirty little secrets which are in it!" Kate waggled her eyebrows before reaching over to my bedside table and grabbing my... Tom's diary.

"No!" I gasped.

Kate grinned evilly before opening it. Her eyebrows raised in disgust and she looked at me.

I peered over her shoulder, half indignant and half curious at what Tom had written.

"Gee, when McGonnagal said you didn't like writing, she really wasn't kidding." Kate joked.

The diary was blank. Totally blank.

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