I couldn't believe it, Harry Potter was going to stay at my house for the rest of the summer. Fred, George, and Ron had told me of their plan to go and kidnap him, but, naturally, wouldn't let me come along. I begged and pleaded, but in the end was pleased with their decision to leave my behind. Boy, was Mum mad. Not at Harry of course, but my three brothers got it good. I could hear her screams ringing in my ears for weeks. I waited a while for her anger to subside before going down to breakfast. My stomach couldn't take the hunger anymore. I was so excited to meet him, to talk to him, but as soon as a stepped foot in the kitchen and saw him, my stomach gave a flip, I forgot about food, let out an involuntary squeal, and fled from the room. I was furious with myself for my shyness. When I heard Ron and Harry coming up the stairs, hoping to get a glimpse of him, I opened my door a bit. He, of course, looked over at it. I quickly shut it and felt my face turning red. Ron said something and although I couldn't understand him, I knew it was about me and turned redder still.
I couldn't help it, but everytime Harry was in the room, I did something embarassing. I was mortified the whole time he was staying with us, and couldn't say more than one or two words in his presence. On the day our Hogwarts letters arrived, I knocked my whole bowl of porridge to the floor. Wow, can you say embarassing? Then, Harry actually spoke to me. He asked me if I was starting Hogwarts. I blushed and nodded, not being able to say anything. Then I did the worst thing possible, I put my elbow in the butter dish. Thankfully, no one but Harry noticed.
When we got back from Diagon Alley that Wednesday, I noticed a book in my cauldron that I didn't remember buying. Curious about it, I opened it and looked inside, but it was completely blank. It actually looked like some sort of diary. I was admittedly pretty excited, I had never had a diary before, and it was the perfect way to vent some of my feeling. So I sat at my desk, grabbed a quill, and began writing.
Dear Diary,
Well, I guess I should introduce myself, I am Ginny Weasley.
I then paused, thinking of how best to word my feelings. But my writing dissapeared! I was sitting there in shock, staring at it with my jaw dropped, when some new words appeared.
Hello Ginny, I'm Tom Riddle.
I let out a gasp, and suddenly remembered something my father had said to me once, "Never trust something that can think for itself," but what harm could a book do? So I wrote back, confiding in Tom all of my feelings, worries, insecurities, and pain. He seemed especially interesting in my telling him about You-Know-You. I didn't think anything of it at the time, figuring that it was just an intriging topic. So I talked to Tom for the rest of the summer, he really was a good listener.
It was quite a task getting to King's Cross when it was the day to get on the train. Both Fred and George had forgotten something, and I rolled my eyes, thinking how stupid they were and how could they possible forget something, when I realized that I had forgotten my diary. Now, normally I would've just let my Mum owl it to me, but what if Tom told her all my secrets? No, I couldn't risk that, so I begged and pleaded until Dad turned around the car for me to go back and get it.
When we got there, it was quite a bit later that Mum would've liked, it was obvious how nervous she was. After waiting a few minutes for Ron and Harry to come through, she just gave me a quick hug and pushed me on the train. I found an empty compartment and sat down. A few minutes later, Hermione Granger, Ron and Harry's friend, popped her head in.
"Hey Ginny, have you seen Harry and Ron? I can't find them anywhere."
"Er, no, they came onto the platform after me. They're not here?" I asked, starting to feel worried.
"No, they're not," she replied, "Do you mind if I sit with you then?"
"Not at all," I said, happy that I wouldn't have to sit alone.
She came in and sat down across from me. We talked the whole way there, and I noticed that she was really nice, and could tell that she was a great friend. My worry for Ron and Harry steadily grew though, and I could tell Hermione was worried too, although she tried to act normally. Where were they? Surely they would've come and found Hermione once they got on the train?
When we got off the train, me and Hermione parted, her to the carraiges, and me to Hagrid, who was yelling, "Firs' years!" I got in a boat and was shortly followed by three kids named Colin Creevey, Dana Brooks, and Kaitlynn Beckett. Dana seemed very nice, and we were instant friends. Hopefully we would be in the same house. When we got to the castle, all of the first years walked in, heard a short speech from Professor McGonagall, and walked in the Great Hall.
It was amazing! I had heard things about Hogwarts from my brothers, but it was nothing like experiencing the real thing. Kaitlynn Beckett, the short, blonde-haired girl who sat with us on the boat was called up first. She looked extremely scared as she sat down on the stool and the sorting hat was placed on her head, covering her eyes. After a few seconds, the hat screamed out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and the hufflepuff table burst into applause as she sat down with them. Next was Dana Brooks, she walked up, sat down, and put the hat on her head. Her sorting took much longer than Kaitlynn's, and after a few minutes the hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" She leapt up and joined the Gryffindor table, looking very pleased with herself. Then, it was Colin Creevey's turn. He was a very short, mouse-like boy. The hat said, "GRYFFINDOR!" right away and joined the table. I was so nervous about the sorting, that I lost track of what was happening.
Then I remembered that Ron and Harry hadn't showed up on the train, and looked over at the Gryffindor table. I saw Hermione, sitting by herself and looking very agitated. I let out a sigh and turned back to the front. McGonagall called out the name Luna Lovegood, and I saw a girl with blonde hair walking up who looked vaguely familiar. After a few seconds, I realized that she lived near us, and I used to play with her sometimes. She was quite wierd. The hat called out "RAVENCLAW!" and I lost track of things again, worrying about my brother and his friend, until I heard my own name being called. My legs felt like jelly as I walked up to the front, shaking. The hat was placed on my head and I saw only darkness as it covered my eyes. Then I heard a voice.
"Hmm, another Weasley? Boy, there's a lot of you. GRYFFINDOR"
I let my body relax as, relieved, I walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Dana. It was a fantastic feast, and it was one of the best meals I had ever had. When they got to the Gryffindor tower, Hermione was looking up at the boy's dormitory with a scowl on her face. I made my way over to her, Dana following, and asked her what had happened. She explained how the boys had flown the car to Hogwarts. I laughed and followed Dana up to the first year girl's room. Sharing the room with Dana and I, were Holly Zatch and April Raven. I changed, got into my bed, and was immediately asleep.
Author's Note: Well, there's chapter two, the first part of COS. Chapter three will be up soon! Please rate and review. Love you guys!