Hey yo we're up to year two! It's going pretty good. Ginny confuses me because she's a year behind all the other characters and her year two is their year three… ah, whatever.

Anyway, I don't own nothing, yo.

I find myself very… hesitant to write in another diary. After what happened last year mum said she wouldn't blame me if I never looked at one again. But Ron told me there would be no harm in just writing to myself in a non- answering packet of parchment. I suppose after much consideration it wasn't very smart to spill your guts to a book that talks back. Even in the magical world there aren't many talking books, and even if they do, it's just a spell.

So, we went to Egypt this summer. Mum wouldn't allow me to go into one of the tombs because of skeletons and ancient curses, but she's obviously never been inside the Chamber of Secrets with a fifty foot long snake behind you, spewing guts while the love of your life is dying before your very eyes. Oh, and just ten minutes earlier you were a few minutes away from having your soul being sucked out of your body by the most evil wizard ever.

But as long as the skeletons didn't creep me out.

Mum may not have noticed this but I do feel a bit stronger after my experiences last year. I won't be anybody's fool anymore. I still blush every time I see Harry, but I refuse to let anyone take advantage of me anymore.

It's the weekend before we are going to King's Cross Station. From my previous experiences at Hogwarts I was less than excited to be coming back to Hogwarts, but despite it all I do have some friends and maybe another chance at turning Harry's head. Every time Mum sees us together she gives us this little shake of the head and smile as if to say 'aw how simply adorable, young love'. She's wrong, though. I know it… this is the real deal. I don't know, every time I even think of Harry I get butterflies. But he hasn't even looked my way.

I guess I'll always just be that stupid little sister. Besides, what do I have to offer? He could have anyone he wanted! Even that Cho Chang. She's with Cedric Diggory right now, but Harry's so brave and intelligent that any girl in their right mind would want him to be their boyfriend. I know I do.

Anyway, he's staying a few rooms down from us and never leaves the hotel. It's strange but Dad keeps on looking at the Sirius Black posters and then back at Harry. Dad would never have made it as a politician.

To be honest I'm a bit ashamed at my behavior last year. I seemed rather stalkerish to any passerby observing my attachment to Harry. Hermione suggested that I back off a little. Hermione's very nice and we spend time together sometimes when she's not studying. She's very easy to talk to and will always give you her honest opinion of things. She's adorable.

Speaking of adorable, Ronald always makes an effort to sit next to Hermione when we have meals together. He pulls out the chair for her, it's so sweet. He gets all red at the ears and she blushes. Harry and I always lock eyes and grin. I know Harry would've done that too but Ron always rushed over before he can get to it.

I wish someone would pull out a chair for me.

Anyway, Hogwarts here I come!

Ginny.

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if I should be addressing these entries to anyone in particular. It feels to attached, like I always used to start my entries with 'Tom' but now I realize that after last year… well, I just get uncomfortable.

Anyway, the first week of term went well. It's strange because I'm not really seeing much of anyone this year, I'm sort of preoccupied with my studies. Occasionally I talk to a Ravenclaw named Luna Lovegood, sometimes have a chat with Neville or Hermione. I never really talk to Harry (never really did) or Ron.

School is getting more challenging as the weeks go on, and Harry seems to be getting tenser and tenser. I hope that he won't get himself into trouble this year, and what's more that I'm not the cause of all that trouble. I feel absolutely horrible because of last year, I can barely look him in the eyes. Maybe next year things will be different.

Ginny.

Journal,

Harry, Ron and Hermione were in hospital again. Who knows what for, but the fact that Ron has a cast and the others have some pretty nasty cuts I'd have to say they ran into more than Malfoy. Plus Buckbeak is missing, along with Sirius Black. The train back is pretty much uneventful. Harry is so sweet, he offered to put my trunk on a rack. He sort of averts his eyes when talking to me now, I think now more than ever he is reluctant to go home. What a sweet child. Whatever happened to him, I hope he's not permanently damaged. Especially in a way that may cause harm to our children.

Ginny.

Riddle couldn't bring his bound hands up to his face to wipe the tears from the pain away. For every memory, the chains cuffing his hands seemed to grow heavier and heavier, weighing him down with the newfound guilt that a painful death brought him. The sweetness of Ginny's words made him weep alongside the natural tears caused by the pain.

How could it that a boy with no extraordinary talents, besides the ones that he, Lord Voldemort, gave to him, no exceptional good looks or style could be so loved by his friends? What did this young girl see in this straggly boy of thirteen? An awkward teenage boy could hardly have been very attractive but yet this girls infatuation went much deeper than some celebrity crush. Ginny Weasley truly believed that she saw the true man behind the sad green eyes.

Tom Riddle could only have dreamed what it was like. Sometimes, when things were really bad, he wondered to himself what it would be like to be loved by someone.

Just when he was beginning to feel remorse, true remorse, another tidal wave of memories poured into him and he cried in excruciating pain.