Ginny stood there, ignoring the water seeping through her shoes, watching her diary closely. The same diary she had been writing in all year, the same diary that had been her closest friend at Hogwarts, the same diary which ought never to have written back – that diary's crisp, black letters were beginning to shimmer.
Tom was finally coming to visit her.
The ink stretched and then, within moments, there he stood.
His hair was the same color as the ink she had been using, his eyes dark and mysterious as he smiled at her, just at her.
Ginny nearly swooned.
