Author's Note: I literally just agreed to the rules and guidelines five minutes ago and can't remember if posting this quickly was against the rules. Also I'm up to four views look at that. oh and italics and bold transfer from google docs too, way fancier than the first half of this story which was copy pasted from word right before my school canceled my subscription.

She felt anxious with the diary gone. Her mind was clear and her emotions were more in check than they'd been all year when she woke up the next morning. But something inside her longed for the diary.

Even so she wasn't prepared for Ron to shove it in her face the next morning at breakfast.

"Ginny, where'd you get this stupid thing?" He questioned, "Myrtle saw you throw it at her in the bathroom."

"I don't know," she sighed, tears building up.

"What do you mean you don't know, you must've gotten it somewhere," Ron pressed.

"It was inside one of my textbooks that mum got me," she whined.

"Ginny why's it blank?" Harry asked.

"It writes back," she mumbled.

"It writes back?" Harry questioned, pulling out an inkwell from his bag, she reached forward and slammed the diary shut.

"Don't, it says things, awful things-"

"Then why didn't you give it to one of the Professors?"

"I showed it to Lockhart and he just said it was a gag book," she curled in on herself uncomfortably as the boys groaned. "Hermione thinks he's a good teacher-"

"Yeah well, Hermione's got a screw loose when it comes to him," Ron waved her off. "Look we'll keep an eye on the stupid thing and see if we can get McGonagall or Ed to take a look at it. If you want a new diary Professor Ed can probably make one like he made our notebooks." He explained.

"Right, okay, sorry," she mumbled.

"Hey don't worry about it, didn't know any better," Ron patted her shoulder before him and Harry took off to sit with the twins, and Harry shoved the diary in his robes. She stared longingly at his pocket before shaking her head, and turning to her breakfast.

Professor Ed was completely willing to make her a 'journal' which she requested, saying she'd filled up her old one.

"Don't worry about it, they're pretty easy to make with alchemy, binding wont come apart either," he demonstrated, putting a stack of sliced parchment on top of a piece of cardboard and black fabric. The fabric wrapped around the cardboard, and the pages fused to the middle of the board, before the whole thing folded in on itself into a normal journal.

She gratefully took the journal, sitting down back at her desk, which she shared with no-one since Colin Creevey was petrified. She wrote her own name on the binding, and began scrawling into the pages like usual, somewhat off put by how much she wrote, and the fact that she actually had to turn the pages.

By the time she finished writing she felt better, but strangely empty from the diaries lack of response. She shoved the journal somewhat disappointedly back into her bag, before moving to push her table towards the side walls like the rest of the class was doing.

She was in the library several days later, staring at the soulless diary when Hoenheim the ghost popped in, whipping his hand quickly to knock a book off the shelf. He noticed her staring as he sat down next to the book.

"You're a first year aren't you, friends with that Luna girl?" he questioned and she nodded. "What happened to that strange book you were always writing in?"

"Ron and Harry think it's dark magic…"

"Lots of things are inherently dark," the ghost argued. "Do you think it's dark?"

"I stopped having nightmares once I got rid of it… I don't know. It started acting mean."

"How can an inanimate object be mean?" The man pressed.

"When I wrote in it, it wrote back… It was nice enough at first but…"

"Hmm… maybe it was like the paintings… alive but not. Or myself I suppose," the ghost frowned. "Find a painting to talk to then," he decided, sinking back through the floor, seemingly forgetting the book he'd opened.

Hermione was staring at her, she had just gotten out of the Hospital wing, and Ron and Harry had probably told her about the Diary. Not that it was any of her business, why hadn't they just gotten the stupid thing checked already. Then maybe she could have it back, or at least get closure that she shouldn't use it. Instead it passed between the trio's hands to whichever one of them was more interested in it that day.

"You alright Ginny?" Professor Ed asked. Apparently she'd spaced out eating lunch, where she was sitting with his brother and the twins.

"Yeah, sorry zoned out," she mumbled, digging her fork into her salad rather forcefully.

"Oh yeah, Angelina heard that Lockhart was planning a Valentine's day party," Fred joked.

"Oh shut up," George lightly slapped their brother.

"I'm serious, she heard him ordering dwarves 'dressed as cupid'," Fred sniggered.

"Oh that's going to be a shitshow, I can't wait," George laughed.

"Should I ask what Valentine's day is?" Professor Ed questioned blandly, and the twins quickly jumped on the opportunity.

"Valentine's day is when Dumbledore roller-skates through the castle firing arrows at students," George announced. Professor Ed rolled his eyes, and quickly got up to ask someone else.

The tension in the castle died down, no one had been attacked in the castle since before christmas. Ginny felt more anxious than ever.

Surely enough Lockhart had his Valentine's day bash, and the dwarves were happy to dole out messages for whatever reason. Fred and George had apparently written Professor Ed more than a hundred letters, and Hagrid had to hold him back at breakfast when he tried to dropkick one of the dwarves out the window.

She wrote one to Harry despite her annoyance with the diary, and sent it off to do its job.

Its job unfortunately ended up being to attack Harry in the hallway to give his message, and his stuff spilled out all over the floor. Draco Malfoy stepped over the books, picking up the Diary with annoyance.

"You didn't turn this stupid thing over to the teachers yet?" Malfoy questioned.

"Give it back Malfoy-" Harry said quietly.

"Are you that dumb, do you remember what it did to Weasley junior?"

"Hand it over-" He was getting more annoyed.

"I'll do it myself if you aren't going to-" Malfoy began to walk away, but didn't get the chance.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, and the book shot out of his hands. Ron quickly dashed forward and caught it.

"Mind your own damn business Malfoy, we've got it handled," Ron added.

"Oh just because Ginny's got a thing for you doesn't mean you shouldn't turn this stupid thing in," Malfoy ranted. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks, and she quickly ran away. It wouldn't've happened if she'd never thrown the diary away, never would've happened if they'd just turned the dumb journal in, she ducked into the closest bathroom, slamming the door hard enough that the frosted window pane in the door shattered. She couldn't bring herself to care as she turned on the tap and splashed her hot face.

She didn't see the book again, and she felt rather antsy. Ron would've told her if they'd found something right? They didn't have it anymore, they didn't seem like they had it anymore. They didn't carry it around like they had been before, like she'd had before. Her other journal had been tossed in the trash, it didn't give her the relief it had the first day, it just filled her with worry and regret, now that she was able to read over her own frantic writing.

The paintings all talked to each other, not to mention the paintings in the headmasters office. If he'd heard about the diary and that she hadn't reported it and it actually turned out to be cursed then-

"Are you alright Ginny?" Luna asked, snapping her out of her own head.

"I'm fine stop asking," she grumbled, and Luna frowned.

"Is it about the dark Diary? You gave it up, didn't you?"

"I shouldn't've," Ginny grumbled to herself.

"I heard it takes twenty one days to break or make a habit. Just one more week, right?" Luna argued.

"Right, one more week," Ginny assured herself. It didn't feel all that reassuring.

A week passed and another and another, time was moving too quickly without the journal. She tried convincing herself it didn't matter, after all no one seemed to think it mattered anymore, no one thought to tell her about its whereabouts. The thing couldn't be dangerous if no one bothered updating her on it, right?

That's how she justified breaking into Harry's room, tearing through his things until she found it, grabbing the nearest inkwell and scribbling in frantic handwriting.

The ink disappeared and reappeared as something else.

Hello Ginny, my dear, I've missed you so much

Suddenly, the whole in her chest felt whole again, filled with not love, but ink.