Dear Diary,

It has been a few days since the shopping trip and I have spent the whole time admiring all my new school stuff.I have been admiring my wand from afar, since mum said that she wants me to keep it in the box until school. I love the way it looks and keep reminding myself of it's properties. Hazel wood, a dragon heart string core, 9 inches long and solid.

I have been flipping through all my school books, excited to new stuff about the magical world. I tried to read Lockhart's books but they are so boring, I'm glad that we buy any of them. Ron is going to be sharing with Harry and Hermione, Fred and George with their friend Lee, I offered to share mine with Percy but he said he already has someone he can share with.

I read through my spell book, my history book and my potions book. I haven't read my transfiguration book yet, every time I try to read it the only thing I can think about is dad and Mr. Malfoy fighting in Flourish and Botts. Which we got to read in the daily prophet article about Gilderoy Lockhart. They didn't know who dad was so the prophet just mentioned the 'Lucius Malfoy was seen fighting another man in the famous bookshop..." Dad's reputation wasn't ruined, not that he has a reputation to ruin, like mum had worried about.

I opened the cover of the book and there was a small black book. I grabbed the smaller book, thinking that someone must have left it in here when the bigger book was donated. I opened the cover of the smaller book, wondering if an even smaller book was in there but no such luck. The small book appeared to be empty, none of it's pages written on. Wait, there is something here just inside the front cover: T.M Riddle. This book belonged to T.M Riddle, whoever that is? I closed the book and glanced at the outside, along the back cover it stated where the book was from: Vauxhall Road, London 1942.

This book is fifty years old, I have a new diary that is fifty years old. Not that I won't still write in you, just that I have a new diary now.

Ginny Molly Weasley

I opened to the first page.

Dear New Diary,

My name is Ginny Weasley...

The ink from my quill disappeared into the page. I flipped the page to see if the ink had bleed through, no ink. I flipped another page, no ink. I flipped page after page until I had reached the back of the book, there was no ink anywhere. What happened to the ink and the words I had just put onto the page? I flipped back to the first page and there was something written there. It wasn't in my handwriting thought. My handwriting is a mix of curly and messy while this writing was neat and small. It read:

Hello Ginny Weasley, How did you come across my diary?

I jumped out of my desk chair. Diaries are not supposed to write back, books are not suppose to write back. The only time something should be written back is when you write a letter. I ran out of my room in order to get away from the possessed diary, if that's what it is. I went outside and sat underneath the big oak tree by the house. I could hear my brothers and Harry playing Quidditch up in the orchard. Their shouts and screams of laughter made me smile and I almost forgot about the possessed diary up in my room.

Maybe its not possessed, I can just write something else and see what happens. What could go wrong?

I headed back to my room and sat down at my desk again, staring at those ten terrifying words.

I found your diary in a old, second hand transfiguration book.

I watched, again as my ink disappeared into the page and reformed themselves

You found my diary in a second hand book?

All my belongings are second hand, do you have a problem with that?

No, I'm perfectly fine with second hand stuff. How about we start over, I'm Tom Riddle. What's your name?

Ginny Weasley, It figures you are a boy, all boys are mean

What do you have against boys?

I have six older brothers. I'm the youngest and only girl, that's what I have against guys

That would make sense, I'm assuming that your brothers are very protective of you.

They can go past protective into down right annoying

I talked to Tom about my brothers. I can't believe I'm having a conversation with a book and enjoying it. I can't believe I'm talking to a book.

I don't think I can trust you, my dad has always told me and my brothers to never trust anything that can think for its self especially when you can't see where it keeps it's brain.

Your dad sounds like a smart man, but you don't have to worry I'm not evil. I'm merely an enchanted diary that was made to tell your feelings to and help the owner of it through tough times. I made this diary so others can find comfort through difficult times and in turn I can be comforted. It is hard to be preserved in a diary, time and days passing and just waiting for the moment that someone will pick you up and write to you. Waiting for the moment that you can make a new friend.

I felt my heart break. That's so sad, I will be your friend Tom. I will write to you everyday and tell you how my first year at Hogwarts is going.

Thank you Ginny Weasley, I feel better all ready.

Your welcome and you can just call me Ginny.

I will Ginny, you can tell me all your secrets and put your heart and soul into me, just like I did with this diary.

It's going to be nice to have someone like you to talk to and share my feelings with, when you have brothers and try to tell them your feelings they just make fun of you. Especially about your fears of going to Hogwarts and having a crush on... I stopped afraid to tell Tom about my crush on Harry.

Who is this crush of yours Ginny?

He... He... His name... He is Harry Potter.

Who is Harry Potter?

You don't know who... Oh, that's right your fifty years old and Harry is twelve. He is a year older than me and my brothers best friend. He has black hair that is messy and always sticks up in the back and he has green eyes that are extremely bright, they're like emeralds. Not to mention he is one of the most famous wizards in the magical world.

Why is he famous?

He defeated You-Know-Who as a baby.

Who is this You-Know-Who?

He was the dark lord, the most powerful dark wizard of all time. People were so afraid of him that they called him You-Know-Who instead of calling him by his other name.

From the way you keep on speaking about him in past tense, I assuming that he is dead.

Yes Harry killed him, even now when he has dead for so many years were still afraid to say his name.

Could you tell me what his name was?

I know I should never say his name out loud but writing it down wouldn't hurt anybody right? I will right it down just this one time, his name was Lord Voldemort. Please don't ask me to write it down again.

If he is dead why are you still afraid of him?

He was so dark and powerful that just his name strikes fear into people, even now when he has been dead for so long. He was so dark and evil that he strikes fear into the hearts of us who weren't even alive when he was alive.

If this dark lord was so powerful, how could a little baby defeat him?

If I knew I would tell you. In fact the whole magical world would love to know the answer to that question. The only thing I know is that You-Know-Who came to his house when he was only a year old and tried to kill him. You-Know-Who killed his dad first and then his mum and when he finally turned his wand on Harry, he couldn't kill him. That's the part that is so mysterious, a dark lord unable to kill a baby boy. Another strange part of the story is that no one knows what actually happened to You-Know-Who after he tired to kill Harry. We all just assumed that he died, but did he really?

"Time for dinner you lot," Mums voice rang up the stairs.

I'm sorry Tom but I have to go to dinner, Mum just called me.

Alright Ginny. I hope you do write in me again. I liked being able to talk to someone, it's been so long since I have had a conversation with anyone.

I will make sure to write to you Tom, thank you for listening.

Your welcome Ginny Weasley, good night and have sweet dreams

Goodnight to you to Tom.

I watched as my words faded into the paper before closing the diary. I looked around my room for a special spot to put it. I finally decided to just put it in my nightstand drawer along with my other diary. I slipped out into the hallway, hoping I wasn't too late when I ran into Percy.

"Why aren't you at dinner? I thought I was the only person in this house who was late for meals." Percy asked as he walked down the hallway with me.

"I was writing in my diary," I said happily skipping down the stairs.

"Okay,"

"Why are you two late for dinner?" Mum asked, her hands on her hips. "I'm used to Percy doing this but not you Ginny, what were you doing."

"Apparently todays diary entry was so important, it was worth being yelled at for being late for dinner." Percy said as we sat down in our spots.

"At least I said what I was doing, you have been late for every meal for everyday this summer and still won't say what your doing in that bedroom of yours." I said with a teasing smile on my face.

Percy did not respond, he just started to eat his dinner.