It's Saturday! I survived my first week at Hogwarts! For wanting to go to Hogwarts my whole life my first week didn't go as I imagined. I have decided to make the best of today and do something fun. I sit up and stretch my arms over my head and slowly open my eyes. What the...

There are rooster feathers all over my bed, last night there was only one underneath my diary? How did I go from one to my bed being covered? More importantly where did they come from? I have got to get out of this room. I hurriedly dressed and ran down the stairs, heading straight for the Great Hall. When I reached the Gryffindor table I saw Percy talking with someone from his year. He looked up and saw me approaching and stared pointedly, as if saying 'you better sit by me.'

What does he want? I haven't done anything wrong. I sat down across from him and helped myself to fried eggs and bacon.

"Ginny, why didn't you come down for dinner?" That's right, I remember now.

"Hermione told you I fell asleep right?"

"Yeah she did,"

"Then you already know,"

"Are you okay Ginny?"

"I'm fine, just yesterday I was tired,"

"Are you sure your fine?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly okay Perce. Stop worrying."

"Okay then I will make sure to tell mum when I right to her."

That's what I was going to do today, I was going to write to mum. I look up and down the table looking for the rest of my brothers. There's Ron talking with Hermione but wheres...

"Percy, where are Fred and George?"

"Quidditch practice,"

"Could I watch,"

"Yeah, anybody can,"

I finished my breakfast and then hurried up to my dorm room for paper and a quill. I figure I will write to mum while I watch practice. I have a problem, I don't know where the Quidditch stadium is. I head back into the Great Hall and see Ron and Hermione still at the breakfast table. I will just go with them down to the stadium.

"... Honestly Ronald, I don't see why you don't just write home for another,"

"Yeah and get another howler back."

"Well whose fault is it to begin with?"

Ron opened his mouth, full of food, to retort when Hermione caught sight of me.

"Hi Ginny. How are you this morning?"

"Good, Are you guys going to watch Quidditch practice?"

"Yeah, why?" Ron asked, his mouth still full of food.

"Could I go down with you guys,"

"Of course..." Hermione started.

"Wait. Why can't you go down by yourself?"

"I don't know where the stadium is, any more stupid questions?" Ron just glared at me.

When they were done eating, we went down to the stadium together. When we sat down I took out my paper and quill.

"Your not going to record practice are you?" Ron asked, dumbly.

"Im writing to mum,"

"Oh, can I borrow a piece of paper?"

"No get your own."

"Honestly you two, do you always bicker?" Hermione's question was not answered.

"What are does prats doing?" Ron asked. I looked at the field where a group of Slytherins all holding broomsticks were walking on the field during the Gryffindor Quidditch practice.

"Come on, let's go up there so we can actually hear what's going on," Ron said. We hurried down to the pitch, Ron and Hermione ran forward but I hung back so I was out of sight but close enough so I could hear what was going on.

"I'm the new Slytherin seeker Weasley," said the Malfoy boy. If he is their seeker, Harry will have no trouble beating him. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team."

What a spoiled little... he bought his way onto the team.

"Good, aren't they? Perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them. "

What a jerk!

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent." Hermione said.

You go Hermione, I love how she had the nerve to stand up those idiots.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood, " Malfoy spat.

I can't believe he just said that, the filthy little...

Ron jumped at Malfoy, I felt a sense of pride at Ron. Ron pulled out his wand and Bang. Did Malfoy hit Ron? No, Malfoy's wand isn't even drawn. There Ron is on the ground, he hit himself with his own spell due to his malfunctioning wand. Wait he's throwing up... slugs? What is wrong with his wand?

Harry and Hermione got on either side of Ron and pulled him along as he continued to belch slugs. The whole Slytherin team is on the ground, rolling with laughter. Somebody stop them, it wasn't funny.

That night I write in my diary, not to Tom but something different. The words are ringing in my head and the only way to get them out are to write them down.

Come... Come to me... Let me rip you... Let me tear you... Let me kill you...

The voice in my head rings, it's chilling and terrifying, it freezes me to the bone. I'm so cold I just want to wrap up in the comforter and pray it takes the cold away. The cold is so cold that it's painful. What's worse is the voice reverberating around my head, my head hurts. I grip my head, hoping it will make the pain go away.

I wake up, boiling to death and tangled in my blankets. What happened, I had a bad dream but what was it?

"Ginny?"

"Ginny?"

"Ginny?"

"Ginny?"

I look around me to see my roommates peering down at me, their expressions full of horror.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"You were screaming," Katie said.

"No it was more like a mixture of screaming and moaning," Delany said.

"I just heard the moaning," Jordyn said.

"Is anybody else worried about the fact that she was thrashing around like her blankets were trying to strangle her," Chelsea said.

"I did all that?" I asked, unable to remember any of it.

"Yeah," they all said.

"What were you dreaming?" Katie asked.

"I don't know, I really don't and that's what scares me the most." From the looks on their faces, it scared them too.