Harry has the diary. Harry has the diary. It's all I can think off as I walk the halls of Hogwarts. Harry has Tom's diary. Harry has Tom's diary. I think every time I see Harry. I wonder if Harry has figured out how to work it yet?
Harry has my diary. Harry has my diary. I don't like to think it but it's true, Harry has my diary. The diary that I wrote in for the majority of this year, the diary that I spelled my heart and soul into, writing secret after secret. What if Harry figured out how to work the diary, met Tom and Tom told Harry everything I wrote? It could happen, Tom and I were mad at each other when I flushed his precious diary down the toliet. Tom no longer has any loyalty to me, he never did now that I think about it, so he could reveal all my serets to Harry and not even feel guilty.
All of my secrets. My secrets aren't many but if somebody found them out how could I ever show my face again? How I feel about Harry, even though everybody already knows this so it doesn't matter if Harry knows that. What matters is if Tom tells Harry my fears about how Im the one attacking everybody? I can't let that happen. I can't have Harry knowing that. I need to get that diary back. I need to get it back before Harry can figure out how to work it. I need to get it back, make sure Tom didn't spread my secrets and then destroy it forever.
I planned it all out perfectly over these past days now Im finally putting it into action. I have been sitting up in the common room all morning waiting for Harry to come down. As soon as Harry leaves I just have to wait for his four dormmates to leave and then the diary is all mine. Every since I found out Harry has Tom's diary I haven't been myself. I haven't been eating, I haven't been sleeping, Im back to acting how I did when I had the diary. Will I never be rid of the stupid trance the diary has on me. The diary is bad news and I don't want to admit it but Tom is even worse than the diary.
Why? Simply because Tom made the diary. I just don't understand how someone as nice as Tom can make something so evil. Although there is a side to Tom that is not so nice, there is a side of him that is as evil as his diary. There are two Toms and I rather have the nice one.
There goes Seamus and Dean off to breakfast, two out and three more to leave.
I feel so awful planning on taking the diary. I shouldn't be planning on going through Harry's stuff but it must be done. A little bit of evil must be done to achieve any good. That must be why Tom made the diary, he did tell me that he made it to help first years like me through Hogwarts. He was doing a good task that ended up being evil. I wonder if Tom knew that the diary would turn evil if he would have made it in the first place?"
Now Harry and Ron have come down and Harry has his Quidditch stuff with him so I won't have to worry about him going back to get it. So far everything is going according to my plan. I planned to do this on Saturday, even though I wanted to steal it back on Valentines day, because I knew Harry has Quidditch on Saturday and would be absent from his dorm all morning. Now all I have to do is wait for Neville to leave and I can go get my diary. Did I say my diary, I meant Toms. Gosh here I go again with the crazy, Im just going to get the diary, find out if Tom told Harry, or even if Harry figured out how to work the diary, about me and then Im going to destroy it.
Yes! There goes Neville. I waited until Neville was gone through the portrait hole and then I made a break for the boys dormitory stairs while everyone is at breakfast. I moved along until I found the door marked 'Second Year Boys.' Closing the door behind me, so I can have a warning in case one of them shows up while Im still in here, I moved to the first trunk.
I grabbed the trunks lid but stopped myself. Can I really look through someone's belongings? I can't. I have to, thought. I have to do this. This is an emergency I have to do this, just this one time am I going to look through someone else's things, just this one time. I threw the lid open and scanned for anything that might tell me that the trunk is Harry's. Tucked into a pile of robes is a photograph, inside a golden frame, of a man and woman. The man has a round, plump face just like...
I quickly closed Neville's trunk and moved onto the next one. I didn't even open this one because on the wall in front of the bed is a posted of a muggle football team. This must be Dean's, Ron told me how Dean is obsessed with muggle football. "What a stupid sport muggle football is," Ron had told me over the summer. For once I agree with my brother, what's so fun about a sport that doesn't involve brooms?
The next trunk had a green shamrock on it, obviously belonging to Seamus.
I knew the next one was Ron's because Scabbers was on his bed, eating Ron's blanket. I went over and picked the rat up. "You know Ron wouldn't be happy if he knew you were attempting to eat his bed?" Scabbers just gave me a 'I don't care look.'
Finally I reached Harry's trunk and started to go through it. I was careful at first, laying everything down nicely and memorizing where is went but then I heard voices on the stairs coming towards me. Afraid that is was Harry or one of the other boys coming back I started throwing everything rapidly out of the trunk and searching everything. I finally found the diary at the bottom of Harry's trunk. I quickly got out of there only half aware of the mess I left behind.
I carried the diary back to my room, desperate to find out the truth.
Tom?
Harry? Harry did figure out how to work the diary, this is not good.
No it isn't Harry, it's me Ginny.
Ginny? What are you playing at?
What do you mean?
When Harry figured out how to work the diary he told me that someone tried to flush it down a toliet, did you really think that would destroy it?
I did
Why did you want to destroy the diary? Why did you try to ruin all my hard work?
I have told you many times before Tom that I believe Im the one who is causing the attacks and Im doing it because of the diary. I don't want to attack anybody.
Why would a diary I made do such awful things?
I don't know Tom but I need to ask you something?
First answer my questions
Not until you tell me if Harry knows that wrote in this diary too
He doesn't, I never mentioned anything about you. I said before Ginny, Im your friend and would never tell anybody your secrets.
Thank you Tom, now what did you want to ask me?
I understand why you would want the diary back but how did you know Harry had it?
It fell out of his back on Valentines day.
Ginny you're going to have to tell me more than that.
Im so relived that Tom didn't mention me to Harry, I told him everything about Valentines day. I told him about how I found out about Professor Lockhart's singing valentine's, how I stupidly wrote Harry a singing valentine and the whole fiasco that followed my idiotic decision.
I can't believe you actually sent Harry Potter a singing valentine?
I know it was stupid
So how did you get the diary back?
Again I told Tom everything. Another one of my idiotic schemes, except this time it worked. I never make smart decisions. All my planning of destroying the diary for good is going to be in vain for here Im back in Tom's clutches. I have only myself to blame for I stupidly, stupidly walked right back into his awaiting arms.
I fell asleep. In my dream I was just walking the halls of Hogwarts just like I would be any other day of my life. People are pushing me and crowding me as they're trying to get to their lesson. A few Slytherin girls are pointing and laughing at my hand-me-down robes while the boys are taking my books away from me and holding them above their head. I jump and jump and try to grab them but the boys seem to be growing taller or maybe Im shrinking or it's both?
Snapes here. "Miss. Weasley, what is with all this ruckus? Twenty points from Gryffindor for misbehaving in the hallways."
"But Professor I was..."
"I hear back talk. Another twenty points from Gryffindor."
"Honestly Professor I..."
"You and your brothers are nothing but trouble that will be another twenty points."
"Will you..."
"You Weasley's are nothing but Vermin, twenty points for being a Weasley,"
"You're..."
"Twenty points,"
"..."
"Twenty points,"
"..."
"Look how many points you have lost Gryffindor all by yourself Miss. Weasley." Snape held up the Gryffindor hourglass and red rubies started to fall from the bottom, drowning me in there gleam while the Slytherins just watched and laughed. I sunk through through the floor from the weight of the rubies on top of me. I kept on falling and falling and falling and falling, until I finally hit a stone cold floor.
Above me was a cold. pale face, laughing just as the Slytherins did. "You're dead Ginny Weasley," the pale face hissed. "You are dead you silly, stupid, little girl," The face hissed a something I couldn't understand.
I heard a thud behind me but I didn't have the strength to turn around and see what fell. I did, however, see a pair of bright yellow eyes before...
I woke up in a cold sweat, the diary having fallen from my hand and onto the floor. I need to get out of the dorm, I thought as I stood up and kept checking behind me for that pain of bright yellow eyes. I hurried down the stairs, desperate to fine someone, anyone, just so I wouldn't have to be alone and looking behind me for that pair of bright yellow eyes.
Authors Note:
I know that Ginny could have just looked at the name on the trunk in order to figure out whose is whose but let's face it that wouldn't be as fun.
I thought I would throw in Ginny talking to Scabbers in order to show how lonley Ginny is for someone to talk to.