(Ron's pov)

It was such a long day, and it's only the first actual day of the new school year.

Ever since I woke up I have been hearing people all around me whisper at my mum yelling at me last night, in front of the whole school. I have never been so humiliated in my entire life.

And all because I couldn't get onto the platform yesterday. Didn't mum realize that I couldn't force the barrier to suddenly close, leave Ginny and me alone in the muggle world with no way to get to her or dad, let alone make it to school on time.

Not to mention that it was the slimy git of the dungeons that had to be the one to spot my arrival?

I honestly thought he was going to kill me and use me as potions ingredients, with the way he was pulling me by my muggle shirt.

He was telling me that if I was in his house I'd be boarding the train tonight to go home, never to step foot into Hogwarts again.

For once, I wisely kept my mouth shut, rather than tell him that if I had been sorted into his house I would have left right after my sorting.

There is no way I would spend a moment in Slytherin, let alone seven years.

Besides the whole mess yesterday, classes were so boring. I wonder when we can actually learn something again.

Except in Potions. Why do we need that class? Not everyone can make a perfect potion on the first go. Snape is such a git. Why is he even a teacher? Why can't he be like our new DADA professor?

We had his class earlier, and I can't wait for the next lesson. Although all he did was give us a test to see if we had read his books. I'm happy to say that I have actually read all of them before we got to Hogwarts.

Tonight is Astrology, and I hope the class doesn't take too long. I'd really just want the day over with so I can get back to bed.

(Ginny's pov)

As soon as classes were over I went to my room to write to Tom.

*Hello Tom*

/Hello Ginny. How was your classes?/

*They were a bit boring actually. I was hoping to learn how to perform spells, not the theory behind them*

/You need to be patient. That's all./

*I was wondering something Tom*

/What?/

*When you went to school here, what house were you in?*

/I was in Slytherin/

*I wanted to be in Slytherin myself, but I was sorted into Gryffindor like the rest of my family*

/Hmm... I never heard of a child from a Gryffindor family that wanted to be a Slytherin/

*There is a boy who was sorted into Slytherin last year. He was supposed to be in Gryffindor.*

/Why does this boy's sorting bother you?/

*He is my future husband. We have a marriage contract, though my father hasn't signed it yet*

/I see/

*The problem is that there is people in that house that I don't want him to be associating with. Children of known Death Eaters like the Malfoys, and there is a girl there who was flirting with him in public!*

/Does he know about your marriage contract?/

*No. He has been raised by muggles ever since You-Know-Who killed his parents in October of 1981. I was hoping to get sorted into Slytherin so that I could introduce myself to him, and keep that other girl away from what is mine. Anyway, I should go, I've already got homework and it's only the first day! Goodnight Tom*

/Goodnight Ginny/

(In the diary pov)

I knew of the event that little Ginny had mentioned. Even though I have been in here since I was 16, I still have the knowledge of my older self.

I know exactly what event she meant that occurred in October of 1981.

It was the day I went to the Potters, the day the Potter parents were killed.

So, Harry Potter; the sole survivor of that fateful night; was sorted into Slytherin.

The day I face him again will be interesting indeed.