(Daphne's pov)

I was waiting in the common room with Blaise and Draco for Harry before we would go to breakfast together.

I smirked as I thought about the glare I would always see on the Weaselette's face each morning ever since I ran into her.

I remember how I felt so much better after talking to Harry about the Gryffindor First year. Like a weight was lifted from me.

I had no idea how hard it was going to be for me if I had to watch Harry marry someone else. Especially like that.

If Harry decided to date or eventually marry another girl, I could live with it, even if I don't like it. But, I wouldn't want to see anyone be forced into marrying an enemy.

Even if I don't have a chance to be with Harry, I at least want him to be happy in his future relationships. Especially when he will need all of the love and support he can get when the time comes for him to face his destiny.

I don't want to see him miserable, married to a shrew like the Weasley girl.

I was brought out of my thoughts as I noticed the head of messy black hair of my closest friend, the boy that I love with all of my heart. I know that my friends would snicker, and my parents would question, but I truly love Harry Potter.

I love how strong he is, even against those who would harm or use him. I love how smart he is, understanding things he should be having trouble comprehending due to being raised by muggles.

I love how his black hair never seems to lie flat, no matter what he does. I love how his emerald eyes sparkle in amusement when Weasley gets in trouble.

I will never allow someone use him for his money (like Weaselette), or fame (like baby boy Weasel)

Because Harry only deserves the best, not the dregs.

(Ginny's pov)

It has been several weeks since my run in with the Slytherin slut. It seemed to me that she hadn't taken my warning seriously.

I would see her every morning walking with Harry and the other snakes. Talking to him as if the fact that he is MY future husband, doesn't matter. As if she has the right to talk to the Boy-Who-Lived.

I will have to put a stop to these so called friendships once we get together. He needs to learn that people like them should be treated like the trash they are. That they aren't even worthy enough to lick the dirt off his boots.

I held Tom's diary in hand, along with my history book as I walked to class.

Professor Binns was droning on about yet another goblin revolution as I opened the diary.

*Hello Tom*

/Hello Ginny/

*I need some advice*

/What's wrong?/

*Remember how I told you about a girl who was flirting with my Harry?*

/Yes, has she not quit?/

*No. She doesn't seem to care that Harry belongs with me*

/I see. I might be able to help you/

*Really? How?*

/I have an idea of how to get rid of her, permanently/

*What do I have to do?*

/When is your next break?/

*I have a 45 minute break after this class*

/Write to me again when your break starts/

*Ok*

(Diary Tom's pov)

It wouldn't be long now before all of my planning would pay off. I have been waiting patiently all these years.

Soon, I will begin anew, and I will take out my opposition. First, I need to neutralize the Potter heir. Then I can take on Albus Dumbledore, the biggest thorn in my side.

Soon, Harry Potter. Soon.