She didn't want to hurt the birds. At the Burrow, her mum kept some chickens, and she'd never hurt one of them. She stood outside Hagrid's coop, one hand held a knife, the other hand held the diary.

'I don't think I can do this.' She wrote, hand's shaking. 'They're just chickens, they didn't do anything bad!'

'They'll hurt her, Ginny. I need to protect her, please Ginny.' She stared at his words. She wanted to help him, she really did, but she couldn't kill the poor roosters. 'Ginny?'

'I can't, Tom! They're little birds, I can't just kill them!' She was crying now, and Tom waited for a minute before replying.

'Well, there is another option. . . ' His writing stopped for a moment at a single tear drop hit the page. 'I can do it for you, so you don't have to.'

Ginny stared at the diary, and nodded. 'Could you do that, then?' Before he could reply, she felt her eyes droop closed.

She awoke later in her dorm room covered in feathers. She grabbed the diary from where it lay on her bed. How had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was. . . Roosters? No, that wasn't right. She had gone to the library and studied. She picked up her quill and wrote, 'Tom?'

'Yes, Ginny?' He wrote back. 'Learn anything new at the library?'

'Yeah, I think.' She pulled a feather off her robe. 'I'm covered in feathers.' She barely registered that she was writing in the diary, it had become second nature to her now.

'That's strange.' He mused, writing slowly. Ginny had to agree, she couldn't remember how long she'd been in the library. Or why she'd left her book bag in the dorm room. Or why she was covered in feathers and there was something suspiciously red under her finger nails. 'How was your day?'

'It was fine. I think I'm gonna go to bed now, Tom. Goodnight.' She closed the diary before he could reply, and fell asleep quickly.

When she opened her eyes, she found a large pair of grey eyes staring back. She jumped back, and Luna smiled. 'You've got a feather in your hair, is it to ward off jacklayers? That doesn't work, you know. They've built up an immunity to feathers."

"Er-yeah." Ginny said, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it Luna?" She was so tired, it felt as if she'd barely slept an hour.

"It's twelve forty-three." Luna said "You've been asleep all day."

"What?" Ginny gimped up. "Oh no, I've missed class, I'm going to be in so much trouble!" She ran to the bathroom and began brushing her hair. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?"

"You do remember it's Saturday, don't you Ginny?" Luna said, holding up a feather.

"Really?" she stared at the blonde girl, and dropped the brush. "I could've sworn it was Thursday. . ." she mumbled to herself.

"What was that?" Luna asked, looking at her again.

"N-nothing." She stammered, looking at one of the many t=feathers that now littered the bathroom floor. "Want to go to lunch?"

"I'd like that."

When the cat was found she couldn't help but feel her stomach drop. Something was wrong. It felt familiar, but she knew that was impossible. Yes she'd seem Mrs. Norris patrolling the halls, but she'd never even pet her before. The cat's eyes stared lifelessly at the floor and she felt her hands shake.

People immediately started to blame Harry Potter, and she felt bad for him 'I know he didn't do it Tom. Harry's brave, and kind. He wouldn't kill a cat!'

'Petrified, not killed.' Tom wrote.

'What? How'd you know it was petrified?' She asked. She couldn't recall telling him the actual situation.

'You told me earlier. Anyways, continue on about this Potter fellow. Who is he?'

'Oh he's great Tom. He defeated You-Know-Who when he was just a baby! He's the only wizard known to survive the killing curse. And he's got lovely green eyes, and dark messy hair. He just wouldn't do this!'

'It sounds as if you're quite enamored with him. Who's You-Know-Who?' Ginny looked at the words and realized. He'd probably never even heard of the dark lord, how could she expect him to know who You-Know-Who was?

'We're not supposed to say his name but, it was Voldemort. He was very powerful, but Harry was stronger. When You-Know-Who sent the killing curse at him, it hit him in the forehead and killed the Dark Lord instead. Harry lives with mean muggles, my brothers had to rescue him this year. They'd locked him in a room and put bars on the window!' She paused, and flexed her fingers. 'He's an orphan, his parents died the night You-Know-Who tried to kill him. Harry's a good wizard, and I just know he wouldn't do this.'

The diary was quite, and Ginny almost closed it before Tom began to write back. 'He defeated a Dark Lord as a baby? That takes. . . considerable power. Are you sure he didn't petrify the cat? It sounds like he could've. . .' Ginny shut the diary with a huff.

Harry would not do this, Ginny knew it. He was too kind to hurt an innocent animal. Animals. Her thoughts drifted back to that afternoon she'd woken up covered in feathers. What happened? She'd never found out where the feathers had come from. She shook her head as she got ready for bed. It was probably a prank Fred and George had pulled on her.

Her thoughts didn't even wander to the chamber as she fell asleep. Her eyes were already closed when the black diary flipped open of it's own accord.

AN: To the reviewer who commented about the title, I had realized my mistake after I'd already published. I am very new to ff.n and have no clue on how to fix it. This is going to be the last short chapter, after this they'll probably be at least double the length they are now. Please review.