I 'stand' in this pitch blackness clutching my head in headache - or so I think as I can't even see my body, cannot feel a thing as if I do not exist. I try to focus on how exactly I ended up in this situation…
I died. I do not exactly remember how that happened and a lot of other things in my life - especially names and faces of people I am supposed to know, my friends, my family - it's all a blur. Clearest memory I have is a meeting with a god of sorts - for some reason I was given a chance to reincarnate or transmigrate to another world, based on my interest I did remember, I chose Harry Potter.
Unfortunately my choices ended there - I did get to spin some weird wheel of wizards to reincarnate into. Onto it were a lot of names - Harry Potter, Sirius Black, heck even Albus Dumbledore. Some entries had more information and duplicates - I noticed one Harry Potter entry said 0 years old, another 11 years old - which was probably better as it skipped 10 years of abuse… and then another for each year until Harry was 18. I guess all major story points had some entries.
There was no use thinking about it so I just spun the wheel. Not sure what my luck was as I almost landed on the famous headmaster Albus at 11 - it would be better than being his old men version, but still his life was very hard to live - I knew nothing about most of it and I would need to become one of greatest wizards of all time, beat Grindelwald, fight 2 wars - or maybe more, heck that fellow was very old in the books.
The needle stopped right past Albus on some obscure entry I could not read fully - it just had so many things crammed in and written on top of each other, plus with the wheel still spinning slowly making the text blurry. What I did pick up just increased the confusion - things like N/A years old and shard #1 - what do they even mean? Are no years an indicator of not being born? What is a shard? As my vision blurred to darkness I assumed reincarnation began.
And that's it - now my vision is black, I do not feel my body, heck I do not know if I have a body. I just stayed in darkness waiting for my memory packet from the original host. I waited while slowly counting numbers. I reached 3600 and noticed as a whole hour has passed, maybe I won't get any memory packets… which kind of made sense as this 'thing' I reincarnated as did have N/A for age… Maybe I was not born? Somehow I got sleepy and shutted off my mind as if in sleep…
I am not sure how much time passed, but I woke up with a pain - as if someone dropped me onto some round metal thing and then down on some pile of… boxes?
I briefly heard some people shouting but nearly instantly the pain faded away, same with the voices. And I was back in darkness. This time not too much time passed as I did not drift to sleep just yet, and something changed.
Some letters appeared on the 'sky'. I say sky, but its just above - I cannot see anything in there, cannot feel a thing, but it felt like looking up hence I called it 'sky' - seems better than ceiling.
*Ginny Weasle's notebook*
If I had eyes they would have snapped open so much to threaten my eyeballs falling out. Now I had an idea of what I was and I did not like it. As I mused in silence the words above disappeared.
*Why did the words disappear?*
It must be confusing for her, but still chatting would be an improvement to this darkness, but how exactly do I reply? Hello? HELLO? Nothing must have happened as no more words appeared and I stayed there in silence. Fear gripped me - what if the girl got scared and hid this book for me to never see the light of day again? How do I reply? Hmm what if I needed to write as well?
Just as the thought left my mind I somehow felt my hand - I also felt myself gripping a feather of sorts. 'Sigh, well it's better than nothing, though I would prefer a ballpoint pen or something…' - Just as the thought appeared, the feather was replaced with a pen. ' Interesting. What If I try writing?' I used familiar motions to write a simple greeting'
*Hello?*
The words were somehow blue, not like the black ones Ginny wrote - perhaps it's because I imagined a blue ballpoint pen. I waited and waited, but the words simply faded. I waited some more, but there was no reply for a while. Just as I lost hope some black words appeared on the 'sky' again.
*Ginny Weasle notebook*
What is this deja-vu? I thought I would say hello now, but paused when I saw she was still writing.
*Note to self: always check your school supplies before using them - as your idiot brothers could replace your ink with a disappearing variety again*
I chuckled as I wrote my greeting.
*Hello? It's nice to meet you, I was tired of boredom being so alone in there*
There was a short pause - yeah that probably scared her a bit, but being a curious 11 years old kid, she will probably reply.
*Hello? Fred, George, is this another prank of yours?*
I chuckled again - yes those 2 could potentially do this, all those pranks must take no less brilliance than Hermione to pull off successfully.
*I suppose those are the stupid brothers you mentioned above and no I am just a book - a memory from the past*
*Well I suppose the style of speaking is different…. Also they rarely try out new pranks on me - it's usually on Ron. Though if it's not them, who are you?*
*It is sad to say, but I have no idea why I am stuck in a book, as for my name, I unfortunately no longer remember it. You could just call me Tom or something?*
*Ah, it's nice to meet you Tom, my name is Ginny, I never had a pen pal, I`m so excited to finally be able to go to Hogwarts this year*
* ^_^ it's nice to meet you Ginny, and yes I heard hogwarts is a wonderful place*
Suddenly I could not only see the block of text in the sky, but also hear a girl's laughter - a screen also appeared in the 'sky' with a blurry image of a book of sorts and a girl with red hair writing something.
*Is that a smile? It's so weird to be talking to a book of all things… How old are you?"
*This… I do not know. I have been reading a book for quite some time now. You could say I am muggleborn - I can tell you about muggle lives and you can share what it is living with 'stupid' brothers*
Another giggle followed and our chatting continued for a while, until the girl was shoved off to sleep - she still wrote to me while it was bright enough outside, but eventually succumbed to sleep, with a happy smile on her face.
I was happy as well, anything was better than being stuck in darkness with nothing to do, though now everything is getting complicated… As I took over a fragment of that snake-face bastard I am not sure how exactly he can be beaten. I am no martyr, so I have no desire for suicide, but I do not want to just stay as book while Voldy kills everyone in his stupid war. And yes, you might say he only kills muggleborns and half-bloods - but who says he won't focus on muggles next? 'To prevent more muggleborns from rising' or some bullshit reason like that? After that it's only a matter of time till he kills all of his followers for random reasons or for few pureblood remaining ones to die of inbreeding causes… " Then the world would be a dark lord and some random beasts? Though he would probably kill them too - it's not like they would have anything else to prey on….
A memory somehow reemerged from my mind - the god was explaining reincarnation - "your soul will replace the one within the entity you transmigrate into, there won't be a trace of it left, in most cases you will also have access to memories - as they are also stored in neuron connections, not only the soul". Somehow I felt that this meant I could live on and snake-face could kick the bucket. As apparently now I was his horcrux, but without his soul piece - but whole of mine - at least I hoped it was whole..
This memory brought even more headache - as being against Voldemort was annoying - if he checked up on diary he would know something went wrong and get rid of me… If I went to Dumbledore he would just destroy me as I am in fact a 'dark' artefact. Also the possession thing is problematic, I can already see quite well what Ginny sees and hears around her - it won't be long till that happens, and I am sad to see this girl pass. But thinking about it, there's not much choice - temporarily controlling her to pass diary to some random bloke I do not care about - say Crabby, would not be good as Ginny would go to search for her 'friend' book and the victim of the notebook would not necessarily write in it. And unfortunately, the ones I do not care about are death eater kids, so their parents could discover the possession… Or Ginny could bring attention to it in the search… I will try to research any way to not kill her off, but let's just see how it goes, now I am kind of sleepy.
Just as the thought appeared in my mind, my mindscape? Bookscape? Whatever, shifted and a bed appeared. I felt happy and went to sleep. Now I not only had a hand, but the whole body of young Riddle, about 16 years old give or take? Damn that madman killed poor Myrtle in cold blood while in fifth year… psycho. Anyways my body was still very transparent - even more than a ghost, but I was happy with the improvements in life so to say and drifted off to sleep.