I sit comortablly on my bed, staring sadly at my body. Ginny was sitting next to me, and Neville had been visiting periodically throughout the week.
"Out! Out!" Madame Pomfry hisses, "It's late!"
I follow them out of the hospital wing and up to my dorm, where Ginny is writing in a leather book. Oh no! It's Riddle's diary! I try to knock it out of her hands, but my hand goes through it.
I hear a sly laugh.
"Gin?" I whisper. "No. I'm Tom. Your friend Ginerva has found my diary. She'll be fine." All of a sudden, Ginny passes out. FLOP! Onto the bed. She stands, as if in a trance, and walks out of the room. "You're lying!" I yell, tears rolling down my cheeks,"You might have tricked Ginny and Harry, but I know who you are, Voldemort."
"Go back to bed, little girl," he says angrily," You don't know what you are saying."
I feel something push me away and I am back in the Hospital Wing.
It ends tonight.
