To Answer A Riddle [Tom Riddle Era / Harry Potter]

Entry #13

-50 years later-

The girl was alone in her room, sitting on her bed. All her comrades had gone out to eat breakfast, but she wasn't hungry. A book was open in her lap. A quill in her hand, ink beside her, she wrote away in the diary that was laid out in front of her.

She didn't really know what she was truly doing. To her, the diary had been enchanted by its previous owner, T.M. Riddle, named Tom. She had no idea that the book was in fact a horcrux of the Dark Lord, and that she kept him alive by her writing. So she wrote, for the horcrux was thirsty for ink, feelings, fears... Anything Ginny Weasley was ready to give him.

They left me alone again this morning, She wrote on the white page. As soon as she did so, letters appeared after her sentence.

Your roommates? Asked the diary.

Yeah.

How mean of them. Did they at least say goodbye?

No. They don't care about me.

Huh. I understand that you must be angry.

Not angry. Just tired to be alone and lonely.

I guess that must've been what he felt too...

He? Who?

Oh, I used to slip out sometimes before my friend woke up. He hated when I did that. He was never able to find me, even when he wished that we ate together.

It must be nice to have friends.

Friends? I only had one true friend. I didn't quite care about the others.

How was he? Was he nice?

He was quite nice. Somewhat quiet, but he didn't mind sharing what he really felt. He was extremely powerful in his own way. And most importantly, even if we had some disagreements, he never did betray me.

I wish I had a friend like that. At least I have you!

Indeed. But shouldn't you try to make friends with someone?

How? It's already been two months since school started. I don't want to randomly approach people till one of them comes to like me.

You should try to find someone who is similar to you, personality like. Or someone who'd complete you well.

Is that what you did to find your friend? Did it work?

I did try to find someone like me, and found someone who was similar and completed me well at the same time. I was pretty lucky.

How'd you meet? Did you just go to him and ask him if he wanted to be his friend? Because I'm not doing that.

I was not as simple as that, I'm afraid. I can't exactly explain how it happened.

Why not?

Because it'd be easier to show you.

Ginny was suddenly sucked in the diary. A scene, a vision constructed itself around her. She was in Hogwarts' Great Hall, a long time ago.

A dark-haired boy, which she guessed was Tom watched and listened to the Headmaster at the Slytherin table. He was explaining about the two schools that were coming over to Hogwarts for the Triwizard tournament, Beaux-Bâtons and Durmstrang. The French students were said to be arriving soon.

As he finished his short speech, the doors of the Great Hall's entrance flew open. Students walked in, the teachers in front. Their uniforms were of a pale blue. The girls wore skirts and hats when the boys had long-sleeved shirts and pants.