The Secret of Tom Riddle's Diary

Chapter Two The Promise Kept

Harry lay sore from a nearly senseless beating in his bed on the second floor of Number 4 Privet Drive. But he didn't moan or complain or yell when Uncle Vernon had beat him for not doing his chores or moving. He didn't care about anything. There was nothing that Vernon Dursley, or Aunt Petunia or even Dudley could do to him anymore. He simply didn't care.

He had been unconscious for a few hours since the beatings in the head, but now at about 1am – if the clock was to be believed, he was awake and haunted once again. He didn't know or care what he was going to do next. He lay there for several long quiet minutes.

But then, absently as he had the last few days, he patted his clothes. But now he found that the pressure of something was gone. The diary – it was missing!

This forced his head to fly up out of the bed. It was irrational. He needed the diary – he did not know why. He moved quietly out of bed and went to the door – it was unlocked.

Harry crept down the stairs and walked to the cupboard at the bottom of the stairs. He was shocked that there were no locks yet on that door. Vernon Dursley probably felt that he wouldn't be able to move to get in there yet.

Harry slipped in and fell to his knees when he found the diary. He didn't feel better, but he felt that it was right to have the diary in his hands. He opened it up and saw the words he had written inside. Suddenly, words appeared underneath it.

"Do you think I tricked you?" the words said.

Harry walked outside of the room with the diary and into the kitchen. He fiddled around quietly until he found a fountain pen. Then, he wrote into the diary.

"Yes!"

He wanted to add other things, but didn't have the energy from the lack of food and sleep.

"I might have tricked you, but I didn't lie."

Harry scratched his forehead at those words.

"I don't understand," he finally wrote in turn. "Can you bring her back?"

"Not exactly –" was the reply.

"What is the point then?" Harry replied. "What do you mean then?"

"Well, what I can do is this –"

At first nothing happened, then suddenly the pages turned all on their own. Harry held onto the diary frightened but unable to let go. An empty page in the middle was there, but suddenly in red flowing letters words appeared – a name

Victoria Jane Avery

Harry looked at the words – said them out loud. Then, suddenly he falls backward – soundlessly as something over takes him. Warmth starts in his hips and moves up and down his body. The feeling burns intensely, then he is about to scream from pain, but blacks out instead.

A few minutes later, he wakes up to hair over his head.

"What the –" he starts to say, but realizes that his voice is higher pitched. He stands up, still holding the diary and rushes out of the room. He goes into the living room where a mirror is placed. A squeal escapes her lips – luckily not too loudly.

He – or rather she saw a blurry shape. So, she pulled off the glasses and stared in wonder at what was presented. It wasn't lost on her – he could see. He, no it really was she had Ginny's red hair, but not quite. The skin was paler. In wonder and fear she stroked the hair in her fingers. The only thing that he recognized was the green eyes.

She felt the diary burning in her hand, so slowly she opened it up.

"You got Ginny back –"

She looked down at the diary.