[Horcrux POV]
I have to go. My mum's calling me.
I'll come back.
Seeing her final message, I chuckled softly. Everything was proceeding exactly as planned.
Ginny Weasley's chances of betraying me were almost nonexistent. I had carefully reinforced the idea that Tom Riddle was her friend and that the diary was a secret shared only between us. Trust, once established, was difficult to break—especially for a child. Each interaction strengthened that bond, making the thought of turning against me feel like a personal betrayal in her mind.
More importantly, the Essence of the Blank ensured that I retained my ability to use magic even in this state. That advantage alone placed me far beyond the original fragment of Riddle. Hogwarts would provide the ideal environment to grow stronger, work toward acquiring a body, and when the opportunity arose, begin sabotaging Potter and his standing among the students.
Several hours passed before I felt the familiar sensation of someone reaching for the diary.
As expected, it was Ginny.
Good morning, Ginerva, I wrote.
There was a brief pause before her reply appeared.
Ginny, she corrected quickly. You can call me Ginny. We're friends, right?
I did not hesitate.
Of course, I replied. You are my only friend, Ginny.
The response came almost instantly.
Then I'll call you Tom… and you can call me Ginny.
I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction before replying.
I'd like that.
She hesitated before writing again.
Tom, can I ask you something?
Go on.
You said you went to Hogwarts, right?
Yes. I was a fifth-year student.
Were you really good at magic?
I ranked first in my year from second year onward, I wrote. I studied far beyond the standard curriculum.
That's amazing… she replied. I'm scared I won't do well. I don't know any spells, and my brothers said there's an entrance test. Ron said we might have to fight a troll.
I corrected her calmly.
There is no troll involved in entering Hogwarts, I assured her. And the school does not endanger its students during admission.
Then what's the test? I don't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone.
Hogwarts has a tradition of not revealing the details of its Sorting Ceremony, I replied.
It's something you should experience yourself.
There was a short pause.
Oh… okay.
However, I continued, if you're worried, I could help you prepare. We could go over your syllabus. I could even teach you a few basic spells.
Her hesitation returned almost immediately.
But we're not allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts. The Ministry has the Trace. We could get expelled.
I dismantled that fear carefully.
The Trace only detects where magic is used, not who uses it, I explained. You live in a fully magical household. Any magic detected would be attributed to your parents. The Ministry would see nothing unusual.
So… they wouldn't know it was me?
No.
Another pause—longer this time.
Then… will you teach me, Tom?
I smiled, unseen.
Of course, Ginny.
With that single question, the outcome was sealed. Ginny Weasley had placed her trust in me completely. All that mattered was patience.
[ Two Days Later ]
While I was teaching Ginny some magic over the last two days, and also increasing the resonance between the horcrux and her, I noticed that her way of casting spells is becoming more and more like Riddle in his younger years. The spark of intent she had and the way she moved her wand, it was all too similar to my casting. Though the patterns were small, they were still recognisable.
Right now I'm currently just listening to Ginny talk about her day absent mindedly while Ginny was talking about going to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour later on and I was once again reminded on how it sucks to not have a body just then Ginny asked tom is it possible for me to meet you?
I was waiting for you to ask this he thought. Yes, you have to point your wand at the diary and channel your magic with the intent to meet me and she followed my instructions and we met each other face to face for the first time.
[Two Days Later — Horcrux POV]
Over the past two days, as I taught Ginny magic and subtly increased the resonance between her and the Horcrux, I began to notice something interesting.
Her casting was changing.
The spark of intent behind her spells, the way she moved her wand—small details, barely noticeable to anyone else. But to me, they were unmistakable. Her patterns were beginning to resemble my own from Riddle's youth. The similarities were still faint, but they were there.
Right now, I was listening to Ginny chatter absentmindedly about her day.
"…and Mum said we might go to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour later," she wrote excitedly.
I felt a flicker of irritation. Not at her—but at the reminder. Sensations I no longer possessed. Taste. Warmth. A body.
A moment later, new words appeared on the page.
"Tom… is it possible for me to meet you?"
I paused.
*I was wondering when you'd ask.*
"Yes," I replied. "Point your wand at the diary. Channel your magic with the intent to meet me."
There was hesitation—then resolve.
"I'm doing it now."
The ink rippled.
And the world shifted.
For the first time since my creation, I stood before her.
[Ginny POV]
Learning magic with Tom had been the most fun I'd ever had.
Spells that felt impossible before came naturally when he explained them. He never made me feel stupid, never rushed me. And he always listened—to everything. Even the boring parts of my day. Sometimes, when he went quiet after I mentioned food, guilt twisted in my chest. Being trapped in a diary for fifty years… it sounded unbearably lonely.
That was why I'd asked.
When the diary pulled me in, the darkness dissolved—and suddenly, he was there.
He looked about sixteen. Tall, pale, and unmistakably handsome. His dark hair fell neatly across his forehead, framing sharp features and piercing, intelligent eyes. He wore the Hogwarts uniform, pristine and perfectly fitted, the green-and-silver tie marking him as a Slytherin.
My face burned.
"It's finally nice to meet you, Ginny," he said, his voice firm yet warm.
"I—y-yes," I stammered. "I'm glad I finally got to meet you too, Tom."
I glanced around.
There was nothing but endless darkness stretching in every direction.
"Tom…" I hesitated. "Did you spend fifty years… here?"
"Yes," he answered quietly.
The word made my chest ache.
"Since I can come into the diary to meet you," I asked carefully, "can you leave it too?"
"I'm afraid not," Tom said. "Not unless I have a willing anchor."
I swallowed.
"So… if I allowed it, you could possess my body?"
"In theory," he replied.
I didn't feel afraid. Only sad.
"Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" I asked softly. "Any place you remember? Or want to see?"
He looked away.
"Hogwarts," he said. "It's the only place I ever truly belonged. I was a Muggle orphan, Ginny."
Anger flared inside me—sharp and sudden. Whoever did this to him… whoever trapped someone so kind and talented like this—I hated them.
After a moment, Tom spoke again.
"There is one place," he said. "Diagon Alley. That's where my journey in the wizarding world began."
My heart lifted.
"Then we'll go," I said quickly. "Tomorrow. We'll go to Diagon Alley."
He looked back at me.
"You'd trust me with that?"
"I do," I said without hesitation. "You can take over if you want. I trust you, Tom."
I smiled, relief and happiness bubbling up inside me.
For the first time, I felt like I'd truly helped my best friend.
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