I stared at the door in front of me; it was the classroom for Defense. Slowly, I knocked and walked into the room when a voice said 'Enter'.

"Hello, are you Professor Merrythought?" I asked the woman standing at the front of the class. I could feel the students staring at me, but I kept my gaze straightforward.

"Yes, and who are you?" Merrythought asked in annoyed voice.

"My name is Ginerva Prince," I recited. "I'm transferring into your class."

"Prince," she said contemplatively. Merrythought turned away from me, "find a seat." I took my first glance around the room and found an empty seat in the third row next to a boy with bright red hair. Without another look towards me, the professor continued on with her lecture.

"Hiya, my name's Lewis." The red-headed boy whispered.

"Ginerva, but I prefer Ginny." I replied thinking Ginerva didn't fit as well as Ginny.

"Are you in Gryffindor?" Lewis asked quietly. I nodded, "Me too!" He exclaimed glared at the both of us, "Sorry," Lewis muttered.

When Defense ended, Lewis offered to walk me to my next class. "There are secret passages all over Hogwarts," he told me excitedly.

"Ginny!" Sam called walking up to my new friend and me. "Did you get in trouble with the Headmaster?"

"Um…" I didn't think she would believe me if I said he just let me go without a punishment, "I got detention."

"You got detention on your first day?" Lewis asked staring at me in awe.

"Yeah, I kind of hexed Richardson."

"Way to go," an unknown voice said coming up behind me. "I've wanted to do that since fifth year."

"That's just because she said no when you asked her out." Lewis replied.

"Hi, Harry." Sam nearly fainted.

"Harry?" I questioned turning around. The boy named Harry looked exactly like the Harry I knew, well was suppose to know. He stood at about 5ft10in, and his black hair stood up in all directions and I couldn't help, but notice that it was the exact opposite of Tom's. The main difference between the Harry that stood in front of me and the one I had left behind was their eye color. My new acquaintance's eyes were bright blue instead of green.

"That's my name: Harry Potter." He said with a cocky air. "And your name is?"

"Hi," Sam said again.

"Her name's Ginny, mate," Lewis said for me. "She's in Gryffindor."

"Hi," that seemed to be all Sam could say.

"Neato," He said happy to meet a new person. "Hello, Sami."

"Hi," Sam was beginning to sound like a broken record.

"We're here!" Lewis announced shuffling me into the Transfiguration.

Sam sat next to me at one of the two-seater desks. Lewis and Harry sat at the desk next to ours. Professor Dumbledore strode into the room and stopped to look at me. With laughing eyes, he said, "Ah, you must be the new student I heard about from Professor Merrythought. According to her, you're absolutely charming." I heard the two boys to my left snort at the thought of Merrythought thinking anyone was 'charming'. Dumbledore looked at them and raised an eyebrow. Lewis and Harry gave him innocent looks. He turned away the mischievous look still in his eyes. "Miss Prince, I look forward to teaching you."

"Awesome, I love Transfiguration." I replied startled that I actually really liked Transfiguration. I never knew that.

During the entire class, Sam stared off into space while we had a practical lesson. At first, her expression was extremely melancholy. Next, Sam's eyes furrowed in concentration and determination. With about five minutes left of class, I heard a small exclamation coming from the seat next to me. I looked at her, silently asking what had happened. "I'll tell you after class."

We had break after Transfiguration, so Sam dragged me to the library. We sat at a table next to the Restricted Section.

"Spill," was all I said.

"I fancy Harry," Sam said stating the obvious. "I have ever since I met him first year." Seven years? That's along time to hold onto a crush."I can't stand how all he's ever said to me is hello." I started to interrupt her to tell her that was all she ever said to him, but she interrupted me. "I know I'm not the most talkative person when he's around," I shrugged, "But, I've decided to give up on him. I'm tired of getting hurt every time he has a new girlfriend. I'm moving on" She said with great conviction. "I should, shouldn't I?"

"It's your decision."

She nodded, "Thanks for listening."

"You're welcome." I saw Tom leaving the Restricted Area. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Sure, I'll save you a seat at lunch."

I followed Tom out of the library, "Tom?" He didn't turn around, or even show a sign that he had heard me. "Tom!" I called jogging to catch up with him. I grabbed his shoulder. "Why didn't you stop?"

He looked down at me with lifeless eyes and said nothing.

I pulled out the diary and opened it to a page in the middle. I had felt it call to me. The diary, and Tom, are my best friends. Tom and I are connected.

'Ginny?' Tom's neat scrawl appeared on the page.

'Yes, Tom.'

'I want to show you something." The words appeared alluringly.

'Okay.'

'Follow me.'

The world around me span, faded and new scenery took its place. I was in a Hogwarts corridor that I recognized as being on the third floor. Ahead of me was the other dark-haired boy I dreamed about besides Harry, Tom. I ran to catch up as he turned a corner. He was standing outside the Trophy Room. Tom stopped and pinned his Head Boy badge to his cloak. He walked into the room.

A first year boy was polishing a plaque inside.

"Mr. Scott, your detention is over. I suggest next time you don't uses spells in the hallway." Tom told him diplomatically.

"Yes, sir," The boy replied dutifully. "Um, sir, can I ask you a question?"

Tom looked slightly impatient, but nodded for the first year to continue.

"What did you do to get the Special Services to Hogwarts award?" He asked pointing to a gold shield.

"I saved the school." Tom said shortly.

"From what?" The boy asked curiously.

"Nothing," He replied. "It's almost curfew. You should head back to your dorm."

I walked over to the shelf the boy had been pointing at and stared at the award. The shield escaped my view as the real world tumbled back in front of me.

'Tom,' I wrote questioningly.

'Yes, Ginny?' The diary replied.

'What did you save the school from?'

'A monster that murdered a girl during my fifth year,' the words appeared highlighting the word murdered.

I shuttered, 'That was extremely brave of you.'

'I did what needed to be done.'

'That's why…'

"You're my best friend," I said aloud to the boy in front of me as I pulled out of the memory.

His eyes flickered darkly for a second and then he walked away.