The Diary: Chapter One
Harry's stomach churned in horror as the familiar handwriting appeared over the page in response to his own. He tried to throw the diary away from him, but his fingers wouldn't move. Tears welling up, shaking in anger, his own writing scrawled messily over the page, fury evident in the shaky and harsh letters.
Why aren't you dead? What will it take?
There was a small hesitation, and when Tom began writing, he didn't answer Harry's question. I didn't think I'd hear from you again. Couldn't stay away, Harry?
Tears dripped onto the page, and Harry cursed, trying to tear the page, hands shaking with anger. I hate you! Why can't you just die? You killed my parents, and no matter what happens, you keep coming back from the grave to haunt me!
I didn't kill your parents, Harry.
Of course you did!
In the future, maybe. There was a slight pause. I'm only sixteen, remember? A fragment. I'm not the one who did that to you.
It doesn't matter - you