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Ah, look at Voldemort's old diary.
Ah, look at Voldemort's old diary.
Virginia Weasley
Picks up the diary hidden in schoolbooks so old,
Shivers with cold.
Looks out the window,
Writing a Valentine poem and yearning for more.
Love is a chore.
Voldemort's old diary,
It causes so much pain.
Voldemort's old diary,
Where does it keep its brain?
Thomas M. Riddle,
Writing the words of a madman that Ginny obeys.
What does he say?
Watch him posess her,
Painting a message in red on the castle's stone wall,
Messy red scrawl.
Voldemort's old diary,
It causes so much pain.
Voldemort's old diary,
Where does it keep its brain?
Ah, look at Voldemort's old diary.
Ah, look at Voldemort's old diary.
Virginia Weasley,
Lying forgotten in Salazar's terrible lair.
Who brought her there?
Thomas M. Riddle,
Twirling the wand of the hero that came to her aid.
Watch Ginny fade.
Voldemort's old diary,
It causes so much pain.
Voldemort's old diary,
Where does it keep its brain?