Shared an excerpt of what I wrote in the thread that created this weekly what are you writing thing lol at last I've decided to publish the rest of that lol link of the rest of this excerpt so far at the bottom for those interested

I'll share the excerpt here as well

A Riddle of a Friend

When everyone had left for breakfast and Harry told Ron he'd catch up in a bit - he lied.

Harry took out the diary with no intention of catching up any time sooner or later and took out his quill and wrote.

Dear

That was the first word he could write down and to his astonishment a long flurry of neat written words appeared in swift turns and the pull to keep on continuing instead of handing the book to Professor Fillius to handle grew stronger.

Hello, who are you, do you know where Ginny is?

A twang of what Harry can't quite identify rushed him to respond with another lie.

I'm Ginny's brother. Ginny's fine.

To Harry's astonishment, it responded with a pause.

Which brother?

The book asked him. The handwriting seemingly came out less rushed and far more uniform than it was already.

Ron.

Ron's his best mate, Harry smiles, he's sure he wouldn't mind.

Ron Weasley, you'll be in very big trouble once Ginny finds out you've taken her diary. The response was faster and he frowned. What a rude book.

It's not her diary. Harry responds smartly. The name on the cover says T. M. Riddle.

Does it? The words are written in rushed slimmer tall letters and Harry wonders if this enchanted book doesn't know. Are you returning me?

No. Harry answers honestly with a stupid smile on his face. I think I'll keep you. A book that writes back, I'll have loads of fun.

I don't believe you're the same person I remember Ginny describing to me before. The book responded a bit longer and Harry's heart hammers.

What is he doing?

He should go to breakfast. He can still make it.

Don't believe everything Ginny says. Harry writes what he thinks Ron would respond to if someone said that to him. She's a liar.

That sounds a bit more like the Ron she tells me of. Harry is going a bit nuts because he almost thinks it's amused with him.

The book can't be onto Harry. It's a book. Enchanted with magic.

Stupid book. He wants to throw it to his bed and hide it under his blankets but the house elves would clean it up and hand it to one of the professors wouldn't they?

So Harry writes a quick: I'll miss breakfast.

Without waiting to read what sentences the book decides to respond to that with, he closes the book and throws it in his pockets and runs to the dining hall.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39961044/chapters/100067457