Disclaimer: only the plot is mine...the rest is JK's blah blah blah...
"Ginevra Molly Weasley! Go to your room!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked, face red. Ginny got up from the table and marched to her room, slamming the door behind her. She had just smart assed her mother again, making the whole family gasp. Ginny lay down on her bed, face in her pillow, sighing.
Why did she suddenly feel rebellious ever since the summer started? Was it because Harry had come to stay? Was it that she was going into her sixth year at Hogwarts? Or was it something else? She didn't know what was wrong with her anymore. She just wasn't up to living.
I don't know who to trust, no surprise
Everyone feels so far away from me
"Ginny?" Ron said, knocking on her door.
"What?" Ginny said, picking up her head.
"Can I come in and talk with you?"
"Maybe later,"
"Alright," He said. Ginny listened for his dieing footsteps before beginning to cry. She felt so empty inside, like she was missing something. She had felt this way since the end of her first year. Like a hollow body with no soul, as though she'd been kissed by a Dementor. But lately it had become obvious. She just wanted someone to confide in.
Tom.
What? Where had that thought come from? Ginny didn't want to use Tom again. He was the one who took away her innocence. Why would she think of Tom?
You can confide in him. He always listened.
Yes, but he hurt me. He tried to kill me and take away my life force. He took away my soul.
You can use him again.
No.
Heavy thoughts sift through dust, and the lies
Ginny didn't want to hurt again. Besides, the diary was destroyed. There's no way she could ever have Tom back again. But oh, how she wanted someone to talk to again. Someone who would really listen.
Tom.
It was decided. Ginny would find a way to bring him back.
"I will." Ginny said determinedly before rolling over and falling asleep, dreaming of when she would have Tom back.
Ginny sat at the table eating breakfast silently while everyone else chatted. She could hear her mother and father talking about her on the other end of the table as if she weren't there.
"I just don't know what's wrong with her. She's never like this."
"Do you really think that something's wrong?"
Trying not to break, but I'm so tired of this deceit
Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet
Ginny got up and washed her dishes, then returned to her room as silently as she had come. She propped up her pillow and sat against it, trying to think up a way to bring back Tom.
"I could get the diary back…somehow...but where is it? Didn't Harry give it to Mr. Malfoy? Hmm…now how the hell would I get it from a Malfoy?" Ginny wondered aloud. "And when I do get it, what do I do? It has a big gaping hole in the middle of it and is poisoned with Basilisk venom. Is there a way to save it?" Ginny pulled out some parchment and begin scribbling ideas when a knock came to the door.
"Yes?"
"Can I come in?" It was Ron.
"Sure," Ginny said, hiding the parchment under her bed. Ron came in and sat down on the edge of her bed, looking uneasy.
"Ginny…what's wrong?" He asked. She sighed.
"I don't know. I just feel so…alone…"
"Oh," Ron said. He stood up. "Well, come talk whenever you need to."
"Thanks," Ginny said. Ron closed the door and she pulled out the parchment once more. She scribbled and scribbled until she devised a perfect plan.
But why am I doing this? Why should I trust him?
Because you want to. You need to.
All I ever think about is this, all the tiring time between
And how trying to put my trust in you just takes so much out of me