Author: I Am The Bunny Slayer
Archive: Wherever.
Rating: PG-13, but I wish I could find some reason to make it R, cause it's really too... weird for younger readers.
Character(s): Ginny Weasley
Pairing: None
Warnings: Slight Insanity. Also kind of blasphemous.
Music: I recommend to be listening to "Björk - Isobel" and "Fiona Apple – Fast as Your Can" while reading this fic.
Something to keep in mind while reading: Ginny is a virgin, And the Wizarding world definitely does not know what artificial insemination is. Also? Tom Riddle died along with the mutilated diary, and Lord Voldemort definitely does not really know or care who Ginny Weasley is.
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My Name In Vain
I laugh gaily as I twirl around the clearing. My new red cloak heavy against my shoulders and my black corset tight and constricting on my body.
I can feel my hair swinging around me. Faster, faster.
Wonderful.
I wish Tom could see me right now, dressed in his gifts, dancing for him. Sparkling in his jewelry. Would he smile at me? Would he dance with me?
Twirl, twirl. Hands in the air now, swinging wide.
Tom. I can feel you. Are you spying on me again? One of those birds is your eyes and ears. I know it. I can feel you watching me through him. The crow.
I'm your red crow.
Will my next gift have a red crow embroidered onto it? That would be lovely, Tom. Another cloak perhaps? A new bag?
Your gifts make me so happy, Tom. And they make the other girls so jealous. They think I don't notice, but I can see how terribly they scowl when I get your morning mail. Vicious cows.
But they can't have your affection , Tom. Only I can. Those girls don't know what it is to be a god. I do.
Those girls. They will grow old and ugly. Then they will die. But you and I? We are beyond them. We are their Gods. They will serve us with love and devotion, and watch us continue to live young and happy. With our child by our side. The will see and know. Understand. Pray to us. Ask us to look kindly on them.
I must stop twirling now. I'm beginning to feel a bit ill. I suppose this is the morning sickness Molly has mentioned before. Though I wouldn't doubt that wretched woman making that up to scare me away from having children. Selfish, horrible woman. Hope her blood doesn't sully my child. Tom would be livid.
No. Tom. He would be fine.
Right Tom? You love our baby boy.
I can feel him. Growing inside of me. Strong and powerful like his mother and father. A mini god. Our Hercules, Tom. With the beauty of Narcissus. All will love and worship him like they do us.
I think… I think I may be sick now.
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Disgusting. A god should not purge such toxins from the body. I'm astonished my body could even produce something so vile.
Help me Tom, cleanse me.
Oh. Oh. Oh. I can feel you in me. In my blood. Coursing through my veins.
Power. Lust. Beauty. Red. So Red. Your eyes. I can see them. So Red.
Our Son will have your eyes. I feel this as surely as I know my hair is red. Blood is red.
So much red.
Red. Red. Everywhere.
Twirl. Twirl.
Power.
Red.
God.
We are the gods.
Immortal.
Oh, Tom, I can feel you in my veins.
I can feel our son growing in my womb.
My two boys. Sharing my power.
We shall give the poor their heaven, and we shall give the meek their earth.
Our names. Our names shall not be used in vain.
The blasphemous shall be hanged.
We are the Supreme Beings.
I twirl and there's so much red. Tom. Tom. Tom.
My Tom.
Twirl. Twirl. Twirl…
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Please give me feedback. I really like this story, but I've never done anything like it before, so I'm kinda insecure about it. I also don't have a beta, so please point out any mistakes you come across it. I triple checked the typed version, and that was after double checking the hand written version, but I'm certain something has to have gotten past me.
