Word Count: 283
For Hogwarts Open Day, Divination – Tea Leaves- Third Year
Write about the trio era.
a/n : ugh, clearly, it's been too long.
I forgot, he'd said.
Ginny lays in her bed in Grimmauld Place, drowning in a sea of sheets wrapped tight around her, twisted about her body, evidence of her tossing and turning. It feels like she's eleven again, fighting sleep because she's afraid of what she'll find in the morning. This house certainly isn't Hogwarts, but around every turn there's something to remind her and it kills her that Harry, her mother, everyone forgot.
Just this morning she'd followed a trail of bloody chicken feathers into Buckbeak's room and immediately checked her hands for blood or ink stains or paint, some tell tale sign that she'd, no, Tom had been at it again. But it was just Buckbeak and there were no messages on the wall. Just a tapestry with a few holes in it, spaces where whole lives used to exist.
Ginny wonders if Tom left a hole in her life as well. Something black and sinister, a parasitic growth. He'd almost made it out alive. Perhaps there was a part of her she never got back or maybe it was left behind. She hadn't thought of it before, but something about the way Harry had said, I forgot…
Forgot. Forgot.
Forgot…
Such a terrifying word.
She tosses and turns some more, eyelids drooping, recognizing her defeat as sleep takes hold. It's no use and she knows it. She's racked her brain for hours, but if there's something she's forgotten, she can't remember what it is.
And as she drifts off to dreamland, she imagines she hears Tom's voice, silky and smooth, inviting her to come with him, pleading with her to not forget her old friend.
As if she ever could.