The Last Straw

'Well, that was a bit stupid of you,' said Ginny angrily, 'seeing as you don't know anyone by me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.'

Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him.

Then he wheeled around.

'I forgot,' he said.

'Lucky you,' said Ginny coolly.

That was the last straw; I could handle him not taking a great interest in me, but this. He's so self-absorbed with himself, being such a tragic hero figure. He just doesn't realize that we've been through a lot as well. He thinks that he's being possessed and that he's the only one in the world, and no one else knows what it's like. What does he think I went through in my first year here, didn't I get possessed by a magical memory of You-Know-Who, though a memory, still as omnipotent. Wasn't I forced to do unmentionable things? Almost killing so many students, and actually killing animals with my bare hands? I still bear the scars, though they don't show on my skin, they are there, deeply imprinted into my mind.

I remember the first time I wrote into that diary, and how astonished I was when it replied. The words that flowed out of that book showed a witty, charming, boy and above all a boy who took an interest in me. Tom. With as many brothers as I had, they were either too busy or just didn't care about really knowing me. What I liked, what I hated. Tom had all the time in the world, supposedly. He was so patient and caring, I was so young and naïve and had no chance to see past his façade. Then things started happening, I couldn't remember where I was when the attacks occurred. Things started appearing on my clothes, like the rooster feathers. I was so frightened, as I was smart enough to put the pieces of the puzzle together. I wasn't quick enough to realize the cause of my actions, and stupidly kept on coming back to Tom. "Dear Tom, I think I'm losing my memory. There are rooster feathers all over my robes and I don't know how they got there. Dear Tom, I can't remember what I did on the night of Hallowe'en, but a cat was attacked and I've got paint all down my front. Dear Tom, Percy keeps telling me I'm pale and I'm not myself. I think he suspects me†There was another attack today and I don't know where I was. Tom, what am I going to do? I think I'm going mad †I think I'm the one attacking everyone, Tom!" Tom eased my fears, but he was the reason I had them all along. It took me much too long to realise you were behind it, but when I did I tried to rid myself of you.I threw the diary away, like the piece of garbage it was. Then Harry found it and I panicked, I couldn't let him of all people find out it was me. Then Tom showed his true power as a result of part of my soul being poured into the diary. He took complete control of me. I tried with all my heart and mind to keep from doing Tom's bidding, but to no avail. That's what true possession is, when you've tried to fight it with every fibre of your being, and still can't break free. It broke me; I remember crying while Tom made me write my own death on the wall, and as I went down into the heart of Hogwarts, into the Chamber of Secrets. I thought that I wouldn't survive, but Harry saved so now I'm still hear to live another day. I owe him my life, like many others have, but in being a hero, he's distanced himself from other people. He hasn't realised that he's not alone in his struggle. Life is so unfair to him, his life so tragic, but there are many people who have had to live through tragic moments like him, though not as many. He isn't the only one in the fight, he's not alone.