Summary: Once upon a time, there was an innocent little girl. That girl is dead. In her stead, they have me. A broken, then reformed, then shattered version of her. A version that has loved, and lost. An empty shell, that was filled with new ideas, and new life.

Author: slytherinslut13
Author's Note: I'm trying out a new style of writing, where instead of quotation marks, there are dashes at the beginning of the dialouge. It's in the french versions of Harry POtter, and seemed like a challenge. This was written for the darker side of me.


It was dark. At first, that was all that registered in her brain. Dark, dank, and wet, too. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw a face. A face that she fell in love with. It was not, as many believed, green eyed with messy black hair. It was pale, smooth, with brown hair and eyes. It was the face of Tom Marvolo Riddle, not Harry Potter that she fell in love with. But how- when- did Ginevra Weasley fall in love with the Dark Lord?

Let us travel back a few years, to when Sirius black was still in Azkaban. Back to when that innocent little girl was still alive.


- Ginevra! Her mother yelled. The red head, lounging on her bed, grimaced. How she hated that name!

- What is it, mum? She called back as she started down the stairs.

- We're going to Diagon Alley! Hurry up! There was a touch of impatience in her mother's voice, and Ginny quickened her pace. She had been waiting for this day since… forever.

Most of the trip passed without incident, unless you count Harry getting lost in the Floo. But as Hagrid and Hermione found him, it was all right. However, the real trouble came at the bookstore, of all places. Admittedly, her father shouldn't have lost his temper, but Malfoy really was asking for it, and it was funny to see Draco's face. Ginny still couldn't believe that she had stood up to the blond boy for Harry. It was the first words she had said in front of Harry since that jumper incident.

Why didn't Ginny tell anybody about the diary? Maybe she thought that they already knew. But what is more likely is that she wanted- no, needed- a friend. And that is exactly what she got in her little black book. A diary that talked back to her? The Wizarding world was truly marvelous. Tom, as the diary called itself, not only listened to her, but also gave advice, like Bill used to before he left. Tom understood, unlike everyone else. Tom was the best friend that the young girl had ever had.


All too soon, though, the girl began forgetting things. Not little things, like a potions essay, but huge periods of time that were blanks in her mind. She would seemingly awaken in Moaning Myrtles bathroom, covered in blood and feathers. It was only after the second petrifying that she began to grow suspicious of her black, leather-bound friend. Still, even after she had flushed Tom down the toilet, she missed her friend. But she had already gotten rid of him, rid of him forever.

Therefore, it came as a surprise when she saw Tom tumbling out of Harry Potters bag. She had to get Tom, no matter what it cost. What if Tom told Harry about what she had written in there? With that thought in mind, she ransacked Harry's trunk, breathing a sigh of relief when she finally found Tom.

- I'm so sorry Tom! She wrote. Tom's answer seemed cool, almost annoyed or conniving.

- How will you make it up to me? He asked in response to her pleas. How will you prove to me that we're still friends?

- I'll do anything, Tom! The distraught girl wept.

- Anything?

- Anything. Ginny barely paused before responding.


And life went on. Mudbloods, the polluters of the Wizarding world, as Ginny thought of them, continued getting petrified. Ginny feared that it was her doing these things, her almost killing those people! But Tom assured her that all was well, and that it was probably just the stress of the upcoming tests getting to her, causing her to panic.

Then came the day of her dreams.

- Would you like to meet me Ginevra? It was only okay when tom called her that- nobody else, though.

- Of course I would, Tom! She responded instantly.

- Then come to Moaning Myrtles bathroom with the diary.

Of course she went. How could she resist meeting her first friend for the first time? A friend that, she believed, she might have a crush on- not that she told him that, of course.

When she got there, there was a pale, almost translucent boy there. He was cute, Ginny decided immediately, wearing robes tailored to fit him, defining his muscles, and his face was clean. But it was his eyes. His eyes that captured the young girl. They were gazing at her in such happiness, such acceptance, and lust. Above all other emotions, there was lust. It scared her… and thrilled her at the same time. Later, she would say that all that she could remember was going into the bathroom, the sink opening. But Ginny could remember the all of it, until the point where soft slumber took her. She remembered the slide, the kiss, and the sex… oh, Merlin, the sex.

-I will not leave you, my Ginevra. He said, cradling her to him after the act.

She was such a fool for believing him. When Harry took her out of the Chamber, she was not crying from relief, as she led everyone to believe, but from heartbreak, pure heartbreak.


That summer her parents decided that it would be best for her to have her memories of the entire incident blocked. The Obliviator told the as she was leaving that the block would hold until unless a dementor was near. But, she had laughed, what were the odds of that?

Not two months later, a dementor entered Ginny's compartment. The block shattered as the dementor sucked the air in, flooding the twelve- year- old with memories. Memories that she didn't particularly want re-blocked.

Her second year went quickly, with Remus Lupin becoming the new favorite teacher at the school. He seemed to sense Tom on her, for he both tried to avoid her, but was also drawn towards her. Once Ginny told him that she knew that he was a werewolf, he began to trust her a bit more, and they enjoyed several talks over tea about whatever popped into their heads.


Her third year. The Triwizard Tournament. Unlike most of the school, it held very little appeal to her, save the Yule Ball. Neville looked enough like Tom that, if she closed her eyes, she could pretend that she was back in Tom's arms.

And then, the third task was upon them. Ginny knew as soon as she woke up that something was going to happen. Something big. She watched in silence as Harry, Cedric, Krum, and finally Fleur walked into the maze, their backs stiff with anticipation. Then, silence.

-Ginny, what are you doing to your arm? Hermione asked her after almost an hour. Do you have ink on it or something?

Ginny looked down. She had rubbed her forearm raw.

-Yeah, I was just trying to get it off. She lied.

Now comes a time when two things that are linked occur at the same exact time. While Severus Snape grabbed his left forearm in pain (incidentally, Ginny had been rubbing her own left forearm), Ginny doubled over in something that might possibly be described as pain, stemming from glee. An oxymoron, I know, but the only way I can think to describe, She began to cackle loudly, causing everyone in the vicinity to look at her in alarm.

-Severus, get her a Calming Draught. She heard the Headmaster order over her mother's frantic exclamations.

Snape literally dragged her over the lawn and down the stairs into his office. Her manic laughter continued, spreading through the air like the plague.

A hand that smelled of cinnamon shoved her into a chair, then gave her a cup of tea, presumably with a Calming Draught, as per Dumbledore's orders.

-You really are his servant, aren't you? She asked, her voice slightly higher and colder than normal after she had taken a few sips of tea. Severus looked up quickly at her, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Dumbledore's, I mean.

She felt him probing her mind, getting closer and closer to her memories of Tom.

-No. She said, standing, forcing him out of her mind. You think you can look through my mind- MY mind, without consequences? He is already angry, Severus. Do not make him even more so.

It was at that moment, when Snape's terrified eyes looked up at her in all her glory, that her brain processed what had happened. Tom was back. And he wanted her back at his side.


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