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*** Since her first year, Ginny Weasley has been dreaming. Black dreams- about the boy who destroyed her, Tom Riddle. She needs someone to pull her out of this cesspool of evil nightmares. And the only one to do it is the most unlikely person imaginable. *** Chapter 1- Ginny
She was walking along a corridor. A black corridor from years ago. She was scared, but his hand was always there to guide her. Such a steady hand. An evil hand- she was as much afraid of it as she wanted to reach out and touch it. And she wanted to, so much. Surely she'd grown out of it by now...? But then she saw his face, such a beautiful face. Haunted, strange and deadly. And as he put his arms around her she felt a chill- of excitement, maybe- but mostly from her terror. He was still stalking her, even after all this time. Why did he still want her? She didn't want him, not now she knew who he really was. Not a schoolboy, but a terrorist. Not human, but beyond human grasp. Not Tom Riddle, but Voldemort.
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Ginny Weasley woke with a start and looked around her. Still dark. She glanced at her Muggle watch on her chest of drawers: just after 3 a.m. An icy shiver ran through her as she thought of her dream. Nightmare, more like, she thought to herself. She'd been having these visions on and off since her escape from the Chamber of Secrets and Voldemort in her first year at Hogwarts. But recently they'd gotten worse; every night she was plagued with dreams of herself and Tom Riddle together. And she'd thought she'd got over him. Obviously not. If she'd asked, she thought, they'd tell her that some of her soul that she'd been spoon-feeding to the Dark Lord through his school diary hadn't returned and she was still connected with him. She knew that that was the answer. But Ginny Weasley had too much pride. She'd never confide in anyone- it would be the death of her.
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Ginny Monologue
I barely remember my time in the Chamber. By that time, so much of my life had left me that I could barely live. I was just a shadow of evil carrying out Voldemort's tasks around school. If anyone had died, I could never have forgiven myself. I told Ron once that I wished I'd died in the Chamber. I'd done so much evil in the world; my life wasn't really worth living anymore. I remember him being really shocked and he told me off: 'Now Ginny don't be like that! You know no one blames you. Besides, if you hadn't come out of the Chamber nobody would've known about Voldemort, the Chamber and Lucius Malfoy having Voldemort's school things.' I think he's still gloating about that. Poor Draco. Actually I really think it's the right time for there to be an alliance between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins with the war with You-Know-Who and all. Or are they all as evil as they seem?
*** Since her first year, Ginny Weasley has been dreaming. Black dreams- about the boy who destroyed her, Tom Riddle. She needs someone to pull her out of this cesspool of evil nightmares. And the only one to do it is the most unlikely person imaginable. *** Chapter 1- Ginny
She was walking along a corridor. A black corridor from years ago. She was scared, but his hand was always there to guide her. Such a steady hand. An evil hand- she was as much afraid of it as she wanted to reach out and touch it. And she wanted to, so much. Surely she'd grown out of it by now...? But then she saw his face, such a beautiful face. Haunted, strange and deadly. And as he put his arms around her she felt a chill- of excitement, maybe- but mostly from her terror. He was still stalking her, even after all this time. Why did he still want her? She didn't want him, not now she knew who he really was. Not a schoolboy, but a terrorist. Not human, but beyond human grasp. Not Tom Riddle, but Voldemort.
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Ginny Weasley woke with a start and looked around her. Still dark. She glanced at her Muggle watch on her chest of drawers: just after 3 a.m. An icy shiver ran through her as she thought of her dream. Nightmare, more like, she thought to herself. She'd been having these visions on and off since her escape from the Chamber of Secrets and Voldemort in her first year at Hogwarts. But recently they'd gotten worse; every night she was plagued with dreams of herself and Tom Riddle together. And she'd thought she'd got over him. Obviously not. If she'd asked, she thought, they'd tell her that some of her soul that she'd been spoon-feeding to the Dark Lord through his school diary hadn't returned and she was still connected with him. She knew that that was the answer. But Ginny Weasley had too much pride. She'd never confide in anyone- it would be the death of her.
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Ginny Monologue
I barely remember my time in the Chamber. By that time, so much of my life had left me that I could barely live. I was just a shadow of evil carrying out Voldemort's tasks around school. If anyone had died, I could never have forgiven myself. I told Ron once that I wished I'd died in the Chamber. I'd done so much evil in the world; my life wasn't really worth living anymore. I remember him being really shocked and he told me off: 'Now Ginny don't be like that! You know no one blames you. Besides, if you hadn't come out of the Chamber nobody would've known about Voldemort, the Chamber and Lucius Malfoy having Voldemort's school things.' I think he's still gloating about that. Poor Draco. Actually I really think it's the right time for there to be an alliance between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins with the war with You-Know-Who and all. Or are they all as evil as they seem?