A Harry Potter Fan fiction
Evil linked to good
Harry potter's sixth year at Hogwarts
A Harry/Ginny fanfic
Author: Jewels
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own anything to do with Harry Potter and the magical world. The brilliant JK Rowling owns everything. Nor am I making any money off of this fan fiction. I'm writing it entirely for my personal enjoyment. So don't sue! =)
Prologue
The ground was cold. She could slowly feel the energy draining from her fragile and frail body.
Tears were coursing down her pale cheeks as a feeling of betrayal settled onto her chest.
She'd trusted him. She'd trusted Tom with all her secrets.
She'd believed him when he had told her that she was better than everyone.
She'd believed him when he had told her she was special.
She'd even believed him when he had told her that Harry was stupid not to love her.
Ginny Weasley sobbed as all the feelings of treachery, deceit and betrayal weighed down her trusting heart.
Tom Riddle's, in other words Lord Voldemorts, memory was going to kill her. She was going to die and if she did, by some miracle, survive; the scar at the back of her head would be a reminder of how he had used a curse to possess her for the rest of her life.
He bent down in front of her an evil glint in his dark unfeeling eyes.
She hated him. She hated this man with an ardor so strong that her very soul was consumed with hatred.
He'd used her. Used her to open the chamber of secrets and commit horrible crimes.
"Don't look at me like that little Ginny, It won't hurt...much." He said and chuckled evilly, his voice filled with amusement.
He was sick, twisted and deranged. This man was the exact epitome of cruelty.
"Why?" Ginny forced the word out of her throat; the simple task of talking made her feel even weaker.
"Little Ginny, are you that dense? Haven't you figured it out? I'm going to kill you Ginny so I will no longer be a memory. Did you know little Ginny that I will be immortal? I will reign over the wizarding world, no one, not even your precious little Potter, can stop me." Tom said his voice dripping with hate for the boy-who-lived.
Ginny imedieatly felt guilty. She should have told somebody. She should have told Harry and Ron when she'd had the chance.
"But you didn't did you Ginny? You didn't tell anyone about your little escapades." Tom said smirking.
Ginny's eyes widened. He'd read her thoughts!
Tom merely chuckled at the awestruck expression on her face.
"Yes Ginny, I read your thoughts. How you may ask? Think hard little Ginger, think really hard." He said framing her face with his hands forcing her to look into his eyes.
She winced as his nails dug into her flesh. She racked her brain for a possible answer then the realization hit her and comprehension dawned on her face.
The scar at the back of her head. The scar that had been created when Riddle had possessed her. Almost like Harry Potter.
"Congratulations little Ginger, you're a smart little girl. The scar that will connect you to me forever. Of course forever for you is only the next ten minutes." he said and laughed.
His laugh. His horrible laugh held no mirth, no amusement. Only hatred, unadulterated loathing.
He won't come Harry won't come! Her mind screamed in revulsion and Tom leered viciously.
"Oh he'll come little Ginger, you're knight in shining Armour will come. If he's anything like you described then he'll come. I will prevail Ginny. Lord Voldemort will arise anew and you will cease to exist. Here comes the little hero now" Tom said his voice sodden with repulsion and hate.
Ginny watched helplessly as he retreated into the shadows. She heard Harry's footsteps approaching. She tried to stay awake but her eyelids felt like lead and she closed her eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
She'd been floating in the darkness. Stuck between the world of the living and the world of the dead.
She kept sinking lower into the shadowy depths of the realm of the deceased.
Ten more seconds and she would be gone.
She kept sinking lower and lower.
5 more seconds.
She felt her heart stop beating her lungs stopped breathing.
Suddenly she started to float upwards again.
Her heart continued to thump.
She was going higher.
Her thirsty lungs were rapidly filling up with air.
Higher.
She regained feeling in her limbs. Her mind was slowly becoming more and more aware.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she shot up into a sitting position.
She was alive! That could only mean that Harry had won!
She swiveled around and was facing him. Facing this wonderful, courageous boy that had saved her life.
"Ginny," he breathed.
Looking into his eyes she felt a moment of panic. Did he think she had tried to murder the students? Did he know that she had opened the chamber?
"It wasn't me Harry, Riddle made me do it-," She pleaded desperately wanting him to understand that she'd not been responsible.
"It's alright Ginny. Come on. Your brother is at the end of the tunnel waiting for us." he said and held out his hand to help her up.
She took it gratefully and noticed the bloodied journal in his other hand. Tom was dead. He was gone for good.
They made their way to Ron and an unconscious Lockhart.
As Fawkes carried them upwards to safety, Ginny felt an icy fear as she heard the words uttered at the back of her mind:
"This is far from over, little Ginger. You're still linked to me."
~~~
Evil linked to good
Harry potter's sixth year at Hogwarts
A Harry/Ginny fanfic
Author: Jewels
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own anything to do with Harry Potter and the magical world. The brilliant JK Rowling owns everything. Nor am I making any money off of this fan fiction. I'm writing it entirely for my personal enjoyment. So don't sue! =)
Prologue
The ground was cold. She could slowly feel the energy draining from her fragile and frail body.
Tears were coursing down her pale cheeks as a feeling of betrayal settled onto her chest.
She'd trusted him. She'd trusted Tom with all her secrets.
She'd believed him when he had told her that she was better than everyone.
She'd believed him when he had told her she was special.
She'd even believed him when he had told her that Harry was stupid not to love her.
Ginny Weasley sobbed as all the feelings of treachery, deceit and betrayal weighed down her trusting heart.
Tom Riddle's, in other words Lord Voldemorts, memory was going to kill her. She was going to die and if she did, by some miracle, survive; the scar at the back of her head would be a reminder of how he had used a curse to possess her for the rest of her life.
He bent down in front of her an evil glint in his dark unfeeling eyes.
She hated him. She hated this man with an ardor so strong that her very soul was consumed with hatred.
He'd used her. Used her to open the chamber of secrets and commit horrible crimes.
"Don't look at me like that little Ginny, It won't hurt...much." He said and chuckled evilly, his voice filled with amusement.
He was sick, twisted and deranged. This man was the exact epitome of cruelty.
"Why?" Ginny forced the word out of her throat; the simple task of talking made her feel even weaker.
"Little Ginny, are you that dense? Haven't you figured it out? I'm going to kill you Ginny so I will no longer be a memory. Did you know little Ginny that I will be immortal? I will reign over the wizarding world, no one, not even your precious little Potter, can stop me." Tom said his voice dripping with hate for the boy-who-lived.
Ginny imedieatly felt guilty. She should have told somebody. She should have told Harry and Ron when she'd had the chance.
"But you didn't did you Ginny? You didn't tell anyone about your little escapades." Tom said smirking.
Ginny's eyes widened. He'd read her thoughts!
Tom merely chuckled at the awestruck expression on her face.
"Yes Ginny, I read your thoughts. How you may ask? Think hard little Ginger, think really hard." He said framing her face with his hands forcing her to look into his eyes.
She winced as his nails dug into her flesh. She racked her brain for a possible answer then the realization hit her and comprehension dawned on her face.
The scar at the back of her head. The scar that had been created when Riddle had possessed her. Almost like Harry Potter.
"Congratulations little Ginger, you're a smart little girl. The scar that will connect you to me forever. Of course forever for you is only the next ten minutes." he said and laughed.
His laugh. His horrible laugh held no mirth, no amusement. Only hatred, unadulterated loathing.
He won't come Harry won't come! Her mind screamed in revulsion and Tom leered viciously.
"Oh he'll come little Ginger, you're knight in shining Armour will come. If he's anything like you described then he'll come. I will prevail Ginny. Lord Voldemort will arise anew and you will cease to exist. Here comes the little hero now" Tom said his voice sodden with repulsion and hate.
Ginny watched helplessly as he retreated into the shadows. She heard Harry's footsteps approaching. She tried to stay awake but her eyelids felt like lead and she closed her eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
She'd been floating in the darkness. Stuck between the world of the living and the world of the dead.
She kept sinking lower into the shadowy depths of the realm of the deceased.
Ten more seconds and she would be gone.
She kept sinking lower and lower.
5 more seconds.
She felt her heart stop beating her lungs stopped breathing.
Suddenly she started to float upwards again.
Her heart continued to thump.
She was going higher.
Her thirsty lungs were rapidly filling up with air.
Higher.
She regained feeling in her limbs. Her mind was slowly becoming more and more aware.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she shot up into a sitting position.
She was alive! That could only mean that Harry had won!
She swiveled around and was facing him. Facing this wonderful, courageous boy that had saved her life.
"Ginny," he breathed.
Looking into his eyes she felt a moment of panic. Did he think she had tried to murder the students? Did he know that she had opened the chamber?
"It wasn't me Harry, Riddle made me do it-," She pleaded desperately wanting him to understand that she'd not been responsible.
"It's alright Ginny. Come on. Your brother is at the end of the tunnel waiting for us." he said and held out his hand to help her up.
She took it gratefully and noticed the bloodied journal in his other hand. Tom was dead. He was gone for good.
They made their way to Ron and an unconscious Lockhart.
As Fawkes carried them upwards to safety, Ginny felt an icy fear as she heard the words uttered at the back of her mind:
"This is far from over, little Ginger. You're still linked to me."
~~~