Something Kinda Funny

It had all lead up to this, though Ginny Weasley. It was early morning. The sun had not yet begun to climb the sky, and so the stars were still twinkling, pinning back the cloudless navy sky. The new moon cast no silvery glow upon the foggy, damp field. Bodies lay scattered among the tall grass. Only two remained standing. One had a mane of fiery hair, which fluttered gently in the slight breeze. She gripped her wand, staring the other occupant down defiantly with brown eyes that sparkled with fury and fear. The other, who's snake-like eyes glowed red and maliciously in the dark of night, stared her down with a state of almost amusement. "Child," hissed an icy voice. He reached out, bony fingers outstretched to touch the girl's tear-streaked face. "Child."

Ginny jerked back, stumbling backwards a step. "Don't touch me."

A cruel yet bemused smile crept across the Dark Lord's face. "Defiance." He lowered his hand. "It does become you."

Ginny's breathing quickened. "What is this all about?"

"Do not pretend as if you did not know, child. Ignorance does not suit you." The Dark Lord's smile still played across his snake-like features. "The facts should be glaringly obvious at this point."

They weren't. Or maybe they were, and Ginny would not let her brain allow itself to make sense of it. Either way, she was at a loss. The events of the ordeal played out rapidly in her mind. The facts were there, but the conclusion simply didn't fit.

"This all leads back to the Chamber," said the Dark Lord, as if reading the girl's mind. "It was not mere coincidence that you found the diary. Discontinue thinking that, for I will not have a perfectly well-thought out plan go unappreciated." His voice was growing louder, sterner. "Replay the facts, though I'm sure you've done so, I can see it across your face." Ginny's eyes widened. "You, of course, know that you are the first girl in several generations to be born of the Weasley clan." Well, yes, of course she knew that. Her mother never let her forget. "There was a point to that."

If there was a point to anything, Ginny was more than open to hearing it. Her mind was foggy, her thoughts jumbled. Any sense of clarity would be thoroughly welcomed, as far as she was concerned.

"I needed a connection to the world, and the diary provided one. At the time, my present-day self was far too weak to survive. As you can see, this has changed." He made a sweeping gesture with his hand, motioning to the bodies, some stunned but most dead, littering the field. That such damage could be caused by just one man was frightening, Ginny observed. "The diary provided a link to the world. I left it in the care of my loyal servant, Lucius, to be placed in the hands of a very important person." Ginny paled. "Yes, my child, you."

"Why me?"

"All will be explained, child. Be patient. You took to the diary quite stunningly, and I do appreciate that. It made my job so much easier. I assume you remember how this part of the story goes?"

Ginny stared back at him, suddenly eleven years old again, the same feelings of disgust with herself for falling right into his hands bubbling up again. The feeling that she was going to vomit became very strong, and she tried to suppress it. She nodded curtly.

The Dark Lord continued. "It was afterwards where things got... how to put it? Interesting, to say the least." He paused thoughtfully. "We did not see much of each other until now, though I did see more than enough of your dear Mr. Potter."

Ginny swallowed, hard. She knew this part of the story. Again, she nodded jerkily, urging him to finish the story.

"Well, child, you should be able to fill in the rest of the story," said the Dark Lord. "Go over the facts. There's all there."

There was that I'm-going-to-vomit feeling again. She didn't quite know why, but this whole business made her feel as if she must purge whatever was inside her. She fell to her knees, trying to steady herself. The facts, the facts, the facts... what the hell where the facts? And what conclusion was she supposed to draw?

"Really now, Ginevra," the Dark Lord said. "You should have figured all of this out long ago. It's quite obvious... you're my daughter."

A/N: So? How was it? If you don't understand what's happening, well, it goes like this: you're coming in at the end of the story, and then how we got here is the main part of the story. So, the next chapter will begin in the past, which is supposed to be Ginny recounting all of the events leading up to now. Get it? Got it? Good. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so I'd appreciate reviews, just to know how well I'm doing. Say nice things about me!