Prologue.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, do you assent to bond your soul with Tom Marvolo Riddle for eternity?"
Silence resonated in the archaic room. Despite knowing she was going to face this sooner or later, the question shocked her to her core.
She was sure even the vinceller would've heard her breath stop.
The feeling of being choked to death engulfed her. It was an agonizing feeling, like being a spectator in her own body, looking at everything that has been happening around with consternation.
It didn't even cross her mind that probably she has never ever been this afraid of something, not even when she was at the brink of death down in the cold and dark chamber all those years ago, and for a fleeting moment she saw just how deep this fear ran, it seemed catastrophic.
But it really didn't matter now how she felt, she was doomed to seal her own fate, her own downfall by staring blankly, knowingly, that probably there wasn't one thing she could have changed and it seemed like no one realized how this wretched realization was crippling her insides.
Never once she would have thought that she would be expected to bond her soul to him. It was quite clear in her mind she didn't want his tattered soul and he didn't want hers either but this was something neither of them could have helped. So she said the one thing that was expected, one thing she didn't want to hear herself say, one thing which she knew she would regret for eons to come; she said yes.