The voices wouldn't stop.
It had been years, four whole years, since the Chamber of Secrets. The voices were supposed to stop when Harry stabbed the diary.
But of course it didn't stop. Why would it?
It had been slight a first, mere whispers that easily could be mistaken for her own broken, sleep-deprived thoughts. Then, slowly, slowly it had escalated until it was the loud, horrible, tumultuous screaming that it was now.
And she couldn't stand it anymore, not really, not really at fucking all.
It was his voice that was the worst, though. His terrible, terrible silky voice. It was exactly as she had remembered it from all those miserable years ago– soft and smooth and entrancing. It terrified her how she could listen to his voice all day without questioning it. His powerful voice, smooth as silk and poisonous to the touch, was simultaneously the most wonderful and the most terrifying thing that she had ever heard.
His voice was the loudest of them all.
The possessions hadn't come back, not yet, but the voices were there in her mind, and they were louder than they had ever been. It was only a matter of time before the voices turned to possessions and the possession turned to more people getting hurt. She wouldn't be able to handle that, not really. Her eleven year old self was not a place she'd like to be back at.
And so naturally, the moment that the voices dared her to do something about it, dared her to stop being such a goddamned child, dared her to stop being so fucking weak, was the moment that she turned her wand on herself.
(she was finally, finally free)
I just can't imagine how Ginny would be so perfectly fine after being possessed for nearly a year and then almost dying at the age of eleven.
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Love,
Sarah xx