Carve Your Heart Out Yourself, a harry potter fanfic

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carve your heart out yourself
by: pixie paramount (7/13/2007, 2:44 AM)
Harry Potter, Tom/Ginny & i burn the diaries and tell myself: you. aren't. real.

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i.
The sad thing is, she thinks that she might've fallen in love with him—that boy, Tom, Voldermort.

ii.
She thinks, in her more desperate moment, that she will never be able to get over him. She thinks this is what being raped feels like; someone invading you, using you. And that is what Tom did—he used her, toyed with her, manipulated her. (She thinks that she'll hate him, and the memory of what she thought he was, for always.)

Her fingertips are soar three days afterwards, from shredding all the paper out of her notebook, the cuts on the pads of her fingers still sting. Her waste basket stinks of incinerated paper—diaries, journals, notebooks, planners, anything that she doesn't find it in herself to trust in, to not have the soul of a murderer tucked inside.

iii.
Months later, Ginny can still feel the goose bumps creeping up her arms when she turns a page, the horribly hidden shudder when it slides between her finger-tips. She bites her lip and hopes to forget.

iv.
It has been three years—and that day has past so long ago—and all she can do is move on.

So, Ginny does.
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Author's Note: Old, old, old, old and possibly made worse due to my tinkering (which is hard since the original was crap, after all), and written before—way before—a lot of main details where drawn out from the most recent chapters. So I wouldn't say this is 100 accurate to her character, but I did my best from the angst-fest that this originally was.