Ginny Weasley and the Chamber of Secrets

(Prologue?)

"Ginevra, Ginevra...You're pale, child, so pale. I can see the blue of your veins, the sweat on your brow as your heart is trying to perpetuate. All in vain, Gin-Gin...I know you hate that name."

'Oh Tom, I hate it when they coddle me! I'm not a little girl anymore!'

"I know you hate your pale skin, the freckles adorning it."

'It's no use, Tom, he'll never like somebody like me. I'm so, so, white, and these freckles are all over the place. I tried to get rid of them; isn't magic supposed to fix everything? Help me, Tom. I want to be beautiful!'

"You hate a lot of things, Ginevra. You have anger—even in its pettiness. You and I have that in common. But, poor, poor Ginevra, I have and will become greater than you. Not even in the sense that your life will soon desert your body, for even in life you had not the understanding. And, I know your flaws better than anybody, don't I?"

'I hate it! I can't do anything. Not one blasted thing!...Yes, I know, but really Tom, I can't even change quill into a regular feather, and I always mess up in potions. Nobody wants to partner with me, even girls who are nice at lunch and stuff. Even Hermione has friends and Ron said she was a bossy know-it-all. Nobody likes me, and I can't even do my spell-work good. Bill and Charlie said it was all easy, but I'm such a failure...Yeah, I guess. I'm glad you're here, Tom.'

"Love. That was your main problem, Ginevra. You had the hate, the knowledge of the unfairness of the world, but you couldn't get past this 'love'. It blinded you, made you unable to push for what was right. Love is a drug; if feels nice at first, but slowly it overcomes you with it's needs and leaves you broken and dry. You know this. You loved your family, mostly, and this Harry Potter 'hero'...Ah, Ginevra. You even loved me, didn't you?"

'Sometimes, Tom, I think they don't care. They don't understand, even if they do bother talking to me, and I feel so lonely. I want a friend...you know what? That's right. I have you, Tom. You're my one true, only friend. You understand, don't you? You'd never laugh at me, you know how it feels. Right?...I have to go Tom. I promise to write again as soon as I can. --Love, Ginny'

"Foolish girl. The world will always turn on you. After all, it obeys the rules of gravity, 'What goes up must come down.' and I, or more accurately Tom, became your world. No friends, family ignoring you, teachers disapproving. Your passion for life dwindled, being reborn as hate."

'They are stupid, Tom. I realized they don't know me, they don't care. I've been sitting alone in the library instead of going to eat. I still have a bruise on the side of my neck from where that Slytherin Nott grabbed me. Good thing you taught me that hex, Tom. But I don't want Ron to owl home, because mom might yell at me since I failed that astronomy test, and it'd give Percy a reason to come round. Not that anybody'd be close enough to see. I'm failing potions, Tom, and I don't know what to do...you'd really tutor me? That's great! Thanks! But I hate them all, Tom. Nobody even talks to me, anymore, unless it's to insult me or hit me or they have to. I'm not an idiot, I'm not a loser, I don't deserve this Tom! I hate them for doing this to me! It's not my fault!'

"But still you couldn't see it! The only way to stop them is to beat them Ginevra. If you don't become stronger than them, they will take from you. They will starve you then beat you, draining until you've no more left to give. Then they kill you."

'Hurt them? Tom, I know I'm mad, but I don't have to get back at them like that, right? It's wrong, Tom. I guess I don't get it Tom. I want them to like me and care, not force them to. Maybe there is another way.'

"At first I did try to help you. You might have been more than the vessel of my return. If you'd only have listened, you could've joined me. We could have been so powerful! You thought you were weak, Ginevra, but, in fact, you even managed to impress me! Keeping up your facade even as I was slowly draining you. Stubborn idiocy. Child—it sounds strange to call one few years my junior that, but you are indeed that naive—we could have made them pay for all they had done! Ginevra, I could have helped you become more...much more."

'Tom, I told you. I don't want to. I won't. There is another way—ow! Tom, I'm getting a headache, I don't want to talk to you anymore...Something really strange happened Tom. I think I fell asleep and not remembered because two hours have gone past and I have no idea what happened. Oh well, what were we talking about before?...I'm getting scared, Tom. I think I'm going crazy—I keep blanking out and end up in places at random times. You've got to help me, Tom...Tom, I had the craziest idea. I know it couldn't be you; Tom, tell me it's not you that's making me do this. Tom!...This is goodbye, Tom. I don't know if writing to you is bad or anything, but I'm going to try it for a while. I mean, I can't believe it's you, but I want to try, just for now. I'll probably write back again, because I know you'd never make me do this. You're me friend, I know, but I'm really getting scared. Somebody killed the roosters and I think it was me. So, bye.--Tom, I'll come back!'

"I'm growing stronger, Ginevra. Your life was once a flood—now it's little more than a rivulet. The red locks you used to think so garish hardly matter in this light, dimmed by the approach of death and adhered to your exhausted forehead. You can't keep this up. I'm in every part of you now. Soon all of you will become me, and all of me will become you. That damned rhythm I've been forced to endure all year will finally stop, soon making my heart beat. Your heart, little Weasley, will no longer be needed—for you will become what I currently am: a memory. Memories don't need blood."

'Dear Tom, I'm going to be writing to you for a while. I think Mom bought you at Flourish and Blotts the other day. Sorry about last time. You writing back kinda freaked me out. I'm Ginny Weasley. My real name in Ginevra, but I don't like that name to much, or the name the twins gave me: Gin-Gin. Awful, ain't it?...So Tom, what exactly are you? I mean, are you real?...So you're a memory? Cool. Maybe I know you as a grown up—wouldn't it be amazing? I get to know you as a sixteen-year-old and as a man... So as a memory, you live in this diary? You don't need food or anything, and you don't have a body?...the only thing you need is company—how funny! But I've got baggage, you know, I mind, a body, a heart...'

"It's not long, now. I can see you flinching—surprising you can move even in your state. Yes, you are seeing my life. I've decided to give you a parting gift. After all, we've known each other a while, and I admit I've grown to...be fond of you. Or maybe it was just the power of you passion that addicted me for a while. But you always had me a bit confused. I am right, I'm going to rule the world and become great. I will be celebrated and the world won't have all of these horrors—nothing bad will happen. I asked you to help me make the world that way. You defied me. You didn't want to help my...revolution. Before you die, I want you to understand. I want show you what you missed, and how you are so wrong. I want you to see what the world has done, not only to you, and how I will use you to help rectify that."

"So I'm really doing you a great favor. You're a martyr, giving up your life—in one way or another—to help me make the world right. I'm giving you copies of my memories and thoughts, my plans and some of the early battles of the revolution. You flinch again. I wonder what at. My father and grandparents were muggles who didn't care for me. The were pollutants. I was just getting rid of trash—it needed to be done, Ginevra. Dumbledore might have corrupted you and your family with his 'love' spiel, but understand; the only right is power and what you can do. I will become powerful, even now you help, and then lord over all others. Then nobody will hurt me. Nothing will hurt me...You can still cry, Ginevra? Those boys needed the pain. They didn't understand either. They needed to be taught. It was for the revolution. They were given an honor to stand by me, help me get power and shape the world. But they couldn't see it then. I had to teach them, Ginevra, just as I am teaching you now."

"You're rather lucky, actually. I get to show you now, instead of you learning it the hard way. Love is a mistake, a drug, a disease. It fights the truth and hurts efforts for reforms, for the revolution I will fight. Ginevra, I led you to a peace. It's a win-win situation. I give you knowledge and certitude in what this world might become with my help, you give me strength to do it. There will be a world without fear, harm, or death for me. It could have been for you too, had you acknowledged my correctness."

"Ginevra. Ginny, you like to be called. Your heart is going weaker and weaker. The dark calls to you, as it shall never call to me—to cold. I hear it now, softly, the pointless persistence of your pulse. If you've ever had hope, leave it behind. Death kills even that; so I've heard, though I certainly have never died."

"You know, Ginevra, I almost wish you didn't have to die. It might be nice to discuss my memories with somebody who has, ah, experienced them.--"

"--Wait! What was that? Well, Ginevra, it seems we have company. Maybe it's your hero; I'd so like to meet him. Ha!"

"Ginevra, this is where we part. Though remember: even if you do get rescued by a hero, even if you stall my revolution, there is more of 'Tom' than you know, more power than you, child, will ever have. And you shall never be free. You should have embraced me like you did in the beginning, Ginevra, now you have forced me to teach you. You made me, Ginevra."

A/N: Pretty self-explanatory. My second fan-fiction, I've been having troubles with my first one--I need to revise it because I've written to a plot hole so I have to rewrite the chapter I was going to post, sorry—and it might be a one-shot.

I love Ginny, and wanted to mess with Tom a little. It's not meant to be Ginny/Tom, but I can see how one might take it that way. I do have thoughts on how to expand it if I get positive feedback, so review and let me know. If I expanded it, it would come out Ginny/Harry, because I'm a canon shipper and that is the absolute best pairing ever. (Though more people need to write it). My thoughts on the chamber and Ginny's experiences are that the books leave Ginny painfully underdeveloped and being possessed by Voldie makes more of an impact than many authors let on. Plus, there is a sad lack of Ginny fiction that has to do with the chamber, so...

Let me know if you see any mistakes to fix, and review, please, to let me know what you think!