Ever so grateful
Little Ginny Weasley was always alone now. It seemed impossible in a house that small with so many siblings but it happened anyway. She was the only girl, the baby, and the stupid one too. The one who trusted a talking diary. 'Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain' her father had always said. She'd seen his soul, held it in her hands wasn't that even better than a brain?
But apparently it wasn't because that soul had tried to possess her, had tried to kill her and this meant that she was given stern lectures about common sense and watched out of the corner of their eyes. In case she accidentally brought the Dark Lord back to life again because she was gullible enpugh to do so. She'd done it once already hadn't she? It didn't matter that he'd be able to fool any one of them just as easily.
Because Tom was beautiful and cunning and charming and so so smart. She knew that he could make even people he despised feel special, even cared for and they would never suspect a lie. He was older and more powerful and much more intelligent than her and yet she was blamed for trusting him.
Little Ginny Weasley had nearly lost her soul, had definitely lost her heart and her only friend. But all she got back were lectures and the usual neglect. And they all expected her to be grateful that Tom was gone.