Mine
There's that boy again.
And that girl - no, that thing.
It isn't worthy of being put in the same species as me. It's just a filthy, ugly muggle. A girl merely living my life because people think the Gaunts are "crazy". We're not crazy. We're just different.
Morfin and Father are in Azkaban, though no one ever gave a damn to tell me why, and I don't think any explanation would suit me. They were my only family, and someone took them.
A cackling laughter surges from my throat, filling the room. Right now it is my only companion. That very thought only serves to louden the laughing. It rings in my ears, over and over and over...
My one and only friend, a mere echo of a chortle.
I'm alone in this world.
People think I'm mad. Just let them think it. I want him. Him only. Tom Riddle. He's the very object of my desires, the only person I ever want to spend my life with. Not father, not Morfin; Tom. If I can't have him, I don't understand why anybody else can. It hurts. My heart aches over a man who would soil our family's blood forever.
Who really cares? Who would marry a mad little girl anyway?
And that's when I decide.
Just a strong brew of love potion, and my very deepest wish is mine. I can clasp my hands around him freely, knowing he'll have nowhere to run but only to stay in between my palms and love me forever. Me, and only me.
Not that ugly little muggle girlfriend.
Mine.
Tom will be mine.