"Come down this instant Ginny!"
"Ginny Weasley!"
"Ginerva Weasley, get your bum down here this instant!"
With a sigh, I get up from my bed. Slowly walking down the stairs and staying firmly on the last step before responding to my mum,
"Yes, mum?"
With a huff, Molly Weasley put her hands on her hips and her expression formed into a stern glare.
"Where are your brothers? They should have been back home hours ago."
Fighting the urge to groan, I quietly replied,
"I do not know mother. Perhaps they went to the pond or are still playing quidditch. I would not know having been inside my room all day."
That should have tipped her off on my mental state. I never used to speak with such formality. Not until Tom. He may have taken advantage of my willingness, but he taught me manu things I had not paid mind to before. Manners for one. How to properly address people, especially elders to build a lasting first impression. The most important thing he told me was the beginning of magic. He told me that the muggles almost got the story right. The Grimm Brothers and Germany tales almost got it right. Tom told me the true story of Snow White. How Light and Dark magic came to be and how the rivalry between the two first began.
I would have loved to share it with those who soild ask me about all that I saw, heard, and felt while I possessed the diary of the Darkest Lordin our time. But all anyone ever talked to was Harry. They only wanted to know how he slayed a baskalisk amd defeated the Dark Lord yet again. No one wanted to know shat an eleven year old first year felt about the emtire ordeal. Mum told everyone I did not want to talk about it. My brothers prevented anyone from speaking to me about it or asking questions. I left my first year at Hogwarts feeling more alone than when I first came.
I no longer had Tom to guide me. My brothers thought they were protecting me by mot allowing anuone to talk to me. Harry was an idiot who still barely acknowledged my existence after having saved my life. Tom had been supportive of my crush on the boy-who-lived, but he also stated that it was only the image I fancied, not the actual boy. When I had first figured out who Tom really was, he ranted about my feelings for Harry.
"What could you know? You are only eleven. You have met the boy a handful of times and havr hardly managed a word to him. All because he is the boy-who-lived! Let me tell you something, Gimmy Weasley. That boy that you and egeryone else kisses the ground he walks on, was only a baby when I was defeated. He did not spout some strong force of magic. No, he was under the procetion of ancient magic. He would have died had I killed him first then his mother. All of you are dim-witted fools. Worshiping a boy because he is the reason I am no longer in my full form. Let me tell you Ginny, as your friend. That boy comes from an ancient pureblooded family. Both his parents represented the Light. How is it that a prophecy comes out of nowhere about my demise. Think about the real story of Snow White that I told you. It was all a set up. I went to this very school. Walked its very halls. Lived through the war against Grindelwald. Dumbledore taught me himself. I met the man before I even attended. His prejudice against the Dark Arts was evident even then. No, he did not truly welcome the orphan boy who had the capability of great power. No, he kept his eyes on me. Spying. Trying to get inside my head to hear my thoughts. Anythig to prove I was the next Grindelwald. He knew of my pptential long before he came to tell me of magic. My first accidental magic happened at the age of five. For six uears after my first accidental magic, I thought I was alone. I thought it was what made me different. Tell me Ginny, what make Harry Potter truly different. Better yet, had Neville Longbottom been the one I chose to pursie at the choosen boy of the prophecy, wjat would make him different other than his family. All anyone does os compare him to his parents. Does that not remind you of anyone Ginny? How everyone simply regards you as 'another Weasley'? It should. You are not your brothers. You are something else. When I rise again Ginerva, I wpuld take you as my apprentice. That is how much potential I see in you. Not the boy-who-lived. Not Neville Longbottom. You. I had to teach myself everything I know because of Dumbledore. You fortunately have me to guide you. I and I alone can show you the truth of our world. The world that they sheild you and the other children from so well."
His words always were true. They were firther proven when I saw my family after I had been rescused from the chamber. Mum smothered me in hugs to the point I thought she was not going to never let me out of her sight. I let them see what they wanted to see. I let them see the innocent baby sister that needed her brothers to guard her. I let them see Harry Potter as the savior. I did not let them see my sadness at the loss of my first friend. I did not let them see my feelings for the boy-who-lived turn into loathing. I did not let thek see my ever growing potential.