A/N: This has been brewing for awhile, and I'm so glad that I was finally able to write it. Read, review, and enjoy!
There you are; lying on the floor before me. It's the first chance I've had to see you. And I must say, if given the chance, you would grow up to be a very beautiful young lady. But for now you look so young, so innocent, and so gullible.
I met you almost a year ago (Has it really been that long? We've bonded so much since then), when you stumbled across my diary. At first you were just a simple pawn in my plan, my plan to become more than just a mere memory, my plan to have my old powers, my plan to conquer and kill the one person who nearly brought about my permanent downfall: Harry Potter. But then, slowly, ever so slowly, you became more to me. I was pleased that you were able to provide me with the information that you were taking us to Hogwarts, where he would be, and flattered that you would share your most personal secrets with me; I was the one who encouraged you to send him that Valentine. I thought the boy could use some cheering up—before I killed him.
Then, as you kept gushing about how wonderful he was, I felt a twinge of something that I hadn't felt in so many years. Was it jealousy? No, that was impossible. Why would I be jealous of a twelve-year-old boy? Over the next few months, it became clear to me: I was jealous of him because he could have you any time he wanted.
Yes, believe it or not, I fell in love with you, Ginny. The way you were so naïve, the way you trusted me, the way you came to me when you were scared—were all rather endearing to me. You described yourself to me: flaming red hair, brown eyes, and very small. For awhile, I considered finding some other way to come back to power, and letting you live. But no, I decided, this was the only foreseeable way. Besides, I rationalized; I would always remember you as a crucial part in my return.
For a long time I thought that I was just attracted to you simply because we were so close. I know now that I wanted you, and that I had wanted you from the moment I met you. But I couldn't have you—your family would never, ever, allow it (Muggle-loving fools), and you were much too young. The least I could do was let you die innocently and may your family never know what you did while under my control.
I'm telling all this to you, as I'm bending over your still form, stroking your silken red hair, thinking back on my decision. It's too late now, it's the point of no return. I'm too strong, and saving you would mean destroying myself. You have served your purpose, and it's meant a lot to me. I leave you now, for your knight in shining armor will undoubtedly be arriving shortly to make a futile attempt at saving you. I remember when I was your knight in shining armor. Pity it couldn't last. I give you one last kiss, and then straighten up. A single tear has just rolled down my cheek.
Goodbye, Ginny Weasley.
