ANGELS

Sinister Spiders

Ginny sat in the Gryffindor common room, drowning in her memories. There were some things that she would never forget, never be able to escape from. Her mind drifted back to her first year at Hogwarts, her worst year…


The air she was breathing was cold and crisp, her eyes fluttered open, afraid to take in her surroundings. With a deep, scared breath she prepared for the worst. The room she was in was cavernous, spreading past her line of sight into a formidable darkness. It was dark, and smelt as though it was part of a sewer system. Droplets of water fell around her periodically, and as she looked more carefully at her surroundings she noticed larger pools of water. Where was she? And more importantly, how did she get there?

A cold and hollow laugh echoed through the room, rebounding of the harsh stonewalls and piercing her heart. In the distance she saw a figure walking towards her.

"It is nice to finally see you pet." The voice drawled. Her mind flickered and she realized that name. She tried to talk but couldn't find the words. "There is no need to talk, I know what you are thinking."


Ginny sat in her room at the Burrow and unpacked what she had bought from Diagon Alley. Excitement rushed through her veins as she took her wand out of the box. Her very own wand. She was finally old enough to go to Hogwarts, to learn the art of magic. She placed the wand carefully on her lap and took some books out of her bag. She flipped through her transfiguration book and stopped in shock as a small and old fashioned book fell from it's pages. She looked at it carefully and opened it. The pages appeared blank, but the book seemed to be in good condition.

Ginny remembered that she had completed her last journal a week ago and was desperate to write about her day at Diagon Alley. She rummaged through her bags to find a brand new quill and ink pot and begun to write.

As she introduced herself to her new diary, it introduced itself in return. It identified itself as Tom Marvolo Riddle. Ginny frowned and looked through the book thoroughly, her father's words ringing through her mind.

"Never trust something if you can not see where it keeps it's mind." She bit her lip.

"I'm glad to have a friend," the diary wrote, Ginny smiled "If only I could smile, I am sure it would match the enthusiasm of your own, I only wish it could match your beauty."

How bad could a diary be? What is the worst it could do?


Sparkling angel I believed

You were my saviour in my time of need.

Blinded by faith I couldn't hear

All the whispers, the warnings so clear.

I see the angels,

I'll lead them to your door.

There's no escape now,

No mercy no more.

No remorse cause I still remember

The smile you tore me apart.


Ginny cursed into the darkness. For the past few months it seemed as though she was only a spectator, watching her own life go by, helpless to stop it. As the weeks flew by she began to feel less and less like herself. She was week, tired; she had felt as if her soul had been split apart, half replaced by the diary she came to love. She felt as though she had found a kindred soul in that diary and was, in some ways, happy to know that she carried it around with her every day.

"You were bewitched by me. As I was by you." The figure came closer to her, and she managed to see a Hogwarts uniform. Fear coursed through her body. Who was he? "You know who I am Ginny." He said softly "You poured your heart out to me, and I to you. You told me all of your dreams, and I promised that one day they would come true." He hissed, he stepped into the light and she could see him properly now. She gasped, he was amazing. He was tall and well built, his jest black hair and piercing eyes took her breath away. He stepped close to her and she was frozen, transfixed by the person in front of her. He crouched down in front of her long, skinny, fingers wrapping around her arms. He pulled her close to his and put his lips on hers.


"You know Tom, I wish that you were real. I am sure you would pay attention to me." Ginny wrote as she sat in the common room, words appeared on the page of her journal.

"I wish I was real too Ginevra. As long as you keep me in you heart, I promise you that one day I will be." It wrote, Ginny smiled.

"I really don't think that Harry likes me. Do you want to know what else I think?" She wrote.

"What else do you think, pet?"

"I think that if you were here, I would want to be with you." She blushed.

"You should forget about Harry, he is not worthy of your affection. When I have a body, I will find you. I will care for you." Ginny thought of the possibility, next to Tom, Harry seemed cold, uncaring. She had no idea how this journal of hers got it's personality, but she wished with all of her heart that it was real.


You took my heart,

Deceived me right from the start.

You showed me dreams,

I wished they would turn into real.

You broke the promise and made me realize.

It was all just a lie.


Tom pulled away from Ginny and cupped her face carefully, her breathing was uneven and her face flushed with embarrassment.

"What is wrong Ginny?" He asked "You always wished for me to be real." She looked away from him.

"You were a journal." She whispered "An item to confide in. I had no idea that you were- are – real. I… I don't know what to say." She muttered, he laughed cruelly.

"I am sorry to tell you pet, but this world is one of give and take." She sneered at her and panic once again ran through her body.

"Give and take?" She asked, the handsome boy in front of her nodded slowly.

"You gave me your soul, and I took it. Now I will give you my soul, and all I ask in return is that you accept it." He explained caressing her face. She shuddered.

"Tom… I don't understand." She whispered he laughed maliciously.

"Oh Ginny, you will." He said catching her eyes with his own. She tried to scream, instead she was taken over by excruciating pain. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell against the hard stone floor.


Ginny looked down at her bloody hands. For a while, she felt as though she was separate from her body. She watched herself wander down to Hagrid's hut and snatch a chicken from his pen. She shuddered as she watched her hands wrap around it's neck and twist it mercilessly. What was she doing? She cut the bird's throat. She read the writing as she wrote it.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware."

Seeing Mrs. Norris she petrified the cat, not sure if she even knew how. When she floated back into her body she panicked. She turned and ran for her dormitory. She cried, willing the blood away.

After she had scrubbed the vile red liquid from her hand she sat down on her bed and took out the diary.

"What is wrong pet?" Came Tom's words, Ginny sniffed.

"I don't know what is wrong with me Tom." She wrote, after a few moments the spidery writing she had come to love appeared on the page.

"Don't worry Ginny, you can pour your heart out to me. Tell me everything, bare your soul." Ginny smiled, happy to have someone to confide in.


Sparkling angel, I couldn't see

Your dark intentions, your feelings for me.

Fallen angel, tell me why?

What is the reason, the thorn in your eye?

I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door

There's no escape now

No mercy no more

No remorse cause I still remember

The smile when you tore me apart


Ginny drifted in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of the cold stone floor she was lying on, and the light that was being issued from the wand that Tom had taken from her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tom lowered her wand and she gathered up the energy to speak.

"Why?" she asked, he cackled.

"Why Weasley? Why do you think? You were perfect. Trusting. You were willing to open you heart to me, it is the way you were brought up. You were taught to be accepting, open. You parents taught you well. You were all too eager to pour your soul into the pages of my diary." A drop of water landed on her cheek, she shivered, it was cold.

"What are you going to do?" She spluttered, coughing.

"Haven't you figured it out yet girl? I am Lord Voldemort. Thanks to you I am now able to live through my diary, and you. I gave you part of my soul in return for your life, your energy. You help me to live, you aided me in reviving myself." He took her hand. "Unlike you, I wasn't taught to love, to trust. I was abandoned by my only family, left to rot in an orphanage with the scum of the earth. Then I discovered magic. I realized that I could have whatever I wanted. I could live forever, I could make the people who hurt me pay for what they did." Ginny heard yelled from far down the corridor, the voice had a familiar ring to it. She tried to call out for help but was silenced as Tom used her own wand to render her unconscious.


Ginny looked at the diary and read what Tom wrote. He told her of his mother and father, the orphanage where he lived, and the torture he endured there. She felt sorry for him and wished that she could help in some way.

"I wish that you were part of my family." She wrote to him "Then you would have received the love you deserved. We would have cared for you." His response came almost immediately.

"It seems as though I have grown up with you Ginny. You have told me everything, shared yourself with me. I feel like I am part of you." Ginny smiled sadly, wondering how one person could deal with such a sad life.


This world may have failed you,

It doest give you reason why.

You could have chosen a different path in life.


Ginny awoke to see her family sitting around her, Harry by her side. She looked around frantically. She was free. Tom was gone.

"Hello Ginny dear." Her mother said rubbing her arm.

"What happened?" She asked, her mother went to say something but her father interrupted her.

"You were taken into the Chamber of Secrets dear. You are safe now, Harry saved you." Her father said, but before she could respond she saw Dumbledore join the crowd around her bed.

"May I have a word with you Ginny? Alone?" He asked, Ginny nodded and her family stood up and walked away from her bed, the headmaster drew the curtain around her bed and sat in the chair beside her.

"You had a run in with Lord Voldemort." He said, Ginny nodded sadly. Cursing herself for her stupidity. "Tell me Miss Weasley, did you give your heart to him?"


"Would you consider yourself my friend?" Ginny asked Tom.

"If you would like me to be." He replied, she smiled.

"You know me better than anyone. You have been there for me when I have needed you." She wrote, she hesitated, and then continued. "I wish there was some way I could repay you." She waited five minutes before a reply was scrawled.

"Just open your soul to me."


Ginny was brought back to reality as she felt a tapping on her shoulder. The warmth of the common room fire replaced the coldness of her memories. She turned around to see Harry Potter standing in front of her. He was much different from how he was in her first year. He was taller, more handsome, and most importantly – he was hers.

"Ginny. Have given some thought to what we talked about?" He asked softly, she could tell he was scared. She looked into his eye before speaking with a confidence she did not know she had.

"I gave him my soul," She told him, he looked away "And he gave me his." Harry turned back to her and looked at her in despair.

The smile when you tore me apart.

"I am a horcrux." She stated. A lone tear rolled down her cheek.


A/N: Hello there, Sinister Spiders here. Thank you for reading this. The lyrics in italics in this story are from a song called 'Angels' by the amazing band Within Temptation. It is one of the most powerful songs I have ever heard, and when I listen to it all I can think about is a person betrayed by someone they trusted.

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