Prologue
In this story it's my world, my alternative universe if you wish
Want fluff
Wrong Place
Want the light side to be victories
Wrong place
Want cute little love scenes and unending undying romance
Wrong Place
Ginny and Tom is a sick and twisted couple, which is why I love it so much
Tom haunted Ginny for a year, and Ginny never got over it
The couple's relationship is not healthy
How could it be? Tom is a sadistic emotionless killing satanic person
So how could this relationship be perfect?
It can't
Still interested? Then come walk with me on the path between the brink of insanity and darkness
You might enjoy it, but then you might not
Just jump in, I dare you…
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Lost was a word I could barely recognize now. It was so meaningless, so pathetic. The world was a small and useless word that was trying to sum up everything that we have been going threw. Everything my family, the pure blood betrayers have worked for.
We are called Muggle loves, Mudblood believers, and even traitors and throughout the pure blood world we are known as the pure bloods that failed. During the dark times when You-know-who was at the climax of his power, of his victory, of his rule, we, the Weasley family, my mother and father were left with nothing but withering hope. And so my parents waited, waited to die, waited to live. They waited for a miracle that would never happen.
But then, everything changed. Harry Potter was born, a little baby boy, and he was the only person in the world to survive You-know-who's attack. Somehow, the killing curse which was supposed to kill the Potter family didn't kill him.
Harry grew up like a normal boy, until he learned all about his world, my world, our world. He entered Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he has excelled beautifully in Defense against the Dark Arts, or for short DADA.
But the past is over, and lost. After Harry's sixth year, Dumbledore had died, Severus had betrayed us and again we started to lose our faith, and our hope. But we still believed in Harry. It was prophesied that Harry would be the downfall of You-know-who, for neither can live while the other survives. With that in our hearts, we all stood proud and high. We knew we would gain victory as long as we had Harry, and our friends, our love, and our family. We would win.
But I had fallen, I was weak. It started in my first year, and stupid me, stupid Ginny Weasley just had to be an idiot and fall in love. But of course, the idiot that I am, I fell in love with You-know-who, or in my eyes Tom Riddle. Over the year, I poured my soul into Tom, I adored him, I loved him. Tom was my best friend, and I was rewarded. Tom loved me back; he poured parts of him back into me. Parts that I am now to ashamed to admit are there.
There is darkness in me, nobody knows of, not even my Tom. Nobody would ever suspect that sweet little innocent Ginny held parts of the evilest man on the earth. Nobody would, nobody could even guess that in reality I was full of pride, power and hate. If one, who knew me, heard that I was a sadistic killer, they would never believe you. In the eyes of them, I am a sweet little girl. But to me, to my Tom, I am strong, sadistic, fearless, heartless. I am everything he wanted, though only in secret.
Secrecy, everything was in secrecy, because in reality, I am afraid. Afraid of what my family would think, of what my friends would think, and of what Harry would think. Being the coward I was, I told no one of my secret. I hid it deep within me; never ever bring that part of me out. I was ashamed, and I was a fool.
Fast forward some time, and we enter the final battle. It came at the end of my sixth year. Everyone was gathered at Hogwarts, everyone was ready. The Slytherin house containing mostly dark supporters had disappeared. The young children were left, and we had no one to help us, to command us, to protect us. Then I saw Ron, and hope in my heart was restored.
I begged Ron to help, crying silently, I was afraid. But Ron seemed dazed, disoriented, confused. He told me to save myself. I refused. Turning towards the younger ones, my heart almost broke.
I told them to be safe, and flee into the Forbidden Forest. I warned them that it was safer in there, then out here. They nodded, and with one last order, stick together, I fled. I ran as fast as I could, ran towards the center of the battle. I stared on, unable to move, unable to fight. I was weak, and so I was viewed as pathetic. You-know-who saw me, and smiled his familiar cold smile, his heartless smile that I loved so much.
My legs trembled, my hands shook, I was afraid, but I hid it. You-know-who mockingly bowed his head slightly towards me. I breathed heavily, my face twisted in hate. Smirking, he pointed his wand towards Harry. My eyes widened in horror, he wouldn't…
"Arvada Kadavra,"
He would.
I found myself scream. In a sudden feeling, I raced forward pushing and shoving. I ran towards him, my hero, our hero. He was lost, dead, gone. I knelt, holding Harry close to me, crying into him, he was gone. A chilling laugh was heard throughout the silent grounds.
Neither can live while the other survives...