Pain
Pain. That was the only thing Ginny Weasley felt. Every part of her body was in a different sort of pain. There was pain in her stomach from lack of food. Pain in her head from headaches. Pain in her right leg where it was broken. Pain in her hip from where it had been resting against the cold stone beneath her. Pain inside her bones from the repeated Cruciatus. Any type of physical pain Ginny could think of, she felt. But she was glad it was only physical, because that meant it wasn't emotional and emotional pain was the worst type of pain.
Emotionally she felt dead. Like any part of her that used to be alive was gone and now she was just an empty body without mind or soul.
She heard the footsteps but couldn't bring herself to feel afraid although she knew what was coming. It happened every day just the same. She'd first hear him at sixty-two foot steps away, she'd first see him at nineteen when he'd turn the corner that led to line of cells underneath Malfoy Manor. At one he'd be standing directly opposite from where she sat in the corner. Her face resting against the bars because the walls were damp and she couldn't sit without being held up anymore.
He was here. Shiny dragon hide boots directly in her eye line. He crouched down to her level and extended one long pale finger which he stroked from her temple, down her cheek to under her chin.
"My Love, my Dove, my Pretty One."
She didn't even shiver when he said these words anymore. When he first used them she'd thought they were pretty, she was flattered. But now she knew better.
Why was it that every time he could take her in with pretty words and yet every time she ended up in a cold, wet place slowly dying so he could live? She thought she'd learnt her lesson after last time. Perhaps this was her destiny, to die underground at the hand of Tom Riddle , Harry had just delayed things by several years. After all there must be some reason why she kept being drawn to him and this time she knew no-one one could come to get her. She'd never been strong enough to leave him on her own.
Perhaps she deserved the pain.
Word count: 397
I got writers block halfway through writing this and had no idea how to end it… so if it seems really weird and doesn't quite flow, that's why.
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