Halloween seemed to have marked the last day Ginny would be safe. It
was no more than one day later she woke up with paint all over her. It
wasn't a day long before that morning there were rooster feathers over her
when she woke up, but she figured it was a practical joke. But how could
someone paint her, on Halloween, when everyone was busy? She didn't
remember a thing from Halloween as it was.
Ginny could hardly sit in class, let alone listen. She was pale, and
nauseous, and constantly dizzy. It was, for lack of other words, hell. She
later found out Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, was attacked. Although
she couldn't explain it then, she had a sudden tinge of guilt when she
found out.
Hogwarts was in disarray, as was Ginny. Attacks were everywhere, each
one more terrifying than the last. Ginny was horrified, even though she is
of an all-wizarding family, and therefore couldn't be attacked.
Every time a person was attacked, Ginny was absent. She would hear of
these attacks and have no idea where she was when they occurred. Her only
comfort was to go to bed. To go to bed and write to Tom.
Tom had become distant. Ginny knew all too well that it was because
she was in such a bad state. But he still could comfort her from inside the
diary. He assured her (from afar) she was safe, and that he loved her.
***Later in the year***
Ginny was rudely awakened by a sudden blast of cold. She awakened to see none other than Tom Riddle standing over her immobile body. "Tom!" She said with the most emphasis she could force from her weak tone. "Where am I?" Although she didn't address it, she noticed Tom was more solid looking than he previously was. "The Chamber of Secrets." It could have been her overactive imagination, but he seemed to have been proud of saying so. He smirked. "Like it?" She sat up. "But how. . .?" She had a headache from the echo coming off of a stone statue over her, and was too dizzy to sit up. She lied back down. "Ginny, dear, I would think you could figure this out. I always thought you to be a clever child." She squinted in her confusion. "I'd worry about you if you weren't to die today." Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?" "I brought you here." "Why?" She whispered faintly. She only just realized she was shivering. "To kill you." "No. . . really. . . Tom, tell me." "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me 'Tom'. It was suitable for the time being." She blinked and spent more than average time with her eyes closed. She yawned lightly. "What would you like me to call you?" He lifted her head and whispered in her ear, "Call me by my real name, Ginny. Call me by the name I'm known as. The name I'm feared as. The name I'm loved as. Call me Lord Voldemort." She gasped. He went on. "Surely you've figured out that I'm the Heir of Slytherin, so I certainly won't have to tell you." "You are?" She said weakly. "Would I lie?" She wanted to scream 'Yes! You would! You did and you would, and I never want to see you for as long as I live. I loved you, I trusted you! I hate you!' but found it hard to speak, especially to him, the Heir of Slytherin. "Yes." Was all she could make out. When she found the strength to do so, she opened her mouth once again. "You said you loved me. . . that you wanted me. . . " She inhaled, but before she could speak again, he did. "I also said I needed you." His eyes twinkled in delight. "And that, my dear, was the only truth." He laughed coldly. "I'll explain. I used you. Not you, per se. But your body. Your energy. I used it to fuel me. I needed you, not for love, for love is a wasted emotion, but for energy. For life. You, my dear Ginny, are hand-in-hand with the attacks that have been occurring recently." He leaned over. "How does it feel, sweet Ginny," he lifted her chin with the tip of his long finger, "to have attacked Harry Potter's best friend?" He shook his head and tisked. "Now, what would dear old Harry say? Dealing with the Dark Lord, befriending me, helping me attack his friend. . ." He smirked maliciously and let go of her chin, her head banging on the hard floor. "But I didn't. You did. Your monster did." She winced weakly. "Yes, but who strangled the roosters? You. Who wrote the writing on the wall? You. I used you. I controlled you. I never loved you. You were a parasite, and nothing more." His eyes lit up once again at her reaction. "But I trusted you, and you. . ." "Lied." "Yes." She nearly whispered. "That's life, dear Ginny. And you, unfortunately, won't experience much more of it." Her once doll-like face, now inhumanly pale, dropped.
When she woke up, a blurred, dark-haired image was over her. She nearly screamed, for she now had the energy to do so, until she realized it wasn't Tom, but Harry. Harry. So it was Tom who he reminded Ginny of after all. He assured her it was alright and took her back to Hogwarts grounds, where her parents were.
To this day, Ginny doesn't remember much about the Hospital Wing and such, as she was traumatized and therefore not very focused on reality. However, she did remember, although it was weeks later, walking in the halls and smiling. She was grateful. Not for Tom, no. But for being alive. For being able to go to sleep and wake up and start a new day. Although it seemed odd, she supposed she gained a certain strength from that year. It just goes to show that there is always a bright side, and that no matter how long it takes to see it, it, one day, will be visible, even if you're not looking.
***Present day*** "I guess that's it." Ginny inhaled, as a random girl who walked in nearly half-way through the story cried. Colin was smiling. It wasn't that he was sadistic, Ginny knew, but because it was only a few days after the Chamber incident that Ginny had kissed Colin. It had become an unspoken secret of theirs as it happened, but it undoubtedly stuck with them. Harry looked uncharacteristically disturbed, as he could relate her story to his. But besides the sporadic sobs of the random girl, no one made a sound. Ginny was alright with the silence, for she was shaken up from telling the story. She got up to go to bed. "So. . . that's it?" The girl said from behind her. Ginny turned around. "Yes. There's no more to tell." She nodded and they all walked off.
A/N: If that wasn't horrid, I don't know what is. Alright then. Bye.
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***Later in the year***
Ginny was rudely awakened by a sudden blast of cold. She awakened to see none other than Tom Riddle standing over her immobile body. "Tom!" She said with the most emphasis she could force from her weak tone. "Where am I?" Although she didn't address it, she noticed Tom was more solid looking than he previously was. "The Chamber of Secrets." It could have been her overactive imagination, but he seemed to have been proud of saying so. He smirked. "Like it?" She sat up. "But how. . .?" She had a headache from the echo coming off of a stone statue over her, and was too dizzy to sit up. She lied back down. "Ginny, dear, I would think you could figure this out. I always thought you to be a clever child." She squinted in her confusion. "I'd worry about you if you weren't to die today." Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?" "I brought you here." "Why?" She whispered faintly. She only just realized she was shivering. "To kill you." "No. . . really. . . Tom, tell me." "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me 'Tom'. It was suitable for the time being." She blinked and spent more than average time with her eyes closed. She yawned lightly. "What would you like me to call you?" He lifted her head and whispered in her ear, "Call me by my real name, Ginny. Call me by the name I'm known as. The name I'm feared as. The name I'm loved as. Call me Lord Voldemort." She gasped. He went on. "Surely you've figured out that I'm the Heir of Slytherin, so I certainly won't have to tell you." "You are?" She said weakly. "Would I lie?" She wanted to scream 'Yes! You would! You did and you would, and I never want to see you for as long as I live. I loved you, I trusted you! I hate you!' but found it hard to speak, especially to him, the Heir of Slytherin. "Yes." Was all she could make out. When she found the strength to do so, she opened her mouth once again. "You said you loved me. . . that you wanted me. . . " She inhaled, but before she could speak again, he did. "I also said I needed you." His eyes twinkled in delight. "And that, my dear, was the only truth." He laughed coldly. "I'll explain. I used you. Not you, per se. But your body. Your energy. I used it to fuel me. I needed you, not for love, for love is a wasted emotion, but for energy. For life. You, my dear Ginny, are hand-in-hand with the attacks that have been occurring recently." He leaned over. "How does it feel, sweet Ginny," he lifted her chin with the tip of his long finger, "to have attacked Harry Potter's best friend?" He shook his head and tisked. "Now, what would dear old Harry say? Dealing with the Dark Lord, befriending me, helping me attack his friend. . ." He smirked maliciously and let go of her chin, her head banging on the hard floor. "But I didn't. You did. Your monster did." She winced weakly. "Yes, but who strangled the roosters? You. Who wrote the writing on the wall? You. I used you. I controlled you. I never loved you. You were a parasite, and nothing more." His eyes lit up once again at her reaction. "But I trusted you, and you. . ." "Lied." "Yes." She nearly whispered. "That's life, dear Ginny. And you, unfortunately, won't experience much more of it." Her once doll-like face, now inhumanly pale, dropped.
When she woke up, a blurred, dark-haired image was over her. She nearly screamed, for she now had the energy to do so, until she realized it wasn't Tom, but Harry. Harry. So it was Tom who he reminded Ginny of after all. He assured her it was alright and took her back to Hogwarts grounds, where her parents were.
To this day, Ginny doesn't remember much about the Hospital Wing and such, as she was traumatized and therefore not very focused on reality. However, she did remember, although it was weeks later, walking in the halls and smiling. She was grateful. Not for Tom, no. But for being alive. For being able to go to sleep and wake up and start a new day. Although it seemed odd, she supposed she gained a certain strength from that year. It just goes to show that there is always a bright side, and that no matter how long it takes to see it, it, one day, will be visible, even if you're not looking.
***Present day*** "I guess that's it." Ginny inhaled, as a random girl who walked in nearly half-way through the story cried. Colin was smiling. It wasn't that he was sadistic, Ginny knew, but because it was only a few days after the Chamber incident that Ginny had kissed Colin. It had become an unspoken secret of theirs as it happened, but it undoubtedly stuck with them. Harry looked uncharacteristically disturbed, as he could relate her story to his. But besides the sporadic sobs of the random girl, no one made a sound. Ginny was alright with the silence, for she was shaken up from telling the story. She got up to go to bed. "So. . . that's it?" The girl said from behind her. Ginny turned around. "Yes. There's no more to tell." She nodded and they all walked off.
A/N: If that wasn't horrid, I don't know what is. Alright then. Bye.
What, you're still here? Go! Go! Go play.
I'm not kidding! It's over. There's no more to read! Bye.
Alright, alright, if you MUST stay, go and write a review.