"I guess the real reason Ginny Weasley's like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger." -Tom Marvolo Riddle

Mrs. Weasley and the diary:

I thought we taught her never to give up so many secrets to some idiotic thing, person, or what have you. I thought we taught Gin, that you've got to be careful with whom you speak personally to you.

She was so naïve though, and it was what our whole family loved about her. But it also left her open to pain, betrayal, and heartache.

When I first found out that she was in the chamber, my world came crashing down. My whole world. It just broke, shattered, and left an awful echo. Arthur was distraught and he mumbled incoherent things about 'his little girl' it was hard for us, because Ginny was 'our' child and we would willingly give our life for her.

But she was okay.

The days following her rescue, she seemed to be volatile, confused, and disturbed. We'd talk to her, but she would seem only 'half there.' The boys' would try to cheer her up but she would just say, "No, I don't want to play Quidditch." Or, "No, that's okay."

She wasn't our feisty Ginny. She wasn't the daughter we had raised and loved for so long.

I think, the scariest part was that the girl was so vulnerable. She used to be so strong, so set in her ways, so stubborn. It seemed like Tom Riddle had blind-sighted her, causing her to doubt everything she once believed in.

We would tell her that he was terrible-that it wasn't her fault. And do you know what our precious daughter would say in indignation?

"Mum, don't say that about him! He's my friend!"

She was so in denial it was hard to watch.

It was hard for her to trust people, or open up to anyone anymore.

Ginny became bashful, shy, and withdrawn, to everyone. Including 'us.'

She used to love making cookies with me, playing out in the yard with the boys, and waltzing with Arthur. But now, she didn't.

And, the oddest part was that, she never cried.

Once, she told me something I'll never forget, "Mummy, do you know that I loved him? Did you know that I gave him my soul, and my heart and he took it and tore it into pieces? Do you know that he made me feel so useless and so ratty? Do you know that he took my soul and manipulated it for his sick pleasure? And do you know, Mum, that I still love him?"

She was so pretty. Now, she's just lost. Her face shows this 'been around the world' look, and it is almost always ghostly pale. She's gotten skinner, but she eats more. Her eyes look hollow and surreal.
It's terrible, what they can do to a pretty girl.