"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
Mr. Weasley and the diary:
Our daughter. My precious daughter falling 'victim' to this diary, this horrible person. When I found out about the 'chamber' I was so scared.
I wish it could've been me down there, not Ginny. She was so young, she didn't deserve that!
It wasn't fair.
I was so relieved when I found out she was okay. But, I wanted to kill that git that did this to her, I just wanted to wring his neck for what he did to her.
It was hard to restrain my anger.
In the same token though, we told her never to look for sympathy or pity in someone else. Never go to someone else for 'sympathy' because you know they'll use you like a cheap card.
It happens every time. They use you for some sort of joke, and they never give you pity, it all has some ulterior motive. And what Gin didn't understand was that, EVERYONE, even those who want to be your friend have some ulterior motive.
But she was okay, but nothing went back to normal. I remember, she'd brood about on the couch in old sweatpants and eat gingerbread cookies, and she would sit there with this gutless look on her face.
She looked like she was dead.
And being her Father that hurt me. My little girl, so hurt, and I couldn't help her. I couldn't save her, like I used to be able to. I could save the day and come to her aid.
She once told me, "Daddy, he ate my heart out on a silver platter." It hurt my heart to hear that, and I wanted her to be happy, and okay, and be able to bounce back.
I remember she looked so distant. Like, she wasn't even in the same room with us or something. Her face was so pale she looked so listless.
I used to always tell her, "Kiddo, you have to realize that no one likes you for you or how great you are. They like you for what you can do for them."
It was cynical, but it was true as day. Ginny, didn't listen. She became so absorbed in this diary that life, people, or even herself didn't matter. When you're in love (or so she claimed she was) you love that person, but you ALWAYS love yourself more. Ginny stopped loving herself. And turned to the one thing that loved her right back: Tom Riddle.
Mr. Weasley and the diary:
Our daughter. My precious daughter falling 'victim' to this diary, this horrible person. When I found out about the 'chamber' I was so scared.
I wish it could've been me down there, not Ginny. She was so young, she didn't deserve that!
It wasn't fair.
I was so relieved when I found out she was okay. But, I wanted to kill that git that did this to her, I just wanted to wring his neck for what he did to her.
It was hard to restrain my anger.
In the same token though, we told her never to look for sympathy or pity in someone else. Never go to someone else for 'sympathy' because you know they'll use you like a cheap card.
It happens every time. They use you for some sort of joke, and they never give you pity, it all has some ulterior motive. And what Gin didn't understand was that, EVERYONE, even those who want to be your friend have some ulterior motive.
But she was okay, but nothing went back to normal. I remember, she'd brood about on the couch in old sweatpants and eat gingerbread cookies, and she would sit there with this gutless look on her face.
She looked like she was dead.
And being her Father that hurt me. My little girl, so hurt, and I couldn't help her. I couldn't save her, like I used to be able to. I could save the day and come to her aid.
She once told me, "Daddy, he ate my heart out on a silver platter." It hurt my heart to hear that, and I wanted her to be happy, and okay, and be able to bounce back.
I remember she looked so distant. Like, she wasn't even in the same room with us or something. Her face was so pale she looked so listless.
I used to always tell her, "Kiddo, you have to realize that no one likes you for you or how great you are. They like you for what you can do for them."
It was cynical, but it was true as day. Ginny, didn't listen. She became so absorbed in this diary that life, people, or even herself didn't matter. When you're in love (or so she claimed she was) you love that person, but you ALWAYS love yourself more. Ginny stopped loving herself. And turned to the one thing that loved her right back: Tom Riddle.
