Ordeal

By: epiphanies



Short. One-shot. Dark. Ginny. Memories.





They don't understand.

Nobody does.

They don't understand what it's like to be standing here. In this house. With a boy who is being possessed by You-Know-Who, and won't come out of his room out of ignorance and fear.

Nobody knows what it's like.

I want to talk to him. But, he won't answer the door.

He won't eat. He won't sleep.

He doesn't seem to understand or remember.

There was a time when I didn't either. A time when my life was nothing except diary entries, red paint and chicken feathers strewn about my room. And a lost memory.

I had thought that I was going crazy.

Little did I know how big a deal my own ordeal had been.

I've had nearly four years to dwell on my experiences with Tom Riddle.

And yet, they haunt my dreams. It doesn't seem that it was only four years ago.

I sometimes feel like he is still inside of me. Draining me in my sleep.

Killing me like he tried to once.

How I wish I could talk to Harry about this. But he won't let me.

And even though Dumbledore believed me, even though Harry believed me, even though my entire family and the Daily Prophet and Lucius Malfoy believed me...I cannot say it.

It isn't as if I had lied.

I just....hadn't told the entire truth that day.

I hadn't told the entire truth about the pain of being in contact with Tom Riddle.

Anybody thinks he's evil, sure.

What they don't understand is the levels of evil one can occupy. The multiple levels.

They just don't understand.

In the Chamber of Secrets...he came out of that diary....

He had thought I would be drained enough to nearly die on the spot.

Little did he know the Weasley strength I kept inside of me.

I stayed alive. I stayed awake while he was nearly completely corporeal.

Do you know what he did to me?

Little Miss Weasley?

Do you know what he did to me?

He started....talking to me, taunting me, tormenting me....

I knew I was nearly dead. I knew because he was strangely corporeal when he touched me.

When he touched me.

He touched me.

What they don't understand is the levels of evil one can occupy. The multiple levels.

They just don't understand.