Threatened
By Mara McCuniff
"You're fearing me, 'cause you know I'm a beast
Watching you when you sleep, when you're in bed
I'm underneath..."
Chapter One: Nonescense
Her shrill scream came to an abrupt halt as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, she sunk to the ground, uncouncious.
He looked down at her, the twisted smile playing on his lips. He looked behind him, hearing the approaching footsteps, with his head held high he dispearated with a small pop.
~*~*~*~
Ginny slowly opened her eyes, the bright light blinding her, making a sharp pain ring through her head. What the hell happened?
She slowly sat up, it all came back to her, hitting her like a ton of bricks.
It was Tom Riddle. He had been standing behind her.
"Ginny? Thank god, your awake," She heard Hermione say from behind her, she whipped around and looked into the amber eyes of her best friend. Hermione looked at her with a mixture of concern and curiousity. "What happened down there? All we heard was a scream, then when we got down there, you were just, laying there..."
"Oh god Hermione!" Ginny said with a choked sob, she flung herself into her best friends arms, sobbing. He was back...he was going to kill her...
"Shhh...it's alright. Your safe now." Hermione said trying to comfort the small red headed girl that was now in her arms. "What happened?"
"He was there 'Mione. He was there..."
"Who?"
"Tom.."
Ginny started shuddering, crying harder then she ever had before. She was terrified. What if he tried to kill her again?
"Oh honey..." Hermione said wincing, she pulled away from the girl and looked her in her eyes. She saw the naked fear standing out in them. She winced again. "He wasn't there."
"W-what?"
"No one was there. Besides, he's dead remember?"
Ginny sunk back into the pillows. Hermione didn't believe her.
"Hermione," She licked her parches lips, "It wasn't Voldermort, it was Tom."
"Honey, thier the same person.."
"NO!" Ginny yelled suddenly sounding hoarse. "They arent. Thier completely different!"
"Ginny..."
~*~*~*~
The shadows crept across the floor, the moonlight flickered across the metal of the beds in the Hospitale Wing. Ginny lay awake in her bed, her eyes wide and scared, starting at every little noise. She painfully sucked in a breath, holding back the tears of disbelief and hurt. Hermione didn't believe her. No one did. The look she had gotten from Dumbledore had been horrible, there was so much sympathy in those twinkling eyes, yet so much doubt. Why didn't they believe her? How could they not? He had been there, clean as day. She closed her eyes briefly before letting them snap back open. His face was permanantly tattoed on the inside of her eyelids, everytime they closed, he was there.
She tried to force him from her mind. She needed sleep. Needed it despretly. Maybe that's the reason she had seen him, she was lacking sleep. That's it...the exams were comming up, and she had been studying pretty hard....
Her eyes started to drift shut.
There was a creak, they snapped back open. Her eyes strained against the darkness, looking for a sign of him, for a sign of anyone. She let out a trapped breath as she realized that she once again, was alone.
'Get some sleep Ginny.' She told herself. 'Tomorrow will be a long day.'
She stretched like a cat, feeling her muscles tense even more as she moved. She hadn't felt terror like this since her first year. She let out a sigh as she remembered all that, the pain that he had caused.
She had loved him in the beggining. She would have died to meet him. And unfortnantly, that had almost been the case.
"Ginny." Her head snapped up at the sound of the fammiliar smooth voice.
"Tom?" Her breath quickened.
"Yes, Ginny." She felt an invisible hand on her shoulder, she flailed around, rolling off the other side of the bed.
"Don't be afraid."
She scrambled onto the bed next to hers, looking wildly around. This couldn't be happening. She started hypervenilating, making small wimpering sounds each time air left her lungs. She heard a small laugh.
"Where are you?"
"Everywhere."
She could feel his breath on her ear, she leaped over to her own bed, looking around, the terror gripped her stomach painfully.
"Go away!" She shrieked. He just laughed. "I can't even see you..."
"But..." He said again, she looked wildly around, she watched in horror as the strap of the tanktop she had been wearing slid down. "You can feel me."
She let out another scream.
By Mara McCuniff
"You're fearing me, 'cause you know I'm a beast
Watching you when you sleep, when you're in bed
I'm underneath..."
Chapter One: Nonescense
Her shrill scream came to an abrupt halt as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, she sunk to the ground, uncouncious.
He looked down at her, the twisted smile playing on his lips. He looked behind him, hearing the approaching footsteps, with his head held high he dispearated with a small pop.
~*~*~*~
Ginny slowly opened her eyes, the bright light blinding her, making a sharp pain ring through her head. What the hell happened?
She slowly sat up, it all came back to her, hitting her like a ton of bricks.
It was Tom Riddle. He had been standing behind her.
"Ginny? Thank god, your awake," She heard Hermione say from behind her, she whipped around and looked into the amber eyes of her best friend. Hermione looked at her with a mixture of concern and curiousity. "What happened down there? All we heard was a scream, then when we got down there, you were just, laying there..."
"Oh god Hermione!" Ginny said with a choked sob, she flung herself into her best friends arms, sobbing. He was back...he was going to kill her...
"Shhh...it's alright. Your safe now." Hermione said trying to comfort the small red headed girl that was now in her arms. "What happened?"
"He was there 'Mione. He was there..."
"Who?"
"Tom.."
Ginny started shuddering, crying harder then she ever had before. She was terrified. What if he tried to kill her again?
"Oh honey..." Hermione said wincing, she pulled away from the girl and looked her in her eyes. She saw the naked fear standing out in them. She winced again. "He wasn't there."
"W-what?"
"No one was there. Besides, he's dead remember?"
Ginny sunk back into the pillows. Hermione didn't believe her.
"Hermione," She licked her parches lips, "It wasn't Voldermort, it was Tom."
"Honey, thier the same person.."
"NO!" Ginny yelled suddenly sounding hoarse. "They arent. Thier completely different!"
"Ginny..."
~*~*~*~
The shadows crept across the floor, the moonlight flickered across the metal of the beds in the Hospitale Wing. Ginny lay awake in her bed, her eyes wide and scared, starting at every little noise. She painfully sucked in a breath, holding back the tears of disbelief and hurt. Hermione didn't believe her. No one did. The look she had gotten from Dumbledore had been horrible, there was so much sympathy in those twinkling eyes, yet so much doubt. Why didn't they believe her? How could they not? He had been there, clean as day. She closed her eyes briefly before letting them snap back open. His face was permanantly tattoed on the inside of her eyelids, everytime they closed, he was there.
She tried to force him from her mind. She needed sleep. Needed it despretly. Maybe that's the reason she had seen him, she was lacking sleep. That's it...the exams were comming up, and she had been studying pretty hard....
Her eyes started to drift shut.
There was a creak, they snapped back open. Her eyes strained against the darkness, looking for a sign of him, for a sign of anyone. She let out a trapped breath as she realized that she once again, was alone.
'Get some sleep Ginny.' She told herself. 'Tomorrow will be a long day.'
She stretched like a cat, feeling her muscles tense even more as she moved. She hadn't felt terror like this since her first year. She let out a sigh as she remembered all that, the pain that he had caused.
She had loved him in the beggining. She would have died to meet him. And unfortnantly, that had almost been the case.
"Ginny." Her head snapped up at the sound of the fammiliar smooth voice.
"Tom?" Her breath quickened.
"Yes, Ginny." She felt an invisible hand on her shoulder, she flailed around, rolling off the other side of the bed.
"Don't be afraid."
She scrambled onto the bed next to hers, looking wildly around. This couldn't be happening. She started hypervenilating, making small wimpering sounds each time air left her lungs. She heard a small laugh.
"Where are you?"
"Everywhere."
She could feel his breath on her ear, she leaped over to her own bed, looking around, the terror gripped her stomach painfully.
"Go away!" She shrieked. He just laughed. "I can't even see you..."
"But..." He said again, she looked wildly around, she watched in horror as the strap of the tanktop she had been wearing slid down. "You can feel me."
She let out another scream.