The True Face of the Lion
Chapter One- Memories and Confessions
Ginny never smiled. Never. No matter what happened, no one could make her smile. Or speak, for that matter. Not since He came into her life. She couldn't run, play, sing, or dance ever again. She couldn't even breathe… All because of Him. They say that they were in love, but I don't believe it. I think He just cast some sort of love spell on her to spite Tom. That's right, I'm talking about Harry Potter, the so called "Boy that Lived". "Boy that Killed" is more like it. Though He seemed like a wonderful, loyal, brave, kind, heroic young man, He was really a cunning little sneak. While everyone, from Dumbledore down, loved and trusted him, He despised them and secretly plotted their demise. I know, I know…You think I'm just some crazy death-eater or some such other sick excuse for a human, or maybe just some beast. Well, you're wrong. You're all wrong. I used to LOVE that bastard. He was the only reason I woke up in the morning. He was my friend, my fellow wizard, my leader, and my secret lover. He was all that and more, until I found out who, or rather what, He was. And when I found out, I still didn't care. It wasn't until He started killing that I decided to let out His secret. It wasn't until He hurt my family and my friends that I even cared. Yet, I waited and waited until thousands of people were dead until I told. Even then, it was only to save him. I still love Him. I always have. But He was never mine. He was never Ginny's either, though. And she was never His. It's complicated, I know, but perhaps if I told you the story from the beginning…yes, that may bring some light to the matter…