AN: okay, people, here's what happened before Harry got to the Chamber in
book 2. I am a Ginny fanatic, as you can see.
Disclaimer: Oh, come one, I own nothing but the lines. K? Yeah, but I'm not worried about people suing me, considering they won't be able to find out who I am.
Okay, we'll start with going down to the chamber.
I fought. I really did. I always do. But he got me. I'd been holding him back, but I just felt so neglected and sad, and I- I let my guard down.
I knew that everything was my fault, and that I deserve to die, and he took me. I fought on the way. I fought myself from speaking parseltongue, I wanted to scream.
But I, weak and dumb as I am, couldn't keep him from my head.
And it's my fault. I should have been able to fight, to block out my feelings and keep my wall up. But no, weak, pathetic Ginny couldn't even control her own mind.
And down into the Chamber I went, fighting, but losing.
Once I was there, I saw the journal. And he was with it. Tom Riddle. I screamed. He smiled.
"Harry will come. Bring him to me. Go up, do what you need to, and bring him to me. I fought.
I would not betray Harry.
"NO!" I shouted. "Go!" Riddle commanded. "I will not betray him." I insisted. Riddle laughed. "Then I hall do something that will bring him down." He replied. He pointed his wand at me. I felt my life draining. I clung to it, resisted him. I would not let Harry be killed. "No! You can't take him! Don't take Harry! I won't let you take...him..." I felt myself go, my vision leaving. "No...Harry...no...don't..." And I felt him feed off of me.
Because I was too weak to defend myself.
When I woke, and Dumbledore told me what had happened, I cried. I'm sure everyone thought I was scared.
I was ashamed.
Harry had risked his life for me. I should have fought. I should not have let Riddle bring him down.
It was my fault.
I shall never forgive myself. I was too weak to protect myself.
Everyone says it was not my fault, that no one save Dumbledore and Harry could resist Voldemort.
But I should have! I should have made myself!
And so I will be, forever waiting for redemption. I will fight Voldemort. Last year was a start, but I have sworn to myself that I will not let Harry die. No matter what, I will not let him die unless I lay in front of him dead as well.
If I have to block every curse with my own body, Harry Potter will not die while I am alive.
Disclaimer: Oh, come one, I own nothing but the lines. K? Yeah, but I'm not worried about people suing me, considering they won't be able to find out who I am.
Okay, we'll start with going down to the chamber.
I fought. I really did. I always do. But he got me. I'd been holding him back, but I just felt so neglected and sad, and I- I let my guard down.
I knew that everything was my fault, and that I deserve to die, and he took me. I fought on the way. I fought myself from speaking parseltongue, I wanted to scream.
But I, weak and dumb as I am, couldn't keep him from my head.
And it's my fault. I should have been able to fight, to block out my feelings and keep my wall up. But no, weak, pathetic Ginny couldn't even control her own mind.
And down into the Chamber I went, fighting, but losing.
Once I was there, I saw the journal. And he was with it. Tom Riddle. I screamed. He smiled.
"Harry will come. Bring him to me. Go up, do what you need to, and bring him to me. I fought.
I would not betray Harry.
"NO!" I shouted. "Go!" Riddle commanded. "I will not betray him." I insisted. Riddle laughed. "Then I hall do something that will bring him down." He replied. He pointed his wand at me. I felt my life draining. I clung to it, resisted him. I would not let Harry be killed. "No! You can't take him! Don't take Harry! I won't let you take...him..." I felt myself go, my vision leaving. "No...Harry...no...don't..." And I felt him feed off of me.
Because I was too weak to defend myself.
When I woke, and Dumbledore told me what had happened, I cried. I'm sure everyone thought I was scared.
I was ashamed.
Harry had risked his life for me. I should have fought. I should not have let Riddle bring him down.
It was my fault.
I shall never forgive myself. I was too weak to protect myself.
Everyone says it was not my fault, that no one save Dumbledore and Harry could resist Voldemort.
But I should have! I should have made myself!
And so I will be, forever waiting for redemption. I will fight Voldemort. Last year was a start, but I have sworn to myself that I will not let Harry die. No matter what, I will not let him die unless I lay in front of him dead as well.
If I have to block every curse with my own body, Harry Potter will not die while I am alive.