Ginny closed the curtains around her four-poster bed and put a spell on them to keep the noise out. She did this for her privacy more than any thing else. She couldn't stand the other girls. With all of their mindless frivolity and petty jokes. Always teasing her because she was different. They didn't understand the real world. They couldn't. At least, not like Ginny could. But then again no one could even understand Ginny.
She could hear their voices, no doubt talking about her. Always tormenting. Their cruel words doing more damage than pain ever could. She picked up a piece of parchment and dipped her quill in the ink by her bedside table. She did this every night, almost part of a routine now. She would write another letter.
Dear Tom,
They still bother me, those girls. You said that you would get rid of them. But then again, that was 5 years ago. Why don't you come back? Why can't you see that I need you? I don't want you though.
I get voices in my head telling me to do things I don't want to do. I wanted them to go away but then I thought that maybe, it was you. But it wasn't, was it? If you tried to make me do something, I would have done it. I am like the tree I saw in the forbidden forest. It had been cut down to the stump years ago and was covered in mold. Mold that stops me breathing. That mold is you. What's wrong? Don't like being compared to mold? It's a compliment when you think about it. If I got rid of the mold the termites would get to me. And you know that I don't like termites.
Remember in our last conversation when you asked me if I still 'liked' Harry? I said yes and then, you hurt me. You took my soul, my life essence. When Harry came to save me I remember the look in his eyes. He had a deep satisfaction that he had beaten you, but he mostly cared about good, triumphing over evil. His eyes were innocent and pure. I hated it. That is when I first started to despise Harry; he was the one who took you away from me.
I remember your eyes Tom, a deep blue. No 'flecks of gold', just pure blue. If you're so evil then why do you have calm eyes? Or is it a mask? To hide from the world? That's all you ever were. A poor orphan who wanted somewhere to go. To be loved. And I was showered in love by my friends and family. I don't know how you did it but you stole all of my love. And my heart. Well, now you are a thief as well as a murderer.
People are avoiding me in the school because I don't talk. But it's not true. I do talk, I just don't answer to the name Ginny anymore. I am Ginevra. You always told me that I shouldn't shorten the name that portrays my personality. And then I told you that 'Ginny' was my personality. Well, it isn't any more and never will be again. Why did you change your name? Voldemort. I am not afraid to say it but I think you were ashamed. Ashamed of your filthy muggle parents. But where they really that filthy to give birth to an angel like you? Yes, an angel. An angel is anything perfect and you are all of that.
I was going to escape the school and find you. Help bring you to power once again. Then I though I could kill Harry for you but you wouldn't have wanted that. You would want to kill him yourself. I will stay in Hogwarts and keep the faith for you alive, even if I am the only one.
I had a dream about you last night. The way you used to be. You were telling me all these promises. That you would come back for me. That you never went a day without thinking about me. That I was the one you cared for. Then I realized that you don't care. How can you care without a heart?
When you call for him, Snape ignores it and continues with his meaningless life. But I wouldn't. You know this and yet, you still refrain from granting me your mark. I made my own one though, with a carving knife. I carved it into my upper arm. I know I'm not much of an artist but you would be proud of me if you could see it. But you can't. Why do you torment me? In my sleep I feel that you are watching. I have countless nightmares about death and yet, am not afraid of it. Why? I die almost every night but every day I struggle on with my life. If I could, I would end it all now. But that would be cowardice and as a 'Gryffindor' I am not allowed. That's not the real reason. I only live to prove my self to you.
You never liked my hair either. Said it was too 'red'. I changed it. I know you don't like anything muggle so I didn't use dye. I cut it off. All of it. I thought that maybe you would want me to. I threw it in the fire and let it burn with the rest of the Gryffindor crap. What's a lion compared to a snake? The king of the jungle? A lot of good that does when he has perished by the deathly bite of a cobra. Or a basilisk. What's a Gin compared to a Tom? Nothing.
Why don't you come back? Why won't you visit? Reply to my letters. How do I tell my owl to take this to 'voldemort'? You will always be Tom to me. But I know that you are gone. Please, repl-
Ginny was crying too hard to finish the letter. A tear slid down her cheek and fell on the paper causing the words to merge together. Her vision was blurred, but if she were able to, she would have seen the words fade on the parchment and new ones take their place.
Gone, am I?