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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter series. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, I would be writing books. I'd like to take the opportunity to thank J.K. Rowling for having given the world five (soon to be seven) of the most wonderful books in literature today. *Applauses JKR for her talent and work*
Chapter 3: Thoughts
Ginny sighed as she looked up from her book. Harry and Ron were playing wizard's chess across the room, Hermione watching them. She looked at them sadly. Even though she was Harry's girlfriend now, she was still excluded from the group. They think I killed Malfoy on purpose, she thought. She shuddered just thinking about it herself. Why didn't she stop? Why didn't she fight harder to gain control of her magic? Why was Tom's magic so much stronger than hers?
She looked at the cover of her book, Controlling the Dark Arts. It was the same book she had stolen from Flourish and Blotts that fateful day. She always felt bad about stealing, but she couldn't let people know about the dark magic residing in her. And if someone saw her buying the book, they would tell her family, and then there was no telling of what they might do.
She had always been raised to hate Dark magic, to fight it, to help destroy it. But instead, she allowed it to take over her and control her emotions and her own powers. By the time she realized the mistake she had made, it was too late. She belonged to Tom; he had told her so everyday. That they belonged to each other. She had been terrified when she figured out she was the one opening the Chamber, but she couldn't do anything about it. Every time she tried to tell someone, she heard Tom's voice in head, and she couldn't go through with it. His words still haunted her at night: "Are you really going to betray our secret?"
The youngest Weasley lost hope. She gave up, gave in to a memory. Tom took over her, took command of her own mind, and she thought she wasn't strong enough to fight him. He took her soul and her innocence, and then he had killed her.
Of course, Harry had come to the rescue just in time. He killed Tom, and her soul returned to her. But it wasn't really hers. It also had a part of Tom, corrupted, evil, sinister Tom. And her magic wasn't strong enough to fight it.
Dumbledore had helped. At least, he tried. He had Snape brew potions for her, to make her Dark magic weaker so she could fight it herself. It was an extremely complicated potion, one Dumbledore invented just for her. She learned to make it herself, so she could continue to drink it over the summer breaks. But she hadn't forgotten to take it. In fact, she hadn't even had to make it, Snape had given her an extra vial of the dreadful tasting concoction, so she wouldn't have to make it straight away. And she had drank it. Then why weren't her powers able to control that dark magic Tom had corrupted her with?
Because you didn't want to, her mind answered her. She felt a sudden rush of guilt wash over her. Of course she was working to keep her powers in check, but when she finally had that release, she couldn't stop. It took command of her, just like Tom had. And her dark magic had killed someone. True, he was a Death Eater, but he was human nonetheless.
Ginny sighed again before turning back to her book. What she did was wrong and there was no way to rectify it. She took a human life, there was no redemption for that. She would be in Azkaban right now rotting in some cell if it hadn't been for Dumbledore hadn't helped her out. It was an accident, it had been a mistake. She never wanted to kill anyone, not when she knew so well how precious both life and death were. She let out a sob she didn't know she was holding, attracting the attention of the other people in the room.
"Ginny?" Hermione sounded worried. "Are you all right?"
Ron and Harry looked up from their game as Ginny hid her book behind her and allowed the tears she had been struggling against out. Hermione rushed over to her and put her arms around the younger girl, who started crying harder than before.
Harry and Ron went over to sit by the girls, and, along with Hermione, they tried to comfort Ginny as best as they could. But Ginny knew she needed more than comfort. She needed the answers to her questions, answers no one seemed able to give her. ~*~ Harry was convinced that something was wrong with Ginny. Ever since that day in Diagon Alley, she seemed more quiet and shy, definitely more withdrawn. He knew they hadn't made it easier. He, Ron and Hermione kept their distance from her after what happened. They weren't scared of her, but they were concerned. They had thought she needed some time to come to terms with happened, and then move on. But even Hermione, with all her wisdom and knowledge, seemed to be unable to think of a way of helping Ginny.
What Harry really wanted to know was how Ginny had killed Malfoy. He knew why, and felt responsible somewhat. If he hadn't hesitated, then he could have hexed Malfoy and given Ginny a chance to escape. He knew Ginny had to defend herself. But she wasn't holding a wand, he thought. How could Ginny have cursed and tortured him so terribly when she didn't have a wand?
He wondered if it had been a 'side effect' to her experience in the Chamber, like her immortality. He figured that maybe Tom Riddle gave her some of the powers he had had back then the same way Voldermort gave Harry some of his powers with that failed cursed. Really, when he thought about it, he was the boy-who-lived, but in a way, Ginny was the girl-who-lived. Tom Riddle was exactly the same as Voldermort; he had only changed his name. So was it possible that Ginny had stronger powers after she shared her soul with him than she had before?
So maybe it had all been an accident. Ginny had become extremely upset that Lucius Malfoy threatened her, added to the fact that she held an extreme dislike to him because he had given her Riddle's diary, and her powers got the better of her. Then she couldn't stop herself before it was too late.
He had tons of questions about what had happened, but figured it was best if he didn't know the answers.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, but I've been super busy. Please remember to review and I hope you like the story so far. Love- Amalia
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter series. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, I would be writing books. I'd like to take the opportunity to thank J.K. Rowling for having given the world five (soon to be seven) of the most wonderful books in literature today. *Applauses JKR for her talent and work*
Chapter 3: Thoughts
Ginny sighed as she looked up from her book. Harry and Ron were playing wizard's chess across the room, Hermione watching them. She looked at them sadly. Even though she was Harry's girlfriend now, she was still excluded from the group. They think I killed Malfoy on purpose, she thought. She shuddered just thinking about it herself. Why didn't she stop? Why didn't she fight harder to gain control of her magic? Why was Tom's magic so much stronger than hers?
She looked at the cover of her book, Controlling the Dark Arts. It was the same book she had stolen from Flourish and Blotts that fateful day. She always felt bad about stealing, but she couldn't let people know about the dark magic residing in her. And if someone saw her buying the book, they would tell her family, and then there was no telling of what they might do.
She had always been raised to hate Dark magic, to fight it, to help destroy it. But instead, she allowed it to take over her and control her emotions and her own powers. By the time she realized the mistake she had made, it was too late. She belonged to Tom; he had told her so everyday. That they belonged to each other. She had been terrified when she figured out she was the one opening the Chamber, but she couldn't do anything about it. Every time she tried to tell someone, she heard Tom's voice in head, and she couldn't go through with it. His words still haunted her at night: "Are you really going to betray our secret?"
The youngest Weasley lost hope. She gave up, gave in to a memory. Tom took over her, took command of her own mind, and she thought she wasn't strong enough to fight him. He took her soul and her innocence, and then he had killed her.
Of course, Harry had come to the rescue just in time. He killed Tom, and her soul returned to her. But it wasn't really hers. It also had a part of Tom, corrupted, evil, sinister Tom. And her magic wasn't strong enough to fight it.
Dumbledore had helped. At least, he tried. He had Snape brew potions for her, to make her Dark magic weaker so she could fight it herself. It was an extremely complicated potion, one Dumbledore invented just for her. She learned to make it herself, so she could continue to drink it over the summer breaks. But she hadn't forgotten to take it. In fact, she hadn't even had to make it, Snape had given her an extra vial of the dreadful tasting concoction, so she wouldn't have to make it straight away. And she had drank it. Then why weren't her powers able to control that dark magic Tom had corrupted her with?
Because you didn't want to, her mind answered her. She felt a sudden rush of guilt wash over her. Of course she was working to keep her powers in check, but when she finally had that release, she couldn't stop. It took command of her, just like Tom had. And her dark magic had killed someone. True, he was a Death Eater, but he was human nonetheless.
Ginny sighed again before turning back to her book. What she did was wrong and there was no way to rectify it. She took a human life, there was no redemption for that. She would be in Azkaban right now rotting in some cell if it hadn't been for Dumbledore hadn't helped her out. It was an accident, it had been a mistake. She never wanted to kill anyone, not when she knew so well how precious both life and death were. She let out a sob she didn't know she was holding, attracting the attention of the other people in the room.
"Ginny?" Hermione sounded worried. "Are you all right?"
Ron and Harry looked up from their game as Ginny hid her book behind her and allowed the tears she had been struggling against out. Hermione rushed over to her and put her arms around the younger girl, who started crying harder than before.
Harry and Ron went over to sit by the girls, and, along with Hermione, they tried to comfort Ginny as best as they could. But Ginny knew she needed more than comfort. She needed the answers to her questions, answers no one seemed able to give her. ~*~ Harry was convinced that something was wrong with Ginny. Ever since that day in Diagon Alley, she seemed more quiet and shy, definitely more withdrawn. He knew they hadn't made it easier. He, Ron and Hermione kept their distance from her after what happened. They weren't scared of her, but they were concerned. They had thought she needed some time to come to terms with happened, and then move on. But even Hermione, with all her wisdom and knowledge, seemed to be unable to think of a way of helping Ginny.
What Harry really wanted to know was how Ginny had killed Malfoy. He knew why, and felt responsible somewhat. If he hadn't hesitated, then he could have hexed Malfoy and given Ginny a chance to escape. He knew Ginny had to defend herself. But she wasn't holding a wand, he thought. How could Ginny have cursed and tortured him so terribly when she didn't have a wand?
He wondered if it had been a 'side effect' to her experience in the Chamber, like her immortality. He figured that maybe Tom Riddle gave her some of the powers he had had back then the same way Voldermort gave Harry some of his powers with that failed cursed. Really, when he thought about it, he was the boy-who-lived, but in a way, Ginny was the girl-who-lived. Tom Riddle was exactly the same as Voldermort; he had only changed his name. So was it possible that Ginny had stronger powers after she shared her soul with him than she had before?
So maybe it had all been an accident. Ginny had become extremely upset that Lucius Malfoy threatened her, added to the fact that she held an extreme dislike to him because he had given her Riddle's diary, and her powers got the better of her. Then she couldn't stop herself before it was too late.
He had tons of questions about what had happened, but figured it was best if he didn't know the answers.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, but I've been super busy. Please remember to review and I hope you like the story so far. Love- Amalia