Thrive
Summary: Only Ginny knows what really happened in the Chamber. Only Ginny knows why she chose to follow Tom and do his bidding. And only Ginny knows why she fell in love with who she did.
Here is her story.
If you were I, you would indeed see things differently. Every one sees things differently, but me, I think I do it the best. Everything, to me, even the sun, has its own darkness, is dark in its on unobtrusive way, so subtly that the normal human could not see it. But if you were me, you would see the shadow that lingers hungrily over that yellow orb, ready to consume it every night and take it into its dark arms to sleep. In replacement is the moon. Here, on the contrary, the moon is consumed by light, betrayed by its dark escorts as they themselves fade into the blue of a knew day, to carress the sun, which, in my world, happens to be the acccomplice of darkness.
Darkness is all consuming and has its partners in crime in the most beautiful of things. Me, for instance, I consider myself a creature of the night. I have considered myself so since my first year, after meeting Tom. Tom was going to consume me into his darkness, but instead my darkness consumed him. Harry didn't do a fuck. He only arrived in the chamber and came horribly close to being swallowed by Tom's pathetic excuse for darkness. See, me and Tom were playing a game. For the moment, I was allowing him to win, so that I could explore the depths of his mind as he slowly became reality, explore his intentions towards me and the world.
And his intentions were nothing but evil, I'll admit. But mine weren't all that good either. Tom was the only friend I ever had, who actually understood my mind and how I thought and made the world out to me. My family always neglected me, for who needed a daughter with, what, nine sons!?!? I was the only girl, therefore insignificant. And I grew with it being so, and with me the darkness grew consuming my heart a bit more every year on my birthday, which often went by unaccounted for...until Harry came.
It didn't take a blind man to see Harry was deeply infatuated with me by his third year. Not to be snobbish, but I was beautiful then, though only twelve. My eyes were not brown, but amber, light to the point of yellowness, like a she-wolf's. My freckles had by now faded by lack of sunlight, since I rarely ventured out where the light could hit me. And my hair was a deep bloody red, and often seemed to drip blood when it was wet. I kept it long and let it be straight and dip precariously around my pale face.
I knew Harry liked me, but after meeting Tom I no longer liked Harry. I put up the show for the sake of old times. It wouldn't go down well with the 'rents if they knew I was being ungrateful to the one who had supposedly 'saved my life'. Well, Harry Potter, actually, you didn't. You interrupted my game.
I wasn't angry with Harry though, more like passive whenever we were alone. Ask him and he would tell you. I wasn't quite cold to him, but I definetly wasn't warm. I was stone. Yes, stone is the right term. He said, 'Hi Ginny,' and I would look at him with hard eyes and turn away before trudging up to my dormitory. I suppose that gave him the impression I was shy. Oh well, at least he knows I'm not shy now.
No, I'm definetly not shy now. More like I'm happy to my heart's content. I'm in love. The person whom I love loves me back, and he's my best friend, too. Best of all he understands better than even Tom. I can talk to him, and he will listen and lend me his advice. And his darkness, his willingness to consume is forever there. Though he cannot consume me, I cannot consume him either. We are equals.
There has never been a better pair than us, both, though our families strongly disagree. He killed his father, one less person to worry about. I'm not going to kill my family. I'm just going to sit around and watch them suffer in the wake of my love. I'm his dark bride, he my dark prince. We are in love, and we will forever be so.
Here is our story.
Author's Note: Another dark, angsty Fic from your's truly. This one is a bit of a nowfanow thing. It'll be short, like two chapter, at most five. I'm aiming for two, so don't flame me about length, because I want it to be short. Its more of an experiment than anything, something I'm writing soley for myself and my benefit. Its weird. Review.