My love was a marionette

by the Unrequited Lover

Ginevra Weasely was a little doll, and when Tom Riddle told her to dance, she danced, when he said sleep, she slept, and her sleep was tainted with him but can he himself pull away from her? For he poured his soul into his marionette...

3. Dreams

"Ginny!" Hermione cried, waking her up.

"What?"

"You were dreaming again. Clutching at your pillow. Are you sure you're alright?"

"What did I say?"

"You only said a single word," Hermione said, looking away.

"What did I say, Hermione?" Ginny bit her lip. A trickle of blood fell down it.

"Tom." She replied.

Sometimes when I sleep, I see him. He doesn't know I can, I think, otherwise he wouldn't let me see him.

Because he cries. He buries his head in his arms and tears trickle silently down his cheeks. I told Hermione. She understands more than I'll ever know. She tells me they're just dreams.

They aren't just dreams. The diary was destroyed. But he was a memory.

Imprisoned in a diary. Until Ginevra Weasely let him out. I was a fool to do that. It wasn't wise.

But now his memory is not in the diary. Now it is in me. I remember you, Tom.