All of the dolls in my room are broken. Mother's dolls. She never had a girl before. As a matter of fact, I'm the first in the whole history of Weaselys for a very long time. Mother's old dolls were very pretty once. But then she left them alone.
Things break when they are alone. Tom is breaking. My love.
I took them out and played with them. I made them clothes. I even brought them to school, and I still do. I play with my dolls. I never used to, not until my first year, when I met Tom. He taught me to play with dolls, and I did.
Especially marionettes. I put on puppet shows for Tom. He used to laugh coldly and say, "You're my marionette, Gin. See how you dance for me?"
I danced. I danced until my feet hurt.
I had a dream like that. I was on Hermione's muggle music box instead of that little ballerina. Tom wound up the music box and I danced. Then Harry came in and made him vanish. But then Harry left and I was alone in the dark. Tom had wound me up and wound me up and I was still dancing for him, even if he could not see it. I danced until I danced myself away.
You see, Tom wound me up and I danced for him, like a marionette doll. Then Harry ruined the diary. But I'm still dancing. And no one hears the music.
No matter. He'll come back and watch me dance again. He never let me down before.
He tells me in my sleep. "Ginny, it was all a mistake. I wouldn't have let you die. You would be like that for a while, but do you really think that I didn't have the power to bring you back?"
He's the most powerful Dark wizard in the world. He could if he wanted to.
A/n: dedicated to Unfortunate, who also wrote about marionettes. She should know right now that I am not stealing he ideas- I've been obsessed with marionettes. Everyone go read her story Puppet Queen and know that I didn't take her idea. I just happened to have the same idea as her.