It's a dark room, and suddenly he is in it.
"You kept me waiting," I sat, wet and cold, dripping.
"You want me here now?" he taunts.
"I do."
"Then it's done."
And suddenly I am falling, falling, there is no hole I the ground, there is no ground, Tom, how could you, how, oh why, you're not with me, not at all, you said you would be....
His voice sneers in my ears, and my head, and all around me, ringing, silver bells off in the distance, "You are never alone...I am always with you, whether you want me or not."
Suddenly my passage is halted-
I'm a marionette again. He's got the strings, I know it- but I cannot look up and see him, I cannot move of my own will. My eyes are glassy, and I feel light. My wooden figure dances and skips and whirls across the stage....
Tom- I love you- I hate you- how – why- how could you- but every word is caught up in my wooden throat.
Finally my mouth opens, to scream, I think, but it's him speaking, through my mouth, in my voice, the words he wants me to say but never will.
"Tom, I hate you. Leave me alone. You're evil, no one will ever hold you. Leave me."
That's not truth, but he doesn't want to hear it- he throws me threw the air and my strings snap. I'm no longer his marionette.
"You will never make me leave," he says icily, "Let me show you something beautiful."
And he whispers- "Crucio."
And my mind is screaming and I 'm burning and I'm crying and sweating and cursing his name, Tom, oh, Tom, Tom....
And the fires die down and I settle into ash, and Fawkes flies out, like he did last time, but no more phoenix song- instead there is a violin, a violin played by a wretched child who has not put enough rosin on the bow. It cannot sound a pretty thing, it only squeaks and Tom is laughing and crying and I am sobbing his name again...
"Ginny! Wake up, sweetheart, it's only a dream!" Mum yells, and hugs me. Belatedly I realise I have tears on my cheeks. When she leaves I get ready to sleep again...not before I've seen that my sweater is green.