Chapter 12: (The Voice of Virginia Weasley)

The judge said son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die.
I said not a word, though it meant my life,
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.

Ginny backed up away from the scene and placed herself by the wall where no one would see or bother her. She saw Harry chuck the chocolate aside; it clearly wasn't helping him much.
Concentrating with everything she had, concentrating so hard she could no longer hear anything, of feel the wind, she looked at Voldemort and entered his mind.
Hello, Tom. Ginny thought in a whisper, and she saw Voldemort's head twitch; he wasn't expecting someone to be able to do Occulumency on him.
Tom. She called his voice in a tune. Have we succeeded, Tom? Voldemort looked angrier than before.
No, no, you haven't. Her voice sounded definite in his head. You haven't even managed to successfully re-open the Chamber of Secrets. You've been banished time and time again. You flinch in the face of Headmaster Dumbledore, the greatest wizard to ever live. Even your father hated you.
 Voldemort was fighting Dumbledore harder that ever, but Ginny knew that Dumbledore could handle him.

You're father hated you because he knew you would be a failure, Tom, and you are. That's why you hate yourself.

"Get out!" Voldemort shouted out loud. But Ginny wasn't letting go.

Do you think your so-called 'faithful' supporters know you're a failure? I bet they can see right through you, Tom. Yes, they know, if they really thought you could be the greatest Wizard of all time they would have gone looking for you when you were banished. But who went looking? Who went looking Tom? Ginny smiled to herself, it was working, Voldemort was getting frustrated.
When are you going to stop lying to yourself, Tom? You know you've failed, we all do.

'Stop calling me Tom! My name is Lord Voldemort!'

Lord? Lord, Voldemort? Tell me Tom, who made you a Lord? You who couldn't even defeat a one-year-old boy!
Voldemort glanced at Harry and Ginny thought she had made a big mistake. Harry had recently thrown up and was still recovering from being surrounded by over fifteen Dementors for so long. She thought quickly.
You know that prophecy, Tom? The one that your clumsy Death Eaters caused Harry to drop? Do you know what it says, Tom? Do you want to know? I think you do.

Dumbledore looked as if it was taking more of his energy to continue fighting Voldemort and Sirius and Tonks noticed this too. There were inching their way over to him slowly to help.

He's going to kill you Tom. Fifth time's a charm.

"We've only fought four times." And in Voldemort's mind, Ginny heard him chuckle.
Fool. No Tom, he fought you again when your sixteen-year-old self, preserved in a diary, tried to re-open the chamber, and almost fully succeeded if it wasn't for Harry. Didn't Malfoy tell you? It must have slipped his mind. This time though, you didn't even manage to kill anyone.
Voldemort looked at Harry, Harry was staring at him determinedly. He knew what he had to do.
Ginny knew that she could not break what was left of Voldemort's spirit any more, so she sent him one last message, her voice in a whisper:

This time, Tom, you die.

Oh, she walks these hills in a long black veil.
She visits my grave when the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.