Disclaimer: If I owned this, I would be even more paranoid than I already am. They'd have to lock me up. If they locked me up, there would be no HBP, so be grateful I own only Aunt Samantha. Oh! And Publishing Books. I guess I own those too. Cool. I like them.

A/N: This could be confusing. If you get confused, email me. I'll answer you personally unless it's a general confusion. Then I will try to correct it and replace the chapter(s) in question. Um...Since Ginny's talking, it's not a memory, really. But to avoid confusion, if she's speaking about the past (long long past) then its italicized and if she's reading the poem it's bold just like before. Hope I'm not too confusing. Sorry this chapter is so short...to make up for it, we'll consider the next one part of this one. Had to seperate, you see. Changed the POV.

Deep Inside

Chapter Three

Eleven Years Old: Young and Possessed

Hermione and Ginny headed for two squishy armchairs, close together and secluded, by the fire.

"Ginny," asked the ever inquisitive Hermione, "Is that a Publishing Book?" When Ginny nodded, the sixth year continued excitedly. "Ooh, those are rare and so cool. Do you write in it like a diary, or short stories, or poems, or what?"

"Well, it's a poem. I've added a couple stanzas each year since I got it. I'm rereading it from the beginning since I haven't in a while. It...um...brings back memories. Do you want me to read some out loud to you?"

"That'd be wonderful, Gin, and if you're up to it, I'd love to hear a bit of your memories too. No interruptions, I promise." Hermione was positively glowing in anticipation.

Ginny opened the cover a little bit reverently. "I'll just start where I left off then. This will be my first year year here at Hogwarts, your second.

"Have you ever been the youngest of seven?

"Have you ever been starting at a new school?

"Have you ever had such big shoes to fill?

"This is how I feel.

"When I first started at Hogwarts - actually for the first couple of years - nobody knew me for me. I was always 'the Weasley girl' or whoever's 'little sister'. And everybody was expecting me to be as serious as Percy, or as much fun as the twins, or as athletic as Charlie...Nobody knew me for me. For the longest time, I thought I needed to fill those shoes. But now I just make my own shoes, or go barefoot." Ginny flashed a quick grin at her older friend.

"Have you ever poured out your heart to a diary?

"Have you ever been possessed by an evil Dark Lord?

"Have you ever had it so bad you tried suicide?

"This is how I feel."

Ginny was quiet for a minute. "Hermione, you can't tell this to anyone, not even Ron. I've only told Harry, because he needed to know he wasn't the only one. I'm just not ready for anybody else to know.

"I felt so bad, right before he took me. I had just figured out what he was doing with me. It was all my fault for not noticing before. I tried to kill myself because of it. 'Us!' I said. 'Kill him too!' But Tom wouldn't let me. I tried so hard, Hermione!" The last sentence was practically a yell, overflowing with magical powers and pent-up emotions. All the ink bottles in the Common Room burst, causing many to look up once in disgust at the noise, then again at the ink. Ginny took no heed of them, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Tom said I wasn't allowed to die. He...he...he took me in the Chamber as a punishment for trying to hurt us. But the worst part was..." Tears were streaming down her face, unnoticed. "...it was Percy's fault. I was going to talk to Harry and Ron and see what they said to do. He scared me off at breakfast, telling Harry and Ron I didn't have anything important to say." Ginny suddenly howled her agony in a burst of more powerful magic than anyone but Harry could summon, more powerful than anything she could control. Every window in Hogwarts shattered despite their enchantments, and wards went down, setting off all kinds of alarms.

Dumbledore apparated into the Gryffindor Common Room moments later to see just what had happened.