Title: Possession
Summary: Not everything is what it seems. Ginny is taken hostage by the Dark Lord.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
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I had expected him to come days ago. Hour after hour I had listened intently to every sound. Would it be him? Were it footsteps I was hearing? His footsteps? I refused to believe that he would leave me here alone in this dungeon. He wouldn't let me die here. I was chosen. He needed me. But everything stayed silent. I had no food, no water. Had I made an error in judgement? Perhaps I was just another random victim. For the first time in days I felt scared.
I couldn't sleep that night. Somehow every sound seemed to be intensified by the dark. I heard water dripping steadily every few seconds and focused my attention on it until it drove me crazy. I wanted to scream. Why couldn't he just kill me? Why did he torture me like this? I needed peace. Quiet. I would do anything if I could just get out of here.
It was then that he came. As if he had felt my desperation, had sensed the empty broken human being I had become. By then I was so tired, so dehydrated that I wasn't sure whether I actually heard footsteps or if it were just my imagination. I dared not to hope.
"I hope you have learned from this, little girl."
His voice spoke maliciously. I bit my tongue, knowing that he was trying to provoke me by calling me 'girl' again. He laughed.
"Biting your tongue, Ginevra?"
"My name is Ginny."
I retorted calmly, my bloodshot eyes watching him. He shook his head, seemingly amused.
"I moved on from such petty things as names a long time ago Ginevra. It does not matter who you were, only who you are and who you want to become."
"Who you were shapes who you are now. You are still Tom Riddle, no matter how deep you think you've buried him inside your soul."
"Is that so? Perhaps that is why you were not scared of me then...thought it was Tom Riddle who desired you here."
He was right. Though part of me was scared of the terrible powers of Lord Voldemort, I could see behind the red eyes, even behind the snake-like appearance. I could see something – or rather someone – in him he had proclaimed dead long ago. Past the air of indifference and power I could see right into the soul of a scared, abandoned youth. I couldn't be scared of someone who was once my friend. Someone who I pitied.
"Do not pitty me, silly girl."
He did not show it, but somehow I knew that he hated being pitied. Perhaps it came from being an orphan.
"I always pity bullies."
I said, smiling sweetly at him. His eyes narrowed.
"I am no mere bully! I am Lord..."
"Lord Voldemort. Yes, I know. You-Know-Who...Dark Lord...He Who Must Not Be Named...for someone who is not interested in such – what did you call it, petty? – things as names, you do have quite a few."
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A/N: Sorry if this chapter ends rather abruptly. I want them to communicate, but not in-depth communication just yet. Anyway, all will be revealed in later chapters. If you have any ideas or suggestions for this story, please leave them in a review!