Summary: Everyone thought Ginny would be fine, even Ginny herself. Her diary says otherwise.
Rated: T
Genre: General
Warning Tag: Mentions of Possession; Obsessed With Tormentor
Just Me...
August 21st, 1993
My name is Ginevra Weasley. During my first year at Hogwarts, I came in contact with a cursed diary that looked very similar to you. I am not sure what compelled me to take you from the second-hand bookstore, maybe it was your faux leather cover that lured me in. Whatever the case, I shamelessly stole you. I want to tell you I am not afraid to write in you. I will not let my fear of what happened to me consume my life.
He is not real. He can no longer hurt me.
You are just a diary. You cannot hurt me.
August 26th
I know summer is drawing to a close when the overcast skies in the early mornings leave a cold dew on the grass and windows of The Burrow. These dreary mornings remind me of when I found myself walking on Hogwarts grounds before sunrise in winter, diary in hand as I wrote to him my doubts. He assured me I wouldn't remember my visit to the coop to catch the roosters that strutted out to sound their morning song.
Yet I do remember.
Their blood dripped from my fingers and onto the snow. In the twilight before dawn, it looked like spilled ink splattered on a white canvas. I remember the darkness that gripped my mind; it was him. I never felt more scared but secretly thrilled to feel so close to his shadowed self...
But he is not real. He cannot hurt me anymore.
August 29th
Sometimes I think I can hear him whisper to me during the days like today. The grey sheet of clouds above cover the sky and sunlight, but still illuminates a different brightness to the earth.
I can hear him speaking about my potential and my abilities as a witch. About how I can do great things with them if I learned to control and harness my magic. He showed me a few times how powerful I could become, and I hate to say that I liked the feeling.
August 31st
I feel like you are mocking me for being what you are, diary. There are times I hope that you would respond and tell me I'm not crazy. That he is still lurking on the edges of my mind and soul. Everyone says that I will be fine and I will not experience residual effects from it.
But I am.
His whispers grow stronger every time I focus on his soothing voice. His desire for me to write about him, to remember him, grows every day.
I remember a particularly bad day I was having at Hogwarts. I finished dinner and proceeded to my dorms to write to him. A boy and girl in my year cut me off and was teasing me about my fraying hemline on my robes.
I felt the darkness grip my mind as my frustration and anger grew—I knew it was him wishing to take control. I held on, conscious enough to know I drew my wand, conscious enough to shout the curse from my lips at them, conscious enough to know he allowed me full control of my actions but applauded my success as I fled the corridor that filled with bats.
It made me feel powerful. He made me feel powerful. I miss it. I miss him.
I hoped that you would give me that feeling again as I carry you possessively everywhere I go, concealed in my bag to not raise concern from others.
However, I will not stop writing to him through you until his whispers tell me to stop.
September 1st
It's overcast again today—my new favorite weather. It reminds me of you, Tom. Your gloom, your paleness, your presence. You.
This year will not be the same without your guidance…
I have never left, my little witch.
Originally Written For:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)
Monthly Challenge For All
The Houses Competition
Word Count: 643
Originally Written: September 2018
