Secret Keeper
Part 2 of 3
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Ginny thrashed and seized, sweat pouring off her body, knuckles white from grabbing her sheets, muscles clenched, toes curled, a series of soft gasps occasionally escaping her lips…
Ginny cried unto Tom's shoulder. "I- I've missed you so much, Tom. How long has it been? The last time I felt you near me was in the Ministry, but that was so long ago… so long…" she sobbed.
"Now, now, dear. Stop all this. You're strong, Ginevra. You're strong, beautiful, powerful. You are a pureblood, a superior." Tom told her.
"I feel so alone sometimes, Tom. I can't take it, I'm not strong; I can't deal with all this…"
"You are a God amongst insects. Never let anyone tell you different."
"Tom?" Ginny asked.
"Yes?"
"Why do you do all this?"
"Do what, Ginny?" Tom asked her.
"Try to kill Harry, try to take over, all that. You're hurting people, Tom. Why do you do it?"
Riddle sighed. "Because, Ginny, people just don't know what's good for them. If people are getting hurt, it's because they're standing in the way of progress, of righteousness. My way is the right ay, Ginny, but people just don't see that. With me in charge, things would be so much easier. There would be no more fighting, no more war. If they would only see it my way, I wouldn't have to hurt them. You learned that lesson well, dear."
"Yes, Tom." She agreed. "People should listen to you, Tom. You're so smart. I love you, Tom."
Riddle smiled his wicked grin again, hugging Ginny tighter. "I love you, too, dearest."
"Tom, how did we get here? Here, in the Chamber? Last I remember, I was home, asleep." Ginny inquired.
"Yes, I didn't think you would remember. I came and got you. I saw you were feeling badly, and I just couldn't let my beloved Ginevra suffer like that, so I came and got you. But the strain of your first Apparition, and through some of Dumbledore's weak enchantments, no less, you blacked out. I was quite scared."
"Of course, Dumbledore's charms and spells wouldn't be any match for you, Tom. You're powerful. More powerful than he is, and probably more powerful than Harry, either." Ginny praised.
"Yes, I'm strong, but without you, I'm merely a man. What good is a king without a queen, a so-called dark lord without his dark lady? Nothing, nothing. We complete each other perfectly, my dearest, my love. You need me, but just as much do I need you at my side, always, for without you, I'm am but a lonely half of a whole glorious partnership."
Tom assured her.
"That was beautiful, Tom. It was so poetic, and so true. We were made for each other, you and I."
"Oh, yes, Ginny. You and I, together, we're stronger than anything that Dumbledore or his boy Potter can throw our way."
"That silly Potter boy. I can't believe I ever liked him, the weak, brooding fool. Consorting with Muggle-lovers like Dumbledore and my ridiculous family." Ginny seethed.
"Ah, Ginevra. You sound more and more like me each passing moment…
Just what I was hoping for."
TBC