AN- Set during 5th year, mostly AU
Disclaimer- I own nothing except the plot.
~ Ginevra ~
Ginevra is tired. Tired of the whole Chamber of Secrets thing plaguing her everywhere she goes. No one will ever let her live it down as they treat her like a fragile piece of glass.
She hates it, she no longer thinks of Tom or the Chamber until everyone else brings it up. And even then it does not bother her. She isn't dreaming of him nor does she feel any bit of him "lingering within her", as she heard the Order speaking about her. If anything she feels like she lost a friend, but not a good enough friend to lament over.
And if that wasn't bad enough, she just doesn't feel like she belongs. She feels smothered; like a flame covered by a thick blanket. She feels like she's dying, and no one notices; they never did.
Not even when she stayed home while Ron went to Hogwarts his first year. Her parents acted like she wasn't there, so she stayed in her room, or walked in the woods, or went to their small "Quidditch clearing" and rode around on her grandfather's old Shooting Star. It was over 30 years old, so it was rather slow and didn't go very high, but she would just lay forward on it and let it lull her sleep in its circling.
And then when everyone was home they always talked over her, or for her, or at her, but never really to her; nor did they ever listen. Even at school no one seemed to listen.
On occasion she'd watch Draco and Blaise, seeing them just talking and standing out among the Slytherins. They were always listened to, they were never overlooked or forgotten; they seemed content and carefree. They were as close to happy as she could tell. They were how she wanted to be, how she longed to be.
Why should she stay with those who don't seem to want her around? She didn't even feel sad at the thought of leaving. Would she even miss them? Could she be a Slytherin?
Only one way to find out…