Letter 2
Dear Tom
So I wasn't writing for the last time after all, as I thought I would be. In a way, I feel weak for talking to you again. That I still need to. But you can't hear me, or read this. I suppose it's alright then, isn't it? You're not here to think what a stupid little fool I am.
Well, today Nevil and I were cruciated because they tried to get us to confess that we wrote the big "long live Harry Potter" message on the wall right at the front of the great hall. We didn't admit it. I don't know how I managed not to. I'm still shaking and it hurt so much! But at the same time I was enjoying how angry Amycus Carrow became when we refused to spill the beans. And I laughed at him as I left the office. I'm surprised he didn't come after me.
I'm also surprised, now that I think of it, that you never actually cruciated or hurt me much. Yes, I'm aware you were trying to charm me and obviously I wouldn't have been very charmed if you had used dark magic on me, but later in the year when you had me under your control anyway … it isn't because you loved me, I know. Maybe you just felt you didn't need to. I was always pretty compliant, wasn't I? Although you became so angry when I forgot you at the burrow and the time I threw you away in Myrtle's bathroom. You made me feel so guilty. Have you ever felt guilty Tom?
I wish I had been older. I would have had a better fighting chance, even if I didn't know all the things I know now. I might have seen through you much earlier. Perhaps I could have tried to bend you to my will. Not that I know what my will is anymore.
Alright, this is not helping today. I feel dead. Like this piece of paper in front of me. Like your diary is now. Like you are to me.
I love you, and goodnight
Ginny