The room was cold and damp. I lifted my head off the cold hard ground and felt sticky liquid run down my neck onto my back.
"Anyone there?" I called out into the dark. "Malfoy, you prat, are you there?"
"Silence, Blood Traitor!" Bellatrix's malicious voice called out somewhere in the distance. "You're annoying, my lord."
"The order will be here any minute to kick your master's butt, unless I beat them to it."
Bellatrix came into my line of vision, her face was twisted into a scowl. "How dare you? You insolent little girl, you dare insult the dark lord!"
"Your dark lord isn't so great. He will be defeated by Harry, you'll never win!" I smirked.
Her hand came across my face and I felt my ears ring. The smack echoed across the empty room.
"That's enough, Bellatrix." The calm, but raspy voice spoke.
"Yes, my lord." She bowed her head.
"I see the Malfoy boy has succeeded in bringing you to me." He hissed.
I stayed silent, refusing to look at him. My mind raced. It was him. The one who had plagued my thoughts for the last five years. If I wasn't so disgusted by the fact that he had murdered my loved ones, I would have blushed.
Dear Tom,
I'm glad I have you, no-one else understands. It's like we belong together! Promise me you'll never leave. I don't know what I'd do without you. Harry and Ron are so mean, and Hermione is too consumed with her books to ever care anymore!
Dear Ginevra,
I will always be here. You'll never have to fear losing me. You will always have me. Tell me about The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Dear Tom,
Harry thinks he's so much better than everyone else, because he defeated the dark lord, but he just got lucky. His mom's love protected him. There's nothing special about him. I hate him!
Now, with the dark lord standing in front of me, I feel bile rise in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I won't give him power over me.
"I asked you a question, Ginevra. I recommend you to answer it." His voice didn't rise, but it was laced with venom.
This wasn't Tom. Tom was... who am I kidding the real Tom was nothing like I thought he was. I thought he was kind and understanding. I thought I loved him. The real Tom was manipulative and evil. There had to be a time when he was innocent, there had to be good in there. I have to believe that.
"Ginevra, look at me." His voice was soft, and almost resembled Tom's, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Look at me!" He yelled, grabbing my head and snatching it to face him. Pain shot through my head and my vision began to blurred. When it cleared, I was staring directly into his eyes. Tom's eyes. Tears stung my eyes, My head was pounding, and began to feel heavy. Blood began to pour from my head slowly. His eyes held my gaze as I felt myself slipping into sleep. "Tom." I choked out, before fainting.