So I totally hit writers block on my other fic, but this was has been flowing pretty well so I should get it finished a lot sooner. Sorry to anyone who was expecting an ending on the other one.
Disclaimer: I take a lot of scenes directly from the books as in I'll copy exact passages, just for the sake of showing Ginny's POV in the scenes she is included in. My fic starts in The Chamber of Secrets and goes pretty quickly through books two through six. The main part of the fic will start set Half-Blood Prince through The Deathly Hallows. The plot of my fic follows the plot of the HP series until the very ending, which is still moderately the same. i acknowledge that although i put a twist on Rowling's plot I, sadly, own nothing.
Hope you guys enjoy.
She was twelve. She woke up on the cold, damp ground that was the Chamber of Secrets. The long thick snake that had been attacking students all year lay dead on the ground only five yards from her. She blinked and saw Harry covered in blood. His blood? Then she saw her diary- Tom's diary. Oh. It was ink. Harry was covered in thick, gooey, black ink.
'It was gone!' She thought mournfully. 'Oh what have I done?' She sat up and Harry walked towards her. She was so torn. She knew Tom was evil, he shouldnt've gotten away with the terrible things he was doing- they were doing. But he was her friend . . . As much as she hated him, she couldn't wish death on her friend. Her mind was racing. She drew a great shuddering gasp and tears began to pour down her face. She had to explain, he had to understand . . .
"Harry- Oh, Harry- I tried to tell you at b-breakfast, but I c-couldn't say it in front of Percy- it was me, Harry- but I- I s-swear I d-didn't mean to- R-Riddle mad me, he t-took me over- and- how did you kill that- that thing? W-where's Riddle? The last thing I r-remember is him coming out of the diary-"
It hadn't been her, he had forced her! But where was he? A dreadful, terrible part of her wanted to see him. . .
Harry was talking, her mind was racing too fast to pay any attention.
"I'm going to be expelled!" she wept as Harry helped her to her feet. She kept blubbering, not really paying attention to what she was saying. They walked quite a while and then Harry yelled. She heard her brother, Ron, yell in reply.
"Ginny!" he reached through a large gap in a wall of rocks that she was sure hadn't been there before and he pulled her through to the other side. Immediately he started asking a million questions. Oh she just wanted Tom! She began to cry even harder. Then she was holding Professor Lockhart's hand and they were flying up pipes by means of a large, beautiful bird.
Then there was the reunion with her family and Harry took over telling the story and she took refuge on her mother's shoulder, still crying. She was going to be expelled, she just knew it. Then Professor Dumbledore, the wonderful man, gave an explanation and she was off the hook. Of course, then he began to tell about Tom in his school days, and she hated herself for drinking in every word about him, wanting to hold onto her best friend for a few moments longer.
Then her mother was scolding her for not being more careful and they exited the exquisite office of Professor Dumbledore. They took her home that night, she didn't say goodbye to any of her friends. Not that she cared about them, the dreadful, horrible part of her thought. She just wanted Tom back. She hugged a spare pillow to herself as she lay in bed crying.
"Oh get a hold of yourself, Ginevra!" snapped a brisk, important voice. She gasped and looked around.
"W-who's there?" she sniffled, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand.
"It's me." came the voice, glumly.
"Tom?" she asked timidly, thinking she must be dreaming.
"No. The Easter bunny. Who else would it be?" he replied bitterly.
"B-but Harry. . . Harry killed you . . . " she said, feeling very stupid. Tom sighed.
"I'm in your head."
"You're in my head." she repeated in bemusement.
"Yes." Ginny laid back down and scrunched her eyes in concentration.
". . . How?" Tom sighed loudly in her head again, sounding bored.
"I slipped in, right before Harry ruined my journal, just like I have been doing all year."
"You . . . oh!" she gasped. Then all of a sudden, her misery at her loss was swept away by a flood of anger and she thought loudly at him, "You bastard! How could you make me do all that terrible stuff! Get out of my head! And. . . why aren't you controlling me?" her voice changed from angry to suspicious.
"As for the first, I am Lord Voldemort, you silly girl, what would I make you do that wouldn't be terrible? And as for the latter two, believe me, I definitely do not want to be inside your head, I've had enough of your girlish problems all year, I am more than ready to be rid of you, however i can't seem to get out of here or control you so I'm . . . stuck here with you." he said nastily.
"For how long?" she asked calculatively.
"I haven't the slightest."he sighed.
"Well then. Until you leave, I will make sre every second that you spend inside my head will be spent in penance."
"Oh, is that so?" he drawled.
"Yes," she said firmly. "You won't ever do terrible things through me again."
"Oh, you think so, do you?"he asked tartly.
"Just going to be little Miss Perfect now?" he mocked.
"As a matter of fact, yes. You'll regret ever choosing my head to inhabit Tom Riddle!"
"I am Lord Voldemort!" he yelled. "And as if I had a choice about who's head to inhabit. It was either you or the boy."She smirked.
"Okay, Tom." she said with a smile and fell asleep.
She was fourteen. She sat in the stands of the Quidditch pitch gazing down with all the other students from Hogwarts and the select few from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton. She rolled her eyes.
"This is ridiculous." she thought.
"What?" came Tom's voice from inside her head.
"This." she stated, frustrated.
"And what, praytell, is this?" Tom asked again.
"We can't even see what's gong on! They should've made the hedges transparent to the non-competitors or something." she growled.
"Would you like me to tell you what's going to happen?" came the coy reply.
"Tom! What did you do!?"
"Oh, you'll see my dear, you'll see."
"Tom Marvolo Riddle you tell me right this instant!" she commanded. Tom laughed. "Oh I hate you." she grumbled. "Whatever it is, I hope it makes you leave my head and rot." she muttered mutinously.
"Oh, come Ginvera, you'd be devastated without me, you've come to rely on me. Don't deny it."
"I most certainly do not!" she replied indigantly. And for once, he was quiet. "What? No remark from you oh-all-knowing-one?" she prodded. She could feel him glare at her.
"Just shut up won't you?" he said huffily.
"Oh don't be so butt hurt about it," she thought, rolling her eyes. "I swear, you're such a woman sometimes." He glared again.
"Gin?" someone, outside her head, called her.
"Oh, hm?" she replied. It was her best (tangible) friend, Parvati. And she, along with her other friends, Neville and Collin were looking at her expectantly. Lavendar was looking as well, but she had always hated Ginny so her look was more menacing than expectant.
"Are you okay?" Neville asked.
"What? Yes, I'm fine. . . " Ginny answered spacily. The three that were her friends exchanged looks.
"You've been awfully quiet," Collin explained.
"Oh, I've just-" she paused for a moment to formulate a lie, she couldn't very well tell them 'Oh, I've been busy conversing with Lord Voldemort, who is, by the way, still alive.' No, that wouldn't do at all. "I'm just worried for Harry is all." she finished lamely. Tom scoffed inside her head. She mentally glared at him.
"What? You expect me to tell them I was chatting with you do you?"
"I expect you to cover me up with someone who is not my arch-nemesis." he replied moodily.
"Oh, get over it." she thought, rolling her eyes. He huffed and shut up, pouting.
"This is stupid," Ginny said aloud to her friends.
"What is?" Parvati asked.
"We can't see anything!" she voiced in exasperation.
"It is rather frustrating." Neville agreed.
"I'm bored." Tom said sullenly.
"Well are you done pouting?" she asked haughtily, extracting herself from her friend's conversation. He didn't reply. "Don't tell me you're bored unless you're done pouting." she directed as if to a five year old.
"Fine, what?" she prompted.
"Fine, I'm done pouting . . . Talk to me again." he requested darkly. Ginny couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You're so cute," she thought to Tom as Parvati, Neville, and Collin threw her odd looks and Lavendar shot her a dirty look.
"What are you on about?" Collin asked.
"Oh, just a joke I heard earlier," she said with a smile. Then she was once again, in conversation with Tom and she shut out her friends.
". . . by the way, Ginevra, I'll be leaving now." Tom told her as the sun began to set and people started igniting their wand tips for light.
"Leaving?" Ginny asked, amused. "And where might you be going, hmm?"
"My body is about to rise." he stated simply.
"Your body is about to rise." she repeated.
"Yes, darling. You have felt me slip away for small moments of time lately. I've been planning with a faithful servant of mine to restore me to my body."
"Oh, Tom! Shame on you! You can't be out in the world! You're dangerous!"
"Oh, we both know I'm much more than that, Ginevra dear."
"Tom! You terrible, horrible. . ."
"Goodbye Ginevera, until we meet again. . ." his voice trailed away softly, leaving her alone. More alone than she had been in quite a while, even amidst all of the people there. Ginny furrowed her eyebrows furiously.
What a predicament this left her in. She was honor bound to tell someone. But how in the world would she explain without everyone writing her off as crazy? Just because she said she heard the Dark Lord in her head didn't prove anything. And even if they did believe her, they would be quite angry with her for not divulging the information at anytime in the past two years. She debated silently with herself, unused to not hearing a voice reply to her thoughts. But then a disturbance on the field shook her from her silent dealings.
Harry was back. So was Cedric. But the latter of the two looked unconcious.
'Hm. Wonder what happened.' she thought with interest, waiting in vain for Tom to scoff at Harry and rattle a completely bogus excuse to explain him winning as opposed to another contestant. She sighed, willing herself to not think of it.
It was later that night and Ginny lay in bed glaring up at the top of her four poster bed. So she was saved from exposing her dirty little secret because Harry had escaped her resurrected Tom and was able to warn Dumbledore. So it wasn't on her shoulders. Poor Harry.
She couldn't believe Tom. She had always known he was inherently evil, but for some fool reason some part of her had thought, maybe- just maybe- he could change. She laughed bitterly to herself. For Merlin's sake, he had tried to kill Harry and succeeded in doing such to poor Cedric Diggory. Bah. She needed to sleep. It had been so long since she had had to fall asleep on her own, she wasn't sure if she remembered how. . .
So that's chapter one. Remember to REVIEW!!