Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is part of my Holiday Fic Event. You can find out more about it on my profile page. If you like this fic, please read the others that are part of this event - I've mentioned them right beneath the Holiday Fic section. This fic is a little bit of a follow-up to another story I've written called A Not Quite Broken Promise.

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Ginny's Point of View

I don't remember half of my time with Tom Riddle's fifteen- or sixteen-year-old soul. I was eleven, and for most of the time that I was with him, I was either possessed or passed-out.

But I do remember what he was like right before his presence almost killed me – when Harry couldn't wake me up in the Chamber.

He was sweet, and kind, and like somebody else's older brother – I can remember wondering to myself why none of my brothers were like him. He asked me about my dreams and ambitions; about my family. He was even attentive and supportive when I told him that I thought I liked Harry – what kind of boy is like that at fifteen?

After a while, I began to become extremely sleepy – I just needed to take some heavy time off and really sleep. I wanted to sleep for days; weeks; I would have slept for years if Harry hadn't killed Tom.

Sometimes I regret the fact that Harry destroyed him. He was like my one true listener… But that's selfish, and, after all, he couldn't keep the one promise that I asked him to make.

I needed him to be with me when I awoke from that deep sleep.

Tom was gone when I woke up.

Harry was in his place.

It was immediately obvious what had happened. Harry had killed him. I'd already decided, though – if Tom couldn't keep the one promise, then why did he need me?

The answer was simple:

He didn't.

So I chose Harry.

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