❛ you might've had others fooled, ❜ she's got a wand on his neck, from behind — a cowardly pose, one would dare even comment — but had they been genuinely face-to-face, ginny isn't sure the extent of harm she could've unloaded. or worse, the extent of grief that would've overflowed right through her at the sight of his young, unblemished face. the very same face she had caught a glimpse on years ago before unconsciousness overtook her and she had realised then, with a terrifying thought, that she will soon die because of this boy. she will die, because he had deemed her easy to.
❛ not me, ❜ ginny's voice resounds, a strong thing - though in truth, she could see the tips of her wand shaking under the grasp of her own trembling hand. what a pathetic sight. even after years, he still had this much hold of her. and she- she understands it, alright. she gets that harry and dumbledore and quite literally everyone else outside of ron is tryin' to tell her that this isn't quite the same tom riddle, but how could they truly know ? how could they be so sure ? on her worser days, she still dreams of him. not quite like harry does, of course, but he is still there. he still haunts.
and he always will — that is his curse. the mark he leaves.
❛ tell me. ❜ her wand presses harder against his nape and ginny pretends she hasn't done so out of fear. that this is only courage. that this is only necessary. ❛ why'd you go to meet him ? ❜
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