Thread: After the End (Harry Potter, KC and Googl)

Ginny He gripped her chin without warning, lifting her head towards him and staring down at her. For a crazy moment Ginny was convinced that he was about to kiss her. Her hands came up between them to push against his chest, as though she could compel him to move away. Then his mind invaded hers, with a force of will that rendered Ginny incapable of movement... even of thought. He swatted her surface thoughts aside like flies and delved into her memories, sifting through until he found her first year at Hogwarts. Ginny could only stand there impotently as Voldemort perused her memories and more shockingly, how Ginny had felt about him during that time. She couldn't even blink. Ginny was forced to stare up into his face, the beautiful cold savagery that had been Tom Riddle. His grip on her jaw was painful now and it felt as though her skull would shatter beneath the force of this terrible violation. Ginny became aware of his growing satisfaction in the rebound of emotions that he momentarily bared to her. His mild amusement at her childhood infatuation with him was also evident. None of this showed on his face however and suddenly he seemed to realise that some of his own feelings were bleeding through. He closed himself off once more, smirking and then withdrew from her mind. Physical rape could hardly have been a worse ordeal for Ginny. Her mind felt violated and ravaged in a way that seemed to penetrate to the very essence of her being. Like a house burglar Voldemort had broken in and torn through her mind, ransacking and scattering her thoughts, feelings and memories. He... which is to say I, loved you... and you felt that for me didn't you? He chuckled, emphasising the deep and melodic quality of Tom Riddle's voice. Ginny could only stand there in total shock as he released her chin and stepped away. Her mind was still reeling, looking around at the devastation inside her head with no clue how to even begin restoring order once more. Seeing him smile and laugh was highly disturbing. Tom's features were momentarily transformed. Just for that moment, there was no hint of a sneer on his face. His gaze seemed open, honest and full of love. The full force of the charm he had wielded in his younger years hit Ginny like a punch to the gut. You were willing to sacrifice everything to restore me to life... and you would have live Ginerva, if your heart had stopped for even a moment then I would have been reborn and I could have saved you with ease. If not for Potter then I would have been back so much sooner, I would have raised you up as my queen... you would have the power that I can give you, money any vault in Gringotts open before you, the Minister of Magic serving you whatever food or drink strikes your fancy, but Potter took that dream life away from you, the same little fool who wouldn't even give you the time of your day when you practically worshipped at his feet. The sardonic edge crept back into his voice as he taunted about Harry's indifference when she had been younger. Ginny clung to it, for it served to remind her who she was dealing with here. His eyes became cold and hard once more, mocking her. He still hasn't even touched you has he... not really anyway? I won't need to rape you Ginerva, I expect that very soon you will give yourself to me no matter how I look. Tom's face blanched and his nose began to shrink. Ginny turned her face away as he returned to his white, red eyed, noseless form. His self assurance suddenly made her nauseous. Ginny met Voldemort's gaze bravely. Fuck it, she was going down swinging. Curious then 'Tom' that you made me write in blood 'her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever. A girl could take that to mean that you had every intention of buying your life with mine. She stepped away from him, pacing angrily. Harry had no real idea how I felt about him back then. That was largely because I was confiding in you and your spirit in that diary was much older than me, easily able to outwit and manipulate me. You shook my faith in Harry at every opportunity and set yourself up as my next schoolgirl crush. How I felt about you back then is a testament to your poisonous influence over a very young girl, not to how I would have felt about you had I any idea who and what you were. She stopped in front of him now, glaring up into his hideous face with utter loathing exuding from her every pore. The only reason Harry hadn't touched her was because of his determination to find the horcruxes and his terror that Ginny could be used to get to him. Her continued virginity was therefore entirely Voldemort's fault. So you go nuts with your mindrape and your bait and switch but you're not fooling me again Tom. Best you do live forever because if you expect me to 'give myself to you,' you will be waiting until the end of time.