The man is laughing. Why is he laughing? Who is he? Where am I? I can't remember how I got here, in this strange hall-like place. It's dark, with a slight ominous green glow, which illuminates the man's skin, making it appear almost translucent. Like a ghost.
I'm scared. I recognise him now. It's Tom Riddle. The man I poured my heart out to. The man I tried so hard to get out of my life. He's dangerous. I know that now. I have to get out.
I turn and run, desperate to get away from this nightmare but not knowing where I just left or where I am going. The sound of my footsteps splashing in the water that seems to cover the floor in this place is almost drowned out by the sound of my heart beating wildly in my chest. But that's good. As long as I can hear that heartbeat, I know I am alive. And I'll stay alive for a while yet. I have to… I can't die like this. No one will ever know what happened. How he manipulated me. How I tried to stop this. My mum… What will she think? And Harry? Where is he now, my saviour, my knight in shining armour?
Tom Riddle appears out of thin air, blocking my path. He's stopped laughing; he has a small, menacing smile playing on his lips.
"Ginny Weasley. You've been invaluable to me. Thank you; this would never have happened without your assistance. However, there's no use running. There is nowhere to run to. You are already dying; no one can save you now. Not even Harry Potter." He smirks and I can't fight the tears anymore. They run fast, hot down my freezing cold face. I'm shivering. How can this be the end? I can feel my energy draining from me as I fall to the floor. But I will not die. He will come. I'll wait here for him.
I can see my life flashing before my eyes. That's what they say happens when you die, isn't it? But I see them, my family. I'm five years old. Fred and George are pulling at my plaits, telling me wearing plaits turns your hair into snakes. Like Medusa. I stick my tongue out and tell them I'll use the snakes to gobble them up. They laugh and pat my head, saying they've taught me well. I wonder what will happen to them if I die. Would they ever be the same troublemakers they are now? Will they lose their sparkle? I couldn't bear that…
I'm six now and Ron's trying to teach me to play chess. He's so patient with me, but I just can't do it. I'm only six. I get upset, frustrated I can't do something the others can.
"It's not fair!" I moan, and Ron puts his arms around me to calm me down.
"It's okay," he says, "You'll learn. You're the smartest little sister in the whole world."
Now I'm seven, saying goodbye to Charlie as he goes off to Romania. I'm crying, and I won't let go of him. I've already lost one of my big brothers, Bill. He's gone to work at Gringotts. And Percy's gone to Hogwarts now. The house is so empty…
The memories keep coming, faster and faster. They're blurring together, but I can make out one person. Harry Potter, the day I first met him on platform nine and three-quarters. Him smiling at me and saying hello a year later as he sat in my kitchen, eating breakfast. I run from the room, terrified of him. Harry Potter.
Why couldn't he be here now? Why couldn't he save me? Wake me up from this nightmare?
No, he will be here. I will not die! I will survive. He will be here; I'll wait here for him. It will be okay when he's here.
I'm scared though. I can't keep my eyes open for much longer. The darkness is coming; I can feel it. Soon it will engulf me.
Come quickly, Harry.
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