Possesion

Listens as the wind blows, across the great divide, voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time.

I awake in the night, I never sleep any more. My slumber is too filled with dreams of longing and aching. I am not happy here, no matter how much I pretend to my husband, to my friends or family. I miss him, I have missed him for so long. I know I was only a child then but fate was denied to me and here I am bounded forever. I married Harry because I thought he was what I wanted, what I desired. I had married him because I had thought he would change my heart but the heart is a constant.

The night is my companion, Solitude my Guide....

I craw out of the bed and I look at my husband, my Harry. He is only two years older than me but he is so much older, been through so much. Everyone remembers him but never me, I could die and no one would care. I am merely Ginny Weasley, no one's goddess except the one who left me.

Night is the same, my time of peace. I feel happy here, he is asleep, my child is asleep. This is the time that I can wonder, safely. No one here can tell me how to think and what to want, even if what I want was supposedly wrong in the long run. I miss his touch, his smile, he was the only one who cared for me. I get out of the bed and head out to greet the night.

Would I spend forever here and not feel satisified?

The wind cleanses me and wraps me in its kiss, begging me to dance for it, to love it. The stars are but crystals in the sky. There is nothing but fields and trees but even though stationary, I find that they can be more loyal. I lay in the grass and dream of him, my Tom Riddle.

And I would be the one to hold you down, kiss you so hard,I'll take your breath away
and after I'd wipe away the tears, just close your eyes dear.

Everyone thought that Riddle had tried to murder me but in all truth, we were co-conspiritors, partners-in-crime. He was the only one who ever showed me any interest and his interest at first was only for himself but in time, he grew to love me. We shared so many thoughts, so many dreams. When I had first started Hogwarts, I had thought that I had wanted Potter but in truth, when I left, I still lingered for Tom.

Through this world, so many times betrayed. Trying to find an honest word, the truth enslaved.

He died saying my name but neither Harry nor me would have said to anyone that he did. When Harry stabbed the book, he cried "Ginny!" There was no way that he had tried to kill me, he merely had me under Crucio. He did not want me dead, no we were planning to spend the rest of our lives together after Potter was dead. But Potter won and I lost Tom. I had lost the only soul that cared about me and I was officially dead inside.

After it was all over, I was not the same. I pretended but all I felt was pain, as if I was there but no lights on on the inside. My mother was more worried about Potter than me, the whole family was like that. So I pretended that I was okay, living in my dreams of Tom.

Oh you speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhyme. My body aches to breathe your breath, your words keep me alive.

I went to school and I lived the life of a regular person but I rarely let anyone in. I lived in my dreams, like I had said before, I was still sane but those dreams were what kept me sane. In those dreams I still felt his kiss, his touch. My brothers had merely thought I was odd but it wasn't oddity.

I pretended to love Potter when he wanted a relationship with me, the whole family wanted it as well. I went along with it, since I had hoped that it would cure my thoughts of Tom but it only intensified it. When Harry touched me, when he kissed me, I pretended it was Tom. Every one was so happy and proud but I could have cared less.

During the wars, I had thought about joining Voldemort's side, since Tom was Voldemort. I had caught glimpses of him, riding through the forests on his black steed, scouring for his enemies. He had noticed me but refused to harm or acknowledge me but I knew he had seen me. I looked into his red eyes and realized that Voldemort, even though it was who Tom became, could never be my Tom. So I remained non-partial to any side but pretended to fight along side Harry.

When the battle was over and all was one, Harry and I married, much to the excitement of the wizarding community. I was tied down but he was happy. When I got pregnant with Lillian Rose, I had felt so despondent, I wanted it to end so badly. But I kept going, with Tom's ghost keeping me warm at night.

Into this night I wander, it's morning that I dread. Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread. Oh into the sea of waking dreams,I follow without pride. Nothing stands between us here and I won't be denied

I stop my revelry and my thought here, since Harry is such a light sleeper and will be wondering where his wife is. I am going to miss it here and will suffer until night falls again. My memories, dreams and fantasies are what keeps me going. Morning is what I dread most. For he leaves me again, to wait until another night.

As I walk back towards the house, a cool gust of wind blows across the field. It is warm and inviting, a touch of summer in the cool spring. And I swear I hear the voice of Tom Riddle one last time, saying "Ginny..."

And I would be the one to hold you down, kiss you so hard, I'll take your breath away and after I'd wipe away the tears, Just close your eyes dear.

The End