All Unsaid

If you were here now

Then I would tell you that this is not the way

Then I would force you

To make your choices and get out of my way

Why did you just walk away from me, little Ginny? What was it about me that made you change? I do not understand, but you are not here to explain.

I need time to think. This is the place, the only place, where I can do that. A silent graveyard. It is familiar to me, even though I have never died, because this is where I rose to power once more.

I need time now to think about the way you struggled against my will. I need time to think about the way you told me I could not win. And you were right.

You were right about everything. I did not win. You didn't trust me, you hated me. I loved you and I hated you. Because you made me feel so damn weak, Ginny. Because you made me feel human. I hadn't felt human in ages, and you knew it. You made me so weak but so powerful at the same time... because I loved you.

Just scream

I loved you because you seemed so innocent. I loved to treat you like one of the princesses that exist in fairytales. I loved you because you were so naive. But then I found that the real you was quite different. Do you remember those times when you used to talk to me? Those times when you poured all your little secrets out to me as if I was some kind of support?

But there's no one there

You were somebody who hated the world. Who grew up thinking every minute of the day that she was different from everybody else. And you were. You were so special, Ginny... why, I'd never come across somebody like you before.

To hear or hold your hand

Little Virginia Weasley, model daughter, was no more. There was only Ginny there now: a sarcastic woman. Unloved, some might have said. Truth is that you were too loved. By everyone. Even those who didn't know you loved you. They didn't know why. And you didn't bother to tell them that you were so special.

I'd rather talk to you

It's my entire fault, you know. I shouldn't have tried to control your mind; I shouldn't have taken you over. I was the reason that you were the way you were. I was the constant factor in your life. I was someone that you could not get rid of.

Than leave it all unsaid

You hated me for it, didn't you? You didn't like the way I seemed to know everything about you. This destroyed you.

Don't run away now it's not my choice

Don't try to make it feel that way

I hate myself for it. I hate myself for what I have done to you. If anyone saw me here, a hooded figure talking to a grave, that person would think that I was mad.

And so I am. I am mad. I have done some terrible things before, like killing Lily Evans, but never like this. I loved you, but I destroyed every chance I ever had of being with you.

Hey, if you think I don't mean well

Then I can't help you further no

I killed you. Eventually I have to pay for that. Potter and his friends are still alive, and they won't rest until they find me. I want them to find me. I don't want to live anymore.

I ask you, Ginny, to forgive me. I know that it is not in your power to talk to me, but I will simply know if you want to forgive me for everything that I have done. Maybe that will be a small comfort to me when I go to my last battle.

Just scream

As I walk away from your resting place, I let a single white rose fall down there. It will be a symbol of my love for you.

But there's no one there

If somebody ever finds it, they will think of you. Even if they didn't know you, they will know that you were loved deeply. I hope that you understand this.

To hear or hold your hand

There is one other thing I would like you to have. The rosary I got from one of my friends for my fifteenth birthday. It will help you just as it once helped me.

I'd rather talk to you

It always helped me. I walk out of the gate, deep in thought. I can only hope that you hear my call to you as I die. I can only hope that you'll welcome me in whatever place that lies beyond this world.

Than leave it all unsaid

***

The next morning Harry and Hermione came to Ginny's grave. Voldemort had fallen, to the ruin of all those with him. And they both gazed in wonder at the rose, fully in bloom. The rosary lay abandoned at the front gate. Silent tears streamed down their faces as they went away.

He was forgiven.