Walk Away

I was naïve,

Well duh. I was only eleven. I wasn't as bad as some girls-I did have seven older brothers. But I didn't know the ways of the world; dark wizards were miles away, the stuff of horror stories to be told at night at sleepovers. They were the last thing on my mind as I went to Hogwarts, the school I had been waiting for ever since I knew what it was. I was eager, thinking nothing could harm me at Hogwarts. I was naïve. I was naïve enough to talk to a diary that talked back.

Your love was like candy,

Harry didn't notice me. I was Ron's little sister to him. Even Ron, my best friend in the whole wide world, barely spoke to me. He was too caught up in Hermione to pay any attention to me. I needed someone to talk to, especially as all I was known as to my year mates was 'ginga minja', a hilarious take on 'ginger minger', a comment on my hair. You were sympathetic, and confided inn me that my year mates were wrong, there was no way I could be ugly, because you had a thing for red heads.

Artificially sweet,

You were sweet all the same. I realise now, of course, too late, far too late, that it was all a sham, a con, to get me to confide in you.

If you weren't the Dark Lord, evil and cruel, you would make a wonderful caring husband.

I was deceived by the wrapping,

A best friend for my pocket, who never complained or wanted to borrow my homework, but helped me with it, or who had irritating habits. When you showed me what you looked like (you picked a very good image to show me, old but not too old to be intimidating, when you were good looking, and even grinning, unusual for you) I was head over heels. You were too good to be true.

Got caught in your web,

You weren't true. You were using me to try and hurt people you thought weren't as good as you. You deceived me. You pretended you were nice and kind and you liked me and you helped me, and you had me under your thumb the whole time. You never meant a word of it. You are mean, nasty, despicable, horrendous, not worthy the title of human being, not worthy of life.

At least, that's what I try to tell myself.

I learned how to bleed,

It hurt me; hurt me badly when you told me the truth down in the Chamber. I cried (when Harry and Ron couldn't see me) for the boy I'd known and loved, the day after we came out of the Chamber.

And the day after.

And the day after that.

I was prey in your bed and devoured completely.

My life began to mean nothing when I walked out of the Chamber. I had been naïve enough to trust you wholly and so now felt totally empty when I learnt that the boy in the diary was none other than the most evil person ever to live.

And it hurts my cause I can't let go

All these walls are caving in

I can't stop my suffering

I hate to show that I've lost control cause I

Keep going right back to the one thing that I need...

To walk away from.

I need to get away from you, need to walk away from you,

Get away, walk away, walk away...

I should have known

I was used for amusement

Not necessarily for amusement, for your own ends too, but you laughed at me in the Chamber when I found out what was going on. In your own sadistic way you found the torment of a young girl funny. You ruined my life. I should hate you. I do. You make me sick. There's a part of me, though, that's still infatuated.

Maybe it's not so small.

Maybe the hatred is in a minority.

Maybe it's most of me.

So?

Couldn't see through the smoke

It was all an illusion.

Dumbledore said that greater, older, wiser have been hoodwinked by you, but I still felt-feel-really stupid for letting myself be fooled by you. It was a really, really, really good illusion. I shouldn't have let myself fall for the boy in the diary. But I did.

Now I've been licking my wounds

I've had years to get over it - you - now. I've tried. Believe me, I've tried. I thought Harry was my ticket out of this hell.

Until I realised I liked Harry now because of his resemblance to you.

But the venom seeps deeper.

You've become part of me now. I can't do anything without consulting the Tom in me. You rule my life still, and I hate it.

We can both seduce but darlin' you hold me prisoner.

Yes, I know you're actually about seventy and resemble a snake. You said it yourself (you were using my life force - how could I not have heard you?) you could always charm those you wanted to.

And now, apparently, I'm beautiful. I've had four different boyfriends in the space of a year, and I could have more if I wanted them.

But I only want you.

Oh I'm about to break,

I can't stop this ache

I'm addicted to your allure and I'm fiending for a cure

Every step I take leads to one mistake

I keep going right back to the one thing I need

I'm about to break

I can't stop this ache

Getting nothing in return

What did I to deserve

The pain of this slow burn

And everywhere I turn I keep going right back to the one thing that I need

To walk away from...

I need to get away from you, need to walk away from you

Get away, walk away, walk away...