Stone Cold Sober

Stone Cold Sober

Hello, I'm here to invite you

To things you cannot feel

And if you push me too far

You might believe I'm real

"Stop it! Stop, your hurting me!"

A sour laugh escaped his lips and a smirk spread across his face as he watched her tangle of red bounce back off the wall.

"Dearest Ginny! Do you think I don't know what I'm doing? I love you! Whats love without hurt? I have your best interest's at heart my dear." He slammed her small body against the hard stone's once again and smiled as her head snapped back. Her lips moved to release a scream but he heard nothing. It was all in slow motion to him. Let it linger long enough for him to enjoy it. What's love without hurt, hurt without pain, pain without joy, joy without laughter? And he was laughing.

After what seemed like an eternity her small form sloped to the floor and he bent down to pick her up. Pulling her up as if it was nothing.

deep scrapes benethe the sweater

to bring you hate and steal

Or do you think it better

To obscess and not reveal?

"My. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you too badly did I dear? No of course not. No matter anyways. I went easy on you tonight. No strawberry blood will taint this precious skin tonight." He kissed her lips lightly and she responded, like he knew she would, to the kiss.

"I love you Ginny. You know that don't you?"

"Yes."

"And do you love me? You do don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then say it!"

"I- I- love you."

"Good. Good Ginny." He took her hand in his and spun her around watching her almost collapse with weakness. He steadied her and then pulled her close to him, slowely dancing around the room.

"Your going to help me again. Tomorrow night. Your going to open the chamber and your going to wait for me there. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head and laid it gently on his shoulder, not being able to hold it up.

"We're finally going to dispose of Potter once and for all. This time it will work. Why? I have the perfect little decoy." He smiled and spun her again, catching her before she fell too far and dragging her back to him.

"I- can't."

"Oh you can and you will. You don't want me angry with you, do you?"

"I don't want-"

"It doesn't matter what you want. You have me and thats all you need."

"Don't- hurt...him."

"Is that a command Ginny? Are you telling me not to do something?" He let out a laugh that showed his entertainment with the situation. "You are in no place to tell me what to do Virginia."

"Gi-"

"Virginia! Oh does that make you mad? Virginia Ann Weasley." He let out another short laugh and released his grip on her, watching as she fell in a heap, to the ground.

I know your secret It scrapes you way down

Everything was clean Now everything's brown

Don't try to hide it Though you cannot feel

What you are is something That I hope I won't reveal

"Tomorrow you will open the Chamber and wait for me there. That is what you will do wether you want to or not and you know it." He leaned down to face her. "You know I control you," he hissed and drew back his hand slapping her aross the face.

She fell back but made no sound. This she was used to. This she hated but craved. Love. This was her love. Her reward and her punishment. Her begining and her end. It was an endless circle to her. She did good, she was rewarded, she did bad and she was punished, but in the end it all revolved around him getting his way and her suffering. She loved it. And he loved it. He loved the screaming and the blood. He loved the sound of her fragile body against the cold dungeon stone. He needed to hear her say she loved him. It gave him the feeling that he needed to hurt her again and again.

He knew that she would open the Chamber and do as he asked. He also knew that she would die. They would both die together. He wasn't real. Lord Voldemort was, but Tom Riddle was just an image, an imaginary decoy himself, all in Voldemorts plan. When Potter was killed and out of the way then he would be disposed of also. He would hold her. He would whisper in her ear as he had done so many months ago, when she first opened the diary and he needed to gain her trust. Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Hello, i'm here to invite you To things you cannot feel

And if you fall apart You might just think I'm not real

You can't erase what you are So don't even try

And how can I be truthful When everything I am is a lie?

"Ginny?"

"Yes- Tom?"

"Love can sometimes be magic."

"But magic...can sometimes...just be an illusion."

"I'll give you all the love I want in return."

"War, murder, death -- all the same to you as bottles of beer, and the daily business of life is a corrupt comedy.

You even shatter the sensation of time and space into split seconds, instant replays.

You're madness. Virile madness, and everything you touch dies with you.

But not me."

"I want the last face you see in this world to be the face of love, so you look at me when they do this thing. I'll be the face of love for you. Surrender. Learn to lose, it's easier that way."

"Tom?"

"Yes Ginny?"

"I can't lose...what I never had."

I know your secret It scrapes you way down

Everything came clean Now everything's brown

Don't try to hide it when you think and feel

When it falls apart I hope I won't reveal

Hello,hello, hello, hello .. I'm real... real... real...

You think I'm not real