Riddled

|23| Possession

Finish the job, Tom roared in her head. Ginny was standing in an empty corridor, leaning against the wall. The diary was under her arm and her hands were covered in blood. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten there. Her vision was fuzzy and her head was filled with a ringing noise. There was something written on the wall... Did she write it? She couldn't make out the words. Everything was so blurry. She wanted to go home. She let out a quiet whimper. Blood dripped off her hands, staining the floor.

FINISH THE JOB!

Something overcame her, a sickly dead feeling that washed over her like a wave. She felt as though she was seeing everything through someone else's eyes. Tom ruled her mind like a king; he was a puppet master pulling her strings. She watched her bloodstained hands drag across the wall. Red words.

H E R   S K E L E T O N  W I L L   L I E  I N  T H E  C H A M B E R  F O R E V E R .

Drip, drip. The blood fell like teardrop. Ginny let out a sob, crumpling to the floor. Tom wasn't going to reward her, he was going to take her soul...

Of course, he said, the icy whisper sending chills pulsing down her spine. That was always the plan. I was never going to reward you. I need your soul, so I can rise from the dead and rule the world which was once mine.

You really should've been more careful, Ginny. I tricked you and it was too easy. In a few short hours, you'll be no more than dust, and the Dark Lord shall rise again.

What do you mean? she asked.

Letter appeared in midair before her eyes:

T O M  M A R V O L O  R I D D L E

Dread filled her as the letters became words worse than death.

I  A M   L O R D  V O L D E M O R T

Mark my words, Ginny Weasley. Your blood traitor family is next on my list after I kill the Potter boy.

Lord Voldemort cackled sharply, and Ginny felt all the darkness in the world consume her.