"But that hothead did shove me in the back. Hard enough he left a visible bruise on my spinal column as proof of just exactly how I came to be in that miserable, dank dungeon. And if you think he did it for you, you really don't know your idiot brother, do you? He did it because he saw it as another shot at fame and glory." By the glare she shot her brother everyone knew that was nothing more than the truth. "And by the way, he did not teach me any quiditch moves any more than he taught me how to fly a broom. Everyone in this room can attest to that without me having to say a word more about it. Draco has been trying to show me up on a broom since our first Flying lesson. He's still trying to." Draco growled and narrowed his eyes but the glares of his peers kept his mouth closed.
"Ron sent me in after you with nothing but my wand and a second years spells to defeat the trouble you had run into. And no I didn't know any conjuration at that point in time which would've greatly helped me against the monster you were playing with. Trouble, he had no idea whether or not would kill me long before I could rescue you from your stupidity. A monster that fully intended to eat your remains when that diary you were using was done draining your lifeforce."
"Trouble that you brought down upon yourself, didn't you, Ginerva? No one twisted your arm and made you write in that cursed diary you certainly knew didn't belong to you. Hell, it even had the name of it's true owner embossed on the inside cover. In silver and green. Green writing on a silver page. How much more obvious could it be that you, a Gryffindor girl, shouldn't be writing in that particular book? What did it need to say in bald, bold face, block letters 'I'm a soul infused Slytherin Book. Not safe for Gryffindor children'? Are you really that dense?"
"But ownership of something doesn't really bother you all that much if it's something you want bad enough, does it? Merlin knows, you've helped yourself to enough of your dorm mates belongings over the years to make that perfectly clear. Not to mention my own things those two weeks I did stay under the Weasely roof. And clearly you haven't noticed those two weeks have never been repeated. Nor will they ever be repeated. Why? Because I don't like being stolen from. I don't like being in a place where my belongings aren't safe from sticky fingered fangirls. I don't like being places I can leave nothing I wish to keep laying around lest it disappear forever."
"But your thieving habits shouldn't surprise anyone considering the lives of others aren't worth very much to you either, are they? You have, after all, already killed a student your age. So I shouldn't be surprised you don't see anything wrong with going through my trunk to steal my short pants, should I? Short pants, you then use as proof of a connection that does not and never did exist. nor will it ever as I do not desire to sample tainted goods." She paled and baulked at the statement she had killed someone, shaking her head in denial. She didn't like the accusation she'd stolen his underwear either but that one she knew she could play off and deny. just as she could the bit about being tainted. Being accused by him of murdering someone however was a lot more damaging.
"A boy died because of you, Ginerva, and in the last three years, I've yet to hear one word of regret or remorse cross your lips. What exactly was his crime, Ginerva? What exactly did he do to you to deserve death?"
"Colin Creevey was following you. Trying to figure out what was wrong with you so he could help you. Because he believed Professor McGonagain when she said our tower mates are our family. He didn't know she was lying to him and Gryffindors only stand by those who prove their strength and pack mentality. He liked you and he thought you were worth helping. You were a fellow Gryffindor. A girl in his year. A part of his new school family. He was trying to be a good housemate and brother. Something he had a lot of experience being considering he has four younger siblings two of which are girls giving him experience your own brothers don't have. He was trying to be loyal and show you support. But how did you repay him for his efforts? You turned the basilisk loose on him and he's dead now. His parents will never understand what happened to him. Or why. He'll never turn twelve." Severus shook his head at the name Potter had given one of the most respected individuals in the Castle. McGonagain. He'd have to remember that one.
"His oldest younger brother is here in the Castle now. Has been for three years now. What have you done to help Denis understand what happened to his brother? To come to terms with the huge hole in his family where Colin once stood? With losing Colin? Oh yes, that's right. You pointed him in my direction. Told him I was the reason Colin died. Because I didn't stop the monster fast enough to save Colin. Let him take out his rage and grief on me while you played the victim. He felt I deserved his attacks because he was defending both you and his brother. Because of the lies you told him."
She squirmed and darted glances from the corner of her eyes to the other occupied tables in the room. She wanted to shut him up but she didn't know how. He was telling everyone her secrets and though she'd done the same to him over the years, she found she really didn't like it now that it was her secrets being shared about. This wasn't supposed to happen to her. Him, yes. The Headmaster said it would help him build character. Be able to face his life as the Chosen One. The Sacrifice for the People. Denis taking out his rage and grief on him was just another sacrifice Harry was making for her. He was sacrificing his personal health while he helped Denis deal with his loss. and it wasn't like Denis would or could kill or permanently injured him. He was the Chosen One. A freak that couldn't be hurt like normal people could. Not even that basilisk had really hurt him. So how could Denis?
She came out of her thoughts to hear him say, "But you did, didn't you? What did Colin do that made him unworthy of his life while you keep living? He could've been someone, Ms. Weasely. He had a talent that would've seen him become a productive citizen one day. Maybe even famous in his own right. There's no way of saying what Colin and his camera would have gone on to do if he'd lived."
Ginny squirmed but had nothing to say. She knew she was responsible for Colin Creevey's death though she'd spent the last three years denying it. There was no way she'd ever admit it out loud though. Never. Her involvement in the opening of the Chamber had been hushed up to protect her from the consequences of her immaturity. Admitting Colin's death was her fault would undermine the Headmaster's efforts to hush the whole situation up. Not to mention, do her reputation no good. She owed it to herself and her family to keep her mouth shut about the incident.
"But you? So far as I can tell, all you'll amount to is somebody's trophy wife. Or, given your sticky fingers, more than likely their little secret something on the side until they tire of you and move on to a fresher face and new bedchamber tricks. It does seem to be all you're interested in learning about if all the whispers I hear about you in the broom closets around here are true. And considering you stood here bold as brass and declared yourself a bought and paid for whore, it shouldn't surprise you that's all you'll ever amount to."
"I suppose that's actually a good thing for everyone involved. You won't really have all that much of a problem when your parents tell you who you're to marry and spread your legs for, will you? Provided they can actually find a man willing to marry you, that is. Honorable men don't tend to like marrying used goods." Her eyes flashed angrily as she heard him tear into her. But he wasn't finished yet.
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