Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A somewhat odd idea I desperately needed to write… and now I publish.

At Midnight

"Ginny…"

She closed her eyes. His voice seemed to come from the darkness; a whisper just beside her. He was there and at the same time, he wasn't.

"Ginny…"

Her name seemed like a spell coming just from him. A long time ago, it had made her feel something she couldn't quite describe, but it was something nonetheless.

"Ginny…"

She took a deep breath.

"Tom," she whispered back.

Tom. The thought of him had once filled her with delight, but now left ashes in her throat. Tom. The name she used to say so fondly now left a bitter taste in her mouth. You once had my heart.

He emerged from the darkness, just like a dream. "Have you missed me, dear Ginny?"

"I don't," she said. "I miss the friend I first had. The friend I told everything about myself... But… you… I don't miss you." He once was the only person who understood her, who talked to her. She trusted him… she loved him. She went to him for advice, she gave him her heart and told him things she would never dare to tell anyone, and yet… yet, she missed her friend and mourned for him. She mourned for the lonely boy who gave her warmth and comfort.

"Too bad, because I shall never leave you, Ginny Weasley. A part of me will always live with you. I still have your heart," the memory said, and she felt as if she were pouring a part of herself over him all over again. She touched his cheek. Why does he feel so real?

"But you can't have my soul, Tom," Ginny said.

And he was gone.

She stared at the darkness, her fingers still warm. Maybe she still had a part of his heart, too.