'It became easier over time to control her body, '

Riddle had written.

'She yielded herself to me completely. '

'The Imperius Curse can 't be used like this. '

Dazai tapped his quill on the diary.

'It 's more of a possession. '

Dazai quirked a brow. He envisioned a ghost, stealing Ginny 's body, and found the comparison apt. Riddle had always felt distinctly human to him.

Not just an object. Not just a curse.

A person.

Dazai wondered who Riddle had been when he was alive. Or when he was free.

'Ginny Weasley feels so alone. None of her so-called friends understand her, '

Riddle continued.

'Her soul made room for mine eagerly. '

Dazai frowned.

'You make it sound as though she wanted to be possessed. '

'Everyone is looking for an escape. Even if they don 't know it just yet. '

'Even you? '

Dazai asked.

'Even you, '

Riddle replied.

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