Ginny gave a soft laugh at that and closed her eyes for a long moment, trying to decide how much she should tell him. She took a deep breath, looking over at her son who was so much like his father.
"Yes. It was about that. My first year at Hogwarts." She paused for a moment, wondering where on earth she should start with this mess. "Hard to believe, but your mum wasn't always such a smart bird and I ended up trusting someone I shouldn't have. Or...really, something I shouldn't have because he was never real. Not truly." She stopped again, her already hoarse voice catching in her throat. "It--It's something that I thought was buried in the past where it belongs. Something I thought I could...I don't know. Forget?" She wasn't sure how much of the story he already knew. Or how much she really ought to tell him. It was hard to remember that Voldemort had once been a man, a boy like anyone else. And yet...Ginny knew him first as Tom Riddle and that was the image that would stay with her.