That voice. Ginny felt chills spread down her arms and over her spine. That voice was the one thing that still scared her. She could hear it in her nightmares, taunting her and tormenting her. Even though she knew he was dead, she still feared he'd come back and find her and Harry once more.
"Get out," she said coldly. "Get out and leave. Get out, get out, get out." There was no hiding the fear in her eyes. Ginny was a brave woman, but this was Tom Riddle. Young, as well. She could see the striking similarity from the boy who had possessed her.