Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Ginny Weasley woke up slowly, blinking tired eyes at the damp stone floor. When had the Gryffindor common room gotten so cold. She looked around her quickly, seeing an impossibly high ceiling and huge creepy snake statues everywhere. Where was she? Where were her brothers?
"Poor little Gin Gin," She whipped round. Tom, "All alone down here with big bad Tom Riddle"
She screamed. Ignoring the preteens fear, he came closer- sending Ginny scrambling backwards, utterly terrified. Tom Riddle smiled, reveling in the despair the girl emitted, he'd missed this. The look on her face and the rush of Power it gave him.
The shaking girl on the floor began to cry, big round tears dripping on to her, already, damp robe. "Don't worry Gin Gin, Harry will come to get you!" At this Ginny began to wail, great sobbing hiccups jolting her occasionally. She covered her eyes. There was no need to see her devil not when she was already in hell.