A/N-This is a story written for Rai-san who gave me an interesting idea to do a HarryxTom. Hope you like it. A second chapter will be soon. And it is a yaoi which means boy x boy so for no flamers, don't like then don't read. I will possibly be doing a lemon in later chapters but for now it is a T. Review please and tell me how it was.

Harry POV.

The chamber was at a barely tolerable level of cold. I curled my robe around me tighter in an effort to fend off the cold from my body. I had enough problems already, I thought. Just ahead of me I could see a small form, lying limply on the marble floor. Guilt ran through me, making my chest tighten. This was all my fault! She could be dead, an innocent girl dead all because of me….

"Ginny!" I broke into a sprint in an effort to get to the youngest Weasley. The snake statues seemed to stare at me in mockery when I almost slipped on the soaked marble floor, my glasses falling down my nose slightly. I pushed them up and carried on though. I had to get to her. When I was close enough to see the ghostly shade of white her skin had taken on I sank to my knees, whispering her name.

"Please don't be dead. Wake up." It seemed like raising my voice above a whisper would end the world or something just as drastic at that moment in time. The irrational part of my mind forced me to start repeating a mantra of "Please wake up to her." I felt hopeless. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and a lump in the back of my throat.

"She won't wake."

I looked around for the source of the voice and frowned. There was a figure there in the shadows, watching us. The urge to run was so large I almost couldn't supress it but I couldn't leave Ginny. The figure walked forward, revealing themselves.

"Tom. Tom Riddle." And it was. He was around a year or two older than me, brown hair falling in his face but not in his eyes like mine did, tall and thin. If I'd have to guess I'd say he was just over five foot compared to my four foot and a half. Then his words registered and my frown returned.

"What do you mean she won't wake? She's not…." I trailed off , unwilling to say the rest.

"She's still alive. But only just." He confirmed, striding forward to us with slow movements.

"Are you a ghost?" I couldn't help but blurt it out and fire burned in my cheeks at the childish question. He smirked in amusement.

"A memory, preserved in a diary for 50 years." He corrected. With shaky hands I reached out to touch Ginny's pale skin. She was as cold as the chamber around us or ice even. I told Tom of this and absently turned back to Ginny, ignoring him for the time being.

"Ginny? Please don't be dead. Wake up!" The stupor from earlier was broken and now my voice had risen in panic. I turned back to Tom.

"You have to help me, Tom. There's a basilisk and…."

"It won't come until it's called." He cut me off. I rose slowly, confusion etched on my features. What did he mean? That was when I noticed he held my wand in his hands, twirling it in long, spidery fingers. I held my hand out as I requested it.

"You won't be needing it." I shrugged the oddness of the statement off and instead said

"Listen we've got to go, we've got to save her."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Harry. You see as your poor Ginny grows weaker, I grow stronger." My expression must have displayed my emotions because he smirked again and took another step closer.

"Yes, Harry it was Ginny Weasley who opened the chamber of secrets."

"No! She couldn't have." I denied it. Ginny wouldn't….couldn't. I looked to the form of the unconscious girl. I barely knew her. The only reason I was here was because it was right and I owed it to the Weasley's and Ginny herself. In my distraction Tom had carried on.

"It was Ginny who set the basilisk on the mudbloods and Filch's cat. Ginny who wrote the threatening messages on the walls."

"Why?"

"Because I told her to." The duh was implied as his expression became politely mocking for a moment before he turned stoic again "You'll find I can be very persuasive. Not that she knew what she was doing. She was in , shall we say a kind of trance? Still the power of the diary, of me began to scare her. She tried to dispose of it in the girl's bathroom and then who should find it but you? The very person I was most anxious to meet?"

I finally found my voice.

"But why did you want to meet me?"

"Think about it now , Harry. You're not that stupid. That's exactly why I had to gain your trust so I brought you into the diary's pages and showed you how I defeated that oaf Hagrid."

"I bet Dumbledore saw right through you." I couldn't help but say, smugly.

"He kept an annoyingly close watch on me after that, yes. So I knew it wasn't safe to open the chamber again while I was still at school so I saved a memory of my 16 year old self in the diary's pages."

"Well you're too late. In a couple of hours the mandrake root will be ready and everyone who's been petrified will be alright again."

His expression became amused, like an adult watching a child.

"Don't you understand? Killing mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore. For many months now my targets have been to acquire my life back and you."

I took a step back in shock and he followed me.

"How is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time and escape with nothing but a scar?" His hand brushed away the hair on my forehead as he exposed my scar. I shivered at the touch and tried to back up further before I realised I was caught.

"Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of all time." I spat. He raised an eyebrow.

"Dumbledore is a liar. He thinks he's doing what's best but really he's damaging our world more."

"Why do you even care about Voldemort? He was after your time." I tried to edge around him but he caught my wrists in a vice grip and pinned me to the stone side of the statue of Salazar Syltherin. I struggled but gave in when I realised how much stronger Tom really was compared to me.

"Because Harry." He leaned to whisper in my ear "I am Lord Voldemort. Surely you didn't think I'd keep the muggle name of my filthy Father, did you?" My eyes widened and I struggled with new intensity. I had to get away from him! He'd kill me! He growled in annoyance and held me firmer against the wall, glaring at me. When I tried to crash my own forehead against his he pinned both of my wrists in one hand and used his other to hold my throat. Tom squeezed lightly at first then got harsher until I stopped wriggling and went limp against the cold stone. He loosened his hold slightly.

"Now Harry you have a choice." He cooed in a falsely nice voice. I flinched when the teenaged sociopath brushed the hair from my face so I could see him. I glared weakly and that smirk I'd already come to hate flashed again.

"Option one is you can die here along with Ginny and see your parents and your family again. Option two is for you to walk out of here and say to whoever is waiting for you in the outer chambers that Ginny has died and the chamber collapsed. The third is….shall we say a secret option."

I looked at him cautiously. For all I knew the third option was for me to give him passwords to all the common rooms and Dumbledore's office or to be his servant for the rest of my life. But it was better than both Ginny and I dying. I opened and closed my mouth before realising he was cutting off my air supply slightly, making it difficult to talk.

"Tap your foot once, twice or three times."

I tapped once then twice and stopped. Pain was shooting down my leg from the wound I'd received climbing down the chamber walls.

"Are you sure?" He frowned. I shook my head as best I could and tapped my foot once more.

"Option one?" He grinned as his fingers tightened unbelievably on my throat. Panic filled my eyes and I shook my head, kicking out blindly.

"Ok. Option 2?" Just as quickly as before I shook my head. The killer grip on my small throat had loosened until he now had his fingers just resting around my throat. I took in large gulps of air, gratefully. I noticed he didn't let me pull away from my place between him and the wall though.

"Option 3?" Warily I nodded.

"Would you like to know what it entails?" I nodded again.

"I will leave Ginny with the rest of her life force in exchange for what I need now from yours which is only a quarter. Then you will both be released but you will not speak a word of this to anyone. Do you understand that , Harry? If you tell anyone I will hunt you down. Second of all you will do everything I tell you. You will come to me either in the chamber or another location whenever I tell you. You will not protest. Don't worry you will not be doing anything too horrible."

"Do I have to kill?"

"No. Even I can see you're too innocent for that, little one."

"T-then yes. I…understand and a-agree." My voice wavered, regretfully and I jumped when Tom laughed, sending his hot breath over my neck in waves with our proximity.

"Good. Would you prefer I take that quarter now or later?"

"N-now. Just make it quick."

He nodded and suddenly his face came closer and closer to mine. Automatically my eyes slid shut. I almost yelped when I felt a hard yet soft pressure against my lips. It took me a second to realise it was Tom's lips against mine. I fought again, scared and confused but he dug his nails into my wrist, warningly and despite my instincts I whimpered and went still. After a moment I felt something flick against my lips and whined. I didn't know what it was but when I gasped in shock it slid slowly into my mouth. It took me another moment to realise it was his tongue. Suddenly a pain so deep it seemed to be carved into my very soul took over me. I could feel Tom smirk against me as his tongue flicked around my mouth in what he thought (and it slightly was) a calming motion. My scream was muffled by Tom's lips over mine. After what felt like a century but was only a moment I was released. My lips felt swollen and tingly, my hair mussed from my struggles. I looked up to Riddle and saw his triumphant smirk. My whole body tingled from the strange contact.

"What was that?" I managed to mumble.

"That was me taking your life force. It's the quickest way." He replied. I shook my head to dispel my dizziness but it wasn't enough. I wavered and if it wasn't for Tom I would have fallen. Instead I fell against his body, my head on his chest, arms flying down and hooking around his neck. I heard a faint rumble as he chuckled.

"Just sleep, Harry."

When I woke up I was in the hospital wing, alone. A necklace hung from my bruised neck, a serpent and a lion curled together in an embrace with a glimmering jewel between them. A note also was pinned to my covers. It read:

Harry. You'll get out in the morning, you're in for an observation. When you do come to the defence against the arts classroom, the minute you get out. Don't take side-trips. I'll know if you do, so don't bother. And before you think about it only you and I can read the real words written on here. The necklace will be explained tomorrow. Others will see a letter from a concerned teacher. I suspect Poppy will let you out around 10 AM so come straight to my office.

See you in the morning, little one.

Signed T.M.R or as you refer to me whilst in Hogwarts Professor Hughes.

I knew then that I'd started off a chain of events I couldn't fix. A small tear fell down my face. Was Ginny ok? I fell asleep that night, the note clenched in my fist with dreams of a normal future.

That was three years ago in my second year at Hogwarts. I'm now in my fifth year and have been in debt to Tom Riddle since then. To say he could order me to do anything he's been quite fair. I'm not as innocent as I used to be and that's down to Tom. He enjoys making rude jokes just to see my blush and especially lately. But lately I've also noticed his orders are odder. It might be things like Come sit on my lap or let me sort your hair out. The latter involves letting him mess with my hair for a few hours before he deems in neat and shuffles me off to class. It's orders like these that confuse me, especially when he orders me to sit and mess with his hair. Lately he's been a touchy-feely Tom and a touchy-feely Tom makes me edgy. This year I'm determined to find out why he made me agree to this all those years ago as a child. Hopefully without his wandering hands getting in the way…..