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only own the plot.
Chapter one- The Beginning
Lord Voldemort looked at himself in the mirror.
His face was different. He looked like a snake. No matter how much he liked snakes, he didn't like to look like one.
He pick up his wand and did a simple spell:
'Lumus!'
Even his power wasn't the same. He was still very powerful, but he was much stronger before, when he was younger. He had to get that power back. And then he remembered.
The diary!
It had not only his memories, but the power of his younger self.
Lucius has the diary.- he thought- Ill send for it tonight.
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Later that night, a very scared Lucius Malfoy entered the Marvolo Manner. In his hand was a very odd black book with a hole in the middle.
Since he had felt the Dark Mark burn in his arm, his first concern was his master's diary. He knew he would want it back sooner or later, and so he had done his best to retrieve it from the deepest safe in Gringotts, where Dumbledore had put it.
A small and dirty house elf came to meet him in the hall.
'Would you mind has to come with me, sir?' -the elf said in a low scared voice.
Lucius followed the elf in to the library where his master was waiting for him.
The only light in the room came from the fireplace, and Lord Voldemort was sitting in a sofa in front of it.
Lucius was trembling from head to foot, trying his beast to keep calm.
'Well Lucius? Do you have it?'
'Yes master! But there is something that I would like to tell first.'
'Well Lucius, get on with it!'- His master's voice wasn't very reassuring.
Lucius began his tale of the events that took place six years ago. In the end he showed his master the diary and waited, during what he thought it was the last minutes of his life.
Lord Voldemort took the book, and examined it. To Lucius surprise he began to laugh.
'Did Dumbledore really think he could destroy this in such a simple way?!' 'That fool should know better!'
Lucius felt a sense of relive, but his fear came back when his master's eyes meet with his.
'Still there are no excuses for you mistake Lucius.' - Lord Voldemort said calmly, almost lazily- 'And you must pay for your mistake.'
Before Lucius could object, his master's wand was pointed at him.
'Crucio!'
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A few days later, Lord Voldemort had restored his diary back to normal, and was ready to get his old young body back.
He was alone in his castle dungeons, in a spacious room that contain odd magical instruments, and with strange writings on the floor.
Voldemort put the diary on the ground and opened the first page. He got back a few steps and pointed his wand at it. Light began to emerge fro the diary, and slowly began to twist in to the shape of a young man.
The diary started to burn, as the shape of Tom Riddle became more focused. Tom Marvolo Riddle opened his eyes and began to walk in Voldemorts direction. Soon they stared merging and Voldemort screamed in pain as his body change in to the shape of his younger self.
Voldemort was kneeling on the floor, breading heavily, and trying to gain control over himself.
Finally he got up and walked to a nearby mirror. After one good look at himself he smiled.
He looked seventeen again.
He grabbed his wand, waved it at a table and lift it easily. He had his hold looks and his old power again, and he could fell the energy coursing throughout his veins.
And a different energy as well. One that didn't belong to him. It was strong, and young, and it felt wonderful.
He began to examine his memories. There were new memories in his head. He had expected that. Memories about Potter, his basilisk, and about. And about a young red head girl.
Yes!- he thought- The energy must be hers. She must have left some of her energy in the diary.
Ginny Weasley.
He browsed through the memories he had of her, and was surprised at the interest his young self had in the girl. He remembered writing to her, getting her to empty his soul to him, he remembered kissing her.
He found himself wanting the girl. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, fell her next to him, to kiss her again, to fell she belong to him.
Well, what he wanted he would get.
I'll think about that later.- he thought-Its time to present the Death Eaters with the new young me!
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She was on the cold floor, watching as the figure of a young man came out of the black book. She was feeling weaker and weaker. She watched helpless as the young man came near her, and with a wicked smile on his face, kissed her lips. His hands were on her face, and he smiled at her tears.
'Ginny.'- she heard him say. And them he kissed her again, wile she had no power to fight him.
Ginny woke up suddenly. It was the middle of the night. She got up from her bead and headed for the window. It was hot in her room, and she needed some fresh air.
She opened the window, and sat on the window sill. The night air always calmed her down. Tonight though she felt restless. She was used to having nightmares; she had them since her first year at Hogwarts. This was something different.
There was a smell of jasmine in the air, she suddenly noticed. She didn't like the smell of jasmine, it made her fell strange. Memories of her first year ran through her mind. She remembered the way her room smelled of jasmine, every time she wrote to him. No she definitely didn't like the smell of jasmine.
She started to fell nervous at the memories of Tom, so she forced herself to calm down. Tom Riddle was only in her memory. The diary was destroyed, and Lord Voldemort didn't have a single idea of ho she was, nor did he care.
It had been two years since Lord Voldemort had risen again, but by some reason he had remained in the dark. Her father used to say it was his strategy, if he remained hidden, them Fudge would continue to act like nothing had happened two years ago, and this would give time to Voldemort make plans, and gain a nice foothold before he really attack. And the Ministry of Magic could do nothing to prevent it.
She felt the sleep creeping in, and made her way back to her bed, felling a bit more calm with the cool night air
Shortly after she fell asleep, an owl came flying through the open window, and drooped a letter on her bed.
The next morning, Ginny woke up with a knock on her bedroom door. 'Ginny Weasley, its eleven o'clock, come down to breakfast dear!'
She had sleep late; she always woke up at nine. Still feeling sleepy, she sat on her bed, rubbing her eyes, when she noticed a letter on the end of her bed.
It looked like a common letter, and Ginny thought it was probably from one of her school friends. She picked it up. There was no name on the letter but hers.
How odd! - she thought.
She opened it still with a sleepy eye, and was surprised to find there was nothing writhen on it too. But a funny smell came from the letter. She took a sniff of it. It wasn't perfume or anything like it; it smelled more like a potion.
Just another joke from the twins.- her mind concluded, and she put the letter on a paper basket.
She looked in to the mirror, waiting to see blue spots on her face, or something like it. The last joke the twins made on her, made her hands go green and her nails turn blue. But nothing happened this time. Well, whatever it was it didn't work, she still looked like her normal self.
For a moment she thought she saw someone reflected on the mirror, besides her. She looked back in to her room, but she was the only one there. She looked back in to the mirror, and it was just her in her room. She shook her head, her imagination was getting the better of her, and what she really needed was some breakfast to wake up.
She went down to the kitchen were she found Ron holding his letter from Hogwarts.
'Here's your letter Ginny.'- he said through a mouthful of toast.
Ginny took the letter from her brother and opened it. This year only Ron and her would be going to Hogwarts, so she was expecting to buy new school stuff this time, instead of second hand items.
Ron got up and got a broom from the broom closet. 'Well, I'm going to practice a little!'- He said as he got out of the kitchen.
Her mom turned to her has she cleaned up the table.
'A friend of mine is coming over today! Would you like to meet her?'
'No thanks!'- her moms visits were always boring, and she had no will whatsoever to spend the afternoon drinking tea, and listening to boring conversations.
With her brothers gone, and her dad working, Ginny was feeling like this would be a boring day at Burrow.
'Mom! Can I go and visit Fred and Gorge, at their shop?'- She asked, hoping that her mother wouldn't make her stay to greet her friend.
'Sure honey!'
Ginny got up in a hurry, and ran to the living room. She got a little Floo powder from the vase, throw it at the fire place, and steeped to the fire.
'Diagon Alley!'
And in a rush of green flames she stepped out to the Leaky Cauldron.
She went to the back of the establishment, to go out to Diagon Alley, but was stopped by a cold familiar voice.
'Miss. Weasley! What a delightful surprise!'
She turned around and found herself looking to a man she positively hated.
Before she could say anything Lucius Malfoy grabbed her hand and kissed it. She tried to remove her hand from his grasp, but he was much stronger then her. He seemed to hold her hand forever, looking into her eyes with a strange knowing smile on his face, until finally he let go.
'Well, the pleasure is all yours!'- Malfoy smiled even wider at her remark. 'If you'll excuse me, I got things to do!' And she turned around to go away.
'Well I suppose your going to Diagon Alley! I am going that way myself.'
And without warning, he took her by the elbow, and led her to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. A little bit frighten by the older man, she let herself be lead, ready to scream if he tried anything funny.
They got to the brick wall, Malfoy touched the bricks with his wand and the wall opened.
They both step in to Diagon Alley, Ginny felling confused with all of his attention.
'Thank you for the pleasure of you company, Miss. Weasley.' And he walked away, laughing slightly at her disbelief.
This was a very weird day. First the letter and now this. Malfoy was surely going nuts.
Ginny started walking towards her brother's shop, stopping by the windows, to see the new brooms in the 'Quality Quidditch Supplies', or the books at 'Flourish and Blotts' .
She got to her brothers store and took a look around. It was full of kids browsing through the joke stuff and talking happily.
'Hey Ginny!' -Fred came from behind the counter, and grinned at his sister 'Glad you came we could sure use a hand around here, the store is full!'
'What would you like me to do?'-Ginny asked.
'Just go over to the cash register, Gorge and I will take care of the rest! We got a few things sold out and we need to get more from the storehouse.'
Fred disappeared in the crowd of kids, and Ginny went behind the counter. The kids did all the shopping they needed in a joke shop, and later on in the afternoon the store was mercifully empty.
Fred and Gorge keep bringing stuff up from the storehouse, and putting things away in the shelves.
'Hey Ginny, there's some food in the back if would like.'- Gorge said, guessing she was hungry.
He guessed correctly, Ginny was starving. When she finish eating, Fred turned to her with a pleading look.
'Ginny would you be so kind and stay a little longer wile Gorge and I go stretch our legs?' -He made a sweet face that she couldn't resist.
'Ok! Just don't take too long, I'm tired and I want to go home!'
'Thanks Ginny, you're a life saver!'
And with that they both left the store.
A few minutes after they left, a woman walked in to the store. She was all dressed in black, had thick, shining dark hair, heavily hooded eyes, and was holding a bouquet of red roses.
'Hello! I'm looking for a birthday present for my nephew.'-she had a sweet voice, and was looking at Ginny with a smile that reminded her of Malfoys smile after he kissed her hand.
'What do you have in mind?'- Ginny replied, trying to be helpful.
'Well.'- the woman said looking around- 'I don't see anything I like here! It is all too simple!' - she added looking at the shelves 'My nephew likes to play more complicated jokes. Is there anything else in the back'?
'I don't know! - she said, realizing she didn't know her brothers stock all that well. 'Ill go check!'
She went to the back of the store. She was sure there was a book that her brothers had invented that was constantly skipping pages so that one would get lost wile trying to read it. But no kid would buy it because it was too expensive. Surely this was what the woman was looking for.
She found it in a crate, and went back, but when she got there the woman was gone, and a red rose was resting on the counter. She settled the book, and looked at the rose. This was a very weird day indeed.
She pick up the rose and turned it in her hand, wondering why the women had left it there. She couldn't resist to smell it, she just loved the smell of roses. So, looking for a jar to put the rose in, she smell It, but instead of smelling like a rose it had a strange smell to it. Much like the letter she had got this morning.
She stopped, looking at the rose and felling totally confused, when the room started spinning.
It was spinning faster and faster, and all that she saw was darkness, before she hit the ground.
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Sorry about any mistakes there might be, but I'm Portuguese, and I'm quite dependent on my spell checker.
Please, please, please review. Nobody takes the time to do it anymore, and it only takes one minute. Thanks!
Chapter one- The Beginning
Lord Voldemort looked at himself in the mirror.
His face was different. He looked like a snake. No matter how much he liked snakes, he didn't like to look like one.
He pick up his wand and did a simple spell:
'Lumus!'
Even his power wasn't the same. He was still very powerful, but he was much stronger before, when he was younger. He had to get that power back. And then he remembered.
The diary!
It had not only his memories, but the power of his younger self.
Lucius has the diary.- he thought- Ill send for it tonight.
*************************************************
Later that night, a very scared Lucius Malfoy entered the Marvolo Manner. In his hand was a very odd black book with a hole in the middle.
Since he had felt the Dark Mark burn in his arm, his first concern was his master's diary. He knew he would want it back sooner or later, and so he had done his best to retrieve it from the deepest safe in Gringotts, where Dumbledore had put it.
A small and dirty house elf came to meet him in the hall.
'Would you mind has to come with me, sir?' -the elf said in a low scared voice.
Lucius followed the elf in to the library where his master was waiting for him.
The only light in the room came from the fireplace, and Lord Voldemort was sitting in a sofa in front of it.
Lucius was trembling from head to foot, trying his beast to keep calm.
'Well Lucius? Do you have it?'
'Yes master! But there is something that I would like to tell first.'
'Well Lucius, get on with it!'- His master's voice wasn't very reassuring.
Lucius began his tale of the events that took place six years ago. In the end he showed his master the diary and waited, during what he thought it was the last minutes of his life.
Lord Voldemort took the book, and examined it. To Lucius surprise he began to laugh.
'Did Dumbledore really think he could destroy this in such a simple way?!' 'That fool should know better!'
Lucius felt a sense of relive, but his fear came back when his master's eyes meet with his.
'Still there are no excuses for you mistake Lucius.' - Lord Voldemort said calmly, almost lazily- 'And you must pay for your mistake.'
Before Lucius could object, his master's wand was pointed at him.
'Crucio!'
*******************************************************
A few days later, Lord Voldemort had restored his diary back to normal, and was ready to get his old young body back.
He was alone in his castle dungeons, in a spacious room that contain odd magical instruments, and with strange writings on the floor.
Voldemort put the diary on the ground and opened the first page. He got back a few steps and pointed his wand at it. Light began to emerge fro the diary, and slowly began to twist in to the shape of a young man.
The diary started to burn, as the shape of Tom Riddle became more focused. Tom Marvolo Riddle opened his eyes and began to walk in Voldemorts direction. Soon they stared merging and Voldemort screamed in pain as his body change in to the shape of his younger self.
Voldemort was kneeling on the floor, breading heavily, and trying to gain control over himself.
Finally he got up and walked to a nearby mirror. After one good look at himself he smiled.
He looked seventeen again.
He grabbed his wand, waved it at a table and lift it easily. He had his hold looks and his old power again, and he could fell the energy coursing throughout his veins.
And a different energy as well. One that didn't belong to him. It was strong, and young, and it felt wonderful.
He began to examine his memories. There were new memories in his head. He had expected that. Memories about Potter, his basilisk, and about. And about a young red head girl.
Yes!- he thought- The energy must be hers. She must have left some of her energy in the diary.
Ginny Weasley.
He browsed through the memories he had of her, and was surprised at the interest his young self had in the girl. He remembered writing to her, getting her to empty his soul to him, he remembered kissing her.
He found himself wanting the girl. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, fell her next to him, to kiss her again, to fell she belong to him.
Well, what he wanted he would get.
I'll think about that later.- he thought-Its time to present the Death Eaters with the new young me!
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She was on the cold floor, watching as the figure of a young man came out of the black book. She was feeling weaker and weaker. She watched helpless as the young man came near her, and with a wicked smile on his face, kissed her lips. His hands were on her face, and he smiled at her tears.
'Ginny.'- she heard him say. And them he kissed her again, wile she had no power to fight him.
Ginny woke up suddenly. It was the middle of the night. She got up from her bead and headed for the window. It was hot in her room, and she needed some fresh air.
She opened the window, and sat on the window sill. The night air always calmed her down. Tonight though she felt restless. She was used to having nightmares; she had them since her first year at Hogwarts. This was something different.
There was a smell of jasmine in the air, she suddenly noticed. She didn't like the smell of jasmine, it made her fell strange. Memories of her first year ran through her mind. She remembered the way her room smelled of jasmine, every time she wrote to him. No she definitely didn't like the smell of jasmine.
She started to fell nervous at the memories of Tom, so she forced herself to calm down. Tom Riddle was only in her memory. The diary was destroyed, and Lord Voldemort didn't have a single idea of ho she was, nor did he care.
It had been two years since Lord Voldemort had risen again, but by some reason he had remained in the dark. Her father used to say it was his strategy, if he remained hidden, them Fudge would continue to act like nothing had happened two years ago, and this would give time to Voldemort make plans, and gain a nice foothold before he really attack. And the Ministry of Magic could do nothing to prevent it.
She felt the sleep creeping in, and made her way back to her bed, felling a bit more calm with the cool night air
Shortly after she fell asleep, an owl came flying through the open window, and drooped a letter on her bed.
The next morning, Ginny woke up with a knock on her bedroom door. 'Ginny Weasley, its eleven o'clock, come down to breakfast dear!'
She had sleep late; she always woke up at nine. Still feeling sleepy, she sat on her bed, rubbing her eyes, when she noticed a letter on the end of her bed.
It looked like a common letter, and Ginny thought it was probably from one of her school friends. She picked it up. There was no name on the letter but hers.
How odd! - she thought.
She opened it still with a sleepy eye, and was surprised to find there was nothing writhen on it too. But a funny smell came from the letter. She took a sniff of it. It wasn't perfume or anything like it; it smelled more like a potion.
Just another joke from the twins.- her mind concluded, and she put the letter on a paper basket.
She looked in to the mirror, waiting to see blue spots on her face, or something like it. The last joke the twins made on her, made her hands go green and her nails turn blue. But nothing happened this time. Well, whatever it was it didn't work, she still looked like her normal self.
For a moment she thought she saw someone reflected on the mirror, besides her. She looked back in to her room, but she was the only one there. She looked back in to the mirror, and it was just her in her room. She shook her head, her imagination was getting the better of her, and what she really needed was some breakfast to wake up.
She went down to the kitchen were she found Ron holding his letter from Hogwarts.
'Here's your letter Ginny.'- he said through a mouthful of toast.
Ginny took the letter from her brother and opened it. This year only Ron and her would be going to Hogwarts, so she was expecting to buy new school stuff this time, instead of second hand items.
Ron got up and got a broom from the broom closet. 'Well, I'm going to practice a little!'- He said as he got out of the kitchen.
Her mom turned to her has she cleaned up the table.
'A friend of mine is coming over today! Would you like to meet her?'
'No thanks!'- her moms visits were always boring, and she had no will whatsoever to spend the afternoon drinking tea, and listening to boring conversations.
With her brothers gone, and her dad working, Ginny was feeling like this would be a boring day at Burrow.
'Mom! Can I go and visit Fred and Gorge, at their shop?'- She asked, hoping that her mother wouldn't make her stay to greet her friend.
'Sure honey!'
Ginny got up in a hurry, and ran to the living room. She got a little Floo powder from the vase, throw it at the fire place, and steeped to the fire.
'Diagon Alley!'
And in a rush of green flames she stepped out to the Leaky Cauldron.
She went to the back of the establishment, to go out to Diagon Alley, but was stopped by a cold familiar voice.
'Miss. Weasley! What a delightful surprise!'
She turned around and found herself looking to a man she positively hated.
Before she could say anything Lucius Malfoy grabbed her hand and kissed it. She tried to remove her hand from his grasp, but he was much stronger then her. He seemed to hold her hand forever, looking into her eyes with a strange knowing smile on his face, until finally he let go.
'Well, the pleasure is all yours!'- Malfoy smiled even wider at her remark. 'If you'll excuse me, I got things to do!' And she turned around to go away.
'Well I suppose your going to Diagon Alley! I am going that way myself.'
And without warning, he took her by the elbow, and led her to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. A little bit frighten by the older man, she let herself be lead, ready to scream if he tried anything funny.
They got to the brick wall, Malfoy touched the bricks with his wand and the wall opened.
They both step in to Diagon Alley, Ginny felling confused with all of his attention.
'Thank you for the pleasure of you company, Miss. Weasley.' And he walked away, laughing slightly at her disbelief.
This was a very weird day. First the letter and now this. Malfoy was surely going nuts.
Ginny started walking towards her brother's shop, stopping by the windows, to see the new brooms in the 'Quality Quidditch Supplies', or the books at 'Flourish and Blotts' .
She got to her brothers store and took a look around. It was full of kids browsing through the joke stuff and talking happily.
'Hey Ginny!' -Fred came from behind the counter, and grinned at his sister 'Glad you came we could sure use a hand around here, the store is full!'
'What would you like me to do?'-Ginny asked.
'Just go over to the cash register, Gorge and I will take care of the rest! We got a few things sold out and we need to get more from the storehouse.'
Fred disappeared in the crowd of kids, and Ginny went behind the counter. The kids did all the shopping they needed in a joke shop, and later on in the afternoon the store was mercifully empty.
Fred and Gorge keep bringing stuff up from the storehouse, and putting things away in the shelves.
'Hey Ginny, there's some food in the back if would like.'- Gorge said, guessing she was hungry.
He guessed correctly, Ginny was starving. When she finish eating, Fred turned to her with a pleading look.
'Ginny would you be so kind and stay a little longer wile Gorge and I go stretch our legs?' -He made a sweet face that she couldn't resist.
'Ok! Just don't take too long, I'm tired and I want to go home!'
'Thanks Ginny, you're a life saver!'
And with that they both left the store.
A few minutes after they left, a woman walked in to the store. She was all dressed in black, had thick, shining dark hair, heavily hooded eyes, and was holding a bouquet of red roses.
'Hello! I'm looking for a birthday present for my nephew.'-she had a sweet voice, and was looking at Ginny with a smile that reminded her of Malfoys smile after he kissed her hand.
'What do you have in mind?'- Ginny replied, trying to be helpful.
'Well.'- the woman said looking around- 'I don't see anything I like here! It is all too simple!' - she added looking at the shelves 'My nephew likes to play more complicated jokes. Is there anything else in the back'?
'I don't know! - she said, realizing she didn't know her brothers stock all that well. 'Ill go check!'
She went to the back of the store. She was sure there was a book that her brothers had invented that was constantly skipping pages so that one would get lost wile trying to read it. But no kid would buy it because it was too expensive. Surely this was what the woman was looking for.
She found it in a crate, and went back, but when she got there the woman was gone, and a red rose was resting on the counter. She settled the book, and looked at the rose. This was a very weird day indeed.
She pick up the rose and turned it in her hand, wondering why the women had left it there. She couldn't resist to smell it, she just loved the smell of roses. So, looking for a jar to put the rose in, she smell It, but instead of smelling like a rose it had a strange smell to it. Much like the letter she had got this morning.
She stopped, looking at the rose and felling totally confused, when the room started spinning.
It was spinning faster and faster, and all that she saw was darkness, before she hit the ground.
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Sorry about any mistakes there might be, but I'm Portuguese, and I'm quite dependent on my spell checker.
Please, please, please review. Nobody takes the time to do it anymore, and it only takes one minute. Thanks!