A/n This is one of the stories that I've come up with being inspired by Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, which I went to 7:30 opening night. HMMMMM, Tom Riddle/Voldemort is SOOOOOO HOTTTT! As is Tom Felton . . . gimme some of that! Some day I'm gonna be in jail for stalking those two . . . no, my heart may belong in Britian, but the only way I'm going there is if my writing or animating jobs bring me there. Damn, but anyway, here comes the newest addition to my account.

~*BRI*~

When He Was Tom . . .
Chapter 1: Back in Time

Voldemort looked over at the man sitting in front of him. They were in a dark chamber staring at each other, waiting for one another to answer. "I understand I should have had a wife, but no woman has ever lived up to my standards."

"And so you're willing to let all you've worked for go to waste?" Said the man in a slithery voice. Voldemort leaned back.

"I see you've already thought this through. And how may I ask am I to get married in this time, when the battle's are raging around us?" Said Voldemort bristling.

"You aren't. You remember that spell in Slytherin's book?" Said the man.

"The time travel spell."

"Exactly."

"You're suggesting we send a woman from this time to my old school days?" Said Voldemort.

"Exactly." Repeated the man.

"And who, even now, would be evil enough to be my wife?" Said Voldemort smiling faintly.

The man stood and gave him some papers. "Read the first paragraph." He said waiting.

"Personality quizzes? What's this nonsense?" Said Voldemort looking up from the papers.

"She's a muggle and she writes. That's one of her stories right now, it's about Granger being switched to Slytherin, having a relationship with my son, then having to leave him because she's been chosen as an heir of Slytherin along with Potter." Said the man, now identifying himself as Lucius Malfoy.

"And you think this promotes the nessecities of my marriage?" Hissed Voldemort.

"We think she has powers, she just doesn't know it. There isn't a school in America where she can go, so she may not get the training she needed." Said Lucius. "And . . . we've been watching her."

"Without my orders?"

"It was for the best."

"Tell me what you saw." Said Voldemort, his interest sparked.

"Well, she really has the makings of a DeathEater. She's conniving, cunning, very smart, she can pull her way out of sticky situations, and . . . what were her words. . . she thought you were . . . hot in the second movie about Harry Potter." Lucius Malfoy smiled from behin his mask as the corner's of Voldemort's mouth turned up.

"You believe she is perfect for me?" Said Voldemort reading the story and instantly becoming entranced.

"Yes sir, just say the word and we can have Crabbe deliver the potion into some of her food." Said Lucius. Voldemort kept reading. "Sir? Master?"

Voldemort's head snapped up and he smiled. "I like this girl. Do it . . . except, kidnap her, I want to see her reaction before you put make her drink the potion."

"Yes master, I assure you, she's the right one." Said Lucius bowing his wayout of the room.

"Oh Lucius, if this doesn't work, you'll be 6 feet under in no time." Said Voldemort raising his wand. Lucius stiffened as he nodded and left.

"Did he say yes Lucius?" Said a short man coming to join him in his descent down the castle's stairs.

"Of corse he did, now we have to kidnap her." Said Lucius.

"Go ot America? Great." Muttered the man sarcastically.

"Well, you do want his reign to be over don't you. I'm personally surprised to find myself wishing that you hadn't gone to find him Wormtail. We've got to get the girl, send her to 1941, then kill her when we get the chance. Voldemort doesn't know it, but he just permitted a weakness into his life." Said Lucius removing his mask as he stepped outside of the castle.

"What's the girls name again?" Said Wormtail.

"BRITTANY DALLY!" Shouted a woman at the front of the class. Brittany jumped and dropped her pencil covering her writing quickly, before the teacher could see it. The class was chuckling a bit.

"Sorry." She muttered. The teacher glared at her.

"I've told you not to write in my class." Said the teacher holding out her hand. "Give me the notebook." Brittany sighed through her nose and glanced across the room at her friend who looked on sympathetically. She handed the notebook to the teacher and crossed her fingers behind her back.

**Don't let her keep it!** She thought jiggling her foot. The teacher read the entry, her eyes soon as big as saucers. She looked up at Brittany.

"You wrote this?" Said the woman.

"No I'm copying it off someone else's story just to take all the credit." Muttered Brittany making the class around her laugh.

"Brittany . . . this is VERY good." Said the teacher ignoring the comment.

"Thanks I'll make sure to tell my friend in Iowa." Said Brittany turning, knowing the teacher was going to keep it.

"Brittany. . . you can have this back, if you promise not to write anymore in my class." Said the teacher handing her the note book.

Brittany stared in amazment but took the book and went back to her desk. Tania Gold held out her hand and Brittany gave her a dazed high five. Then she shrugged and took up her pencil again, but not to write, she knew not to go any farther, she was smart that way.

So when classes finally got out she ran to her locker and picked up all her homework, she then went to sit in front of the huge window that looked out over the parking lot and began writing.

**Hermione threw down her robes and turned on Harry. "You lied to me!" She shouted charging him.

"About what?" Said Harry squirming under her grasp as he slammed into the wall.

"You said Draco was working for Voldemort the whole time!" Said Hermione. Draco's ears perked up.

"You told her that?" He hissed at Harry who collapsed on the floor as Hermione let him go. She turned to Draco.

"What?" She said, fury shaking in her voice.**

"Ms. Dally?" Said a voice above Brittany. She looked up to find a tall man with long blond hair looking down at her.

"Yes?" She said defiantly, if he was going to tell her she had to move he had another thing coming.

"You're coming with me." He said smiling as a black bag dropped down over her eyes.

"What the hell!? Let me out!!" She shouted as she was picked up. She struggled trying to get out of the bag, before she heard a popping noise and she was over come with a wave of nausia.

She finally got another fresh breath when she tumbled onto the floor. Two men instantly took her arms and shoved her into a chair tying her wrists and ankles to it. The man who'd been talking to her glared down at her. "Brittany Dally, you have been chosen to be Lord Voldemort's wife."

"Gross, he's like 67 or something." Said Brittany her mouth rising in a snarl. "Let me go!"

"You will be sent back to 1941 when he was Tom Riddle and 14, you will attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry under the watchful eye of Headmaster Dippet. Our master would first like to see you before you are sent off." Said Lucius stepping back. Another man took his place and stood before Brittany. His pale hand reached out and took ahold of one of her red curls.

"Brittany Dally . . . yes, you are the one." He said watching her reaction.

"I'm sorry I haven't been introduced to you. Maybe you could knock me round the head a couple times so I can wake up from this demented dream." Said Brittany, trying to bite Voldemort's hand. His shrill laughter filling the room and sent a shiver down Brittany's spine. "You're . . . you're . . ." Voldemort took off his hood and came an inch from Brittany's hood.

"I am Lord Voldemort, and you will be my wife." He said. Brittany's eyes widened in terror as Lucius moved forward again, a goblet in his hand. Voldemort raised his wand. **drink the potion** Said a voice in the back of her head. She moved forward obeying, but suddenly she didn't want to.

**Why?"** She thought pulling back. **That could erase my memory or something, I might not be able to write again!**

**DRINK IT** Shouted the voice.

**I'd rather not. It stinks.** Thought Brittany smiling and sitting placidly back in her chair. Suddenly a wave of sickness over took her as ten other wands turned towards her.

**Drink it.** Said a resounding voice in her head. She leaned forward again and drank deeply from the goblet. The world tipped over and Brittany fell backwards her wrists untying and her ankles. She fell back farther, unable to control her dizziness until she finally landed in a comfortable bed. Her eyes snapped open, even though she hadn't even known she'd closed them, and she looked around. "What the . . .?" She said getting up and looking around a room to familiar from the Harry Potter movies.

"I don't know where she came from, she just shooted from the sky and landed in the courtyard." Said a boys voice. She looked around to find two shadows growing on the wall as the two people came nearer.

"Well it's good you brought her here Tom. She might have something wrong with her." Said a woman's voice. Another shadow appeared.

"Has she come to yet?" Said an old man's voice. Brittany blinked a few times as the shadows turned into humans and she was staring into the red tinted black eyes of Tom Riddle.

"I believe she has." He said quietly. Brittany gulped and looked around.

"Where the Hell am I?" She said.