"Ginevra Weasley," the soft voice of Tom Marvolo Riddle says, his handsome face inches from hers. He smiles, eyes dead and cold. He takes a step back and moves his wand through the air swiftly. Next thing eleven year old Ginevra Weasley knows, she is lying flat on the ground, arms pinned to the floor, chained. She looks at him with big, innocent eyes, biting her lip hard, trying to remember how she got there and not to show how much the chains around her wrists hurt. As if reading her mind, Tom answers:
"Physical pain is nothing but temporary." and his pupils grow dangerously small.
Ginny nods slightly, not sure what he is talking about, but simply focusing on trying to ignore the stabbing pain. He takes a step towards her and bends down before her. "Look at me." his voice is soft, poisonous, and she obeys. "Showing that you are in pain, Ginevra Weasley. How weak you must be. You need to be strong, love." and he looks at her with those loving eyes, the sparkle in them that captured her in the beginning, when the dairy was simply a friend in times of loneliness. What a fool she must have been to get tricked by such fakeness.
"The blood that runs through your veins," he touches her cheek with a feather light touch, his long and white fingers tracing patterns on the soft skin. She blushes involountarily and Tom's face lights up at the flow of blood. "Strong." he stands up again.
The next thing she knows, the world around her turns black.