author's note. I am so sorry that I haven't uploaded! I hope this can make up for it! Also anything italicized is her thinking.

I awoke to darkness surrounding me as I laid down on what seemed to be a very hard and unwelcoming floor. My eyes fluttered open and I screamed the most blood-curdling scream that I believe has ever graced the Earth.

In front of me was none other then my worst nightmare. My literal nightmares come true. For, standing in front of me as I awoke was none other then Lord Voldemort.

No longer the teenager I had once loved and cared about. The man who now stood before me was hideous and repulsive. His snake like features would haunt my dreams forever. His skin was as pale as it could be and his nose wasn't even there. His head held no hair on it, as though the hair was to scared to grow on it. He was wearing a set of green robes with his Dark Mark emblem on the front. His face currently held the biggest smirk of triumph I had ever seen. It sent shivers down my spine and the nerves across my body on fire. It was terrifying and exhilarating, It was the trill of the fight coursing through my veins. It was everything I had hoped I would never feel.

Fear filled my mind and senses as he grinned down at me. Causing a new shock of fear to inflame my senses. A face like that should never hold that grin. A face like that should not even exist. A looming sense of doubt grew in the back of my mind, how could Harry ever win? How could anyone ever live? This man was death. This man was evil in the flesh. If you could consider what his body was as flesh.

"Well, well, well. It seems as if the little Gryffindor princess isn't such a good girl anymore. Welcome to your new home….Ginevra," his voice still the same as it was when he was in the journal and it somehow comforted me. It gave me something to hold on to. Something that felt real.

I attempted to talk back and speak but I found that nothing would come out because my throat was so dry. He seemed to notice, and he waved his hand making a glass of water appear in his hand. Wandless magic, I noticed, great. He's more powerful then I thought.

Voldemort held out his hand for me and I couldn't help but internally gape over the situation. Why is he being nice? I mean shouldn't he kill me? Maybe he's waiting to torture me and use that against Harry? Oh Harry's going to be so broken up when he finds that I'm here. This is bad, bad, bad, bad; my mind chorused over and over again. I realized with a shock that as long as Harry still walked the planet, that I would never leave this place alive. His words finally hit home, in the fact that this …place was now my home.

I eventually came back to my senses and realizing that I really had no choice but do what he said now, I grabbed his hand. He helped me to get into a chair nearby and I noticed that I wasn't in a dungeon. I was actually in a bedroom.

The room's walls were a dark silvery grey. The bed was all black and looked like satin. The bed also had a full black canopy and looked like heaven in this hell. The bedroom was complete with a foyer like area, which we were in now. On one wall there was a large black desk and around 20 books in two glass classes on each side of the desk. They were probably collectable books seeing the way that they looked. On the desk there were stacks upon stacks of papers that were moving in a work charm that the owner must have put on it. It looked like an invisible man was sitting at the desk working. Pens were signing and things were being putting into cabinets. Dad would love to know that spell, I thought. Before I realized I would probably never see my parents again. On the next wall over there was a door that was all silver and gilded with the utmost taste. On the other side there was an oval shaped set of windows that had black curtains that were pulled back so I could see outside. Overall, the room looked like a royal place. I looked back at him and saw him just observing me. Waiting for me to speak. Oh yeah, I was going to say something wasn't I?

I looked around the room one more time re-gathering my thoughts, when suddenly I realized something really bad. "Uh-oh. This is your room isn't it?" I asked with a look of nervousness on my face. "Yes," he replied simply saying nothing more and waiting for me once again to speak. I was taken back by his lack of, well, evilness. I mean he wasn't called the Dark Lord for nothing. Why was he acting so, not evil?

"How did I get here?" I asked since it was the main thing on my mind. All I remembered was being in Dumbl-Snape's office with Luna and Neville and then seeing the diary and then I was gone into space and oblivion. Only to wake up in this place I will call Hell on Earth. I watched as his facial expression changed from one of general instrest to confusing and anger. I backed up slightly upon seeing him snarl lightly.

"I….don't…know," he said violently as he stood and walked to the windows on the side of the room. Clearly Tom Riddle does not like not knowing stuff.

AN/ Reviews always appreciated! New chapter should be soon coming!