Ginny willingly followed Tom, not believing she was in such a position. She thought her days of Tom Marvolo Riddle were over once the diary was destroyed and Harry defeated Voldemort. How could she be staring at his back now? What could have caused her to go back nearly forty years in time?

"You're staring at me." Tom said, not turning back to look at her. His voice was as cold as she last remembered.

Ginny remained silent. She couldn't come up with a logical explanation. What could she say?

Sorry that I lunged at you, but you've deceived me, almost killed me, and in about twenty years you will terrorize everyone I love, leaving some dead, alone, tortured, and maimed.

"Yeah, that's a great explanation." Ginny thought, glaring at the most vile wizard in his sixteen-year-old form.

Climbing the stairs, Tom finally stopped. His jaw set and his eyes now piercing her, he looked her over.

"I've never seen you before, Weasley." He said it in the same condescending manner that Malfoy said it. The complete opposite of how he used to address Ginny.

"Well, you don't know everything, now do you, Tom Riddle?" She said, daring to use his real name.

Ginny pushed past him, knowing full well where the Infirmary was. She didn't need this third degree questioning from him, of all people. Her response, however, struck him and he followed her. Of course Slughorn had used his first name, but how did this girl know his full name? She said it as if she had known him, as if he'd hurt her.

He merely followed her for the sake of curiosity. Ginny knew he was fishing for a question, but wasn't coming up with anything logical.

Finally, he touched her arm, making her turn around. "What?" She asked.

"You're not from here." He stated simply.

Ginny just looked him over. He stood proudly, his dark hair and clear, cold eyes were so familiar to her and it almost hurt to look at him. She knew she couldn't answer his questioning look. There was too much and as much as she wanted to, she couldn't change the future.

She just shook her head. "I can't—" She was ready to give him the cliché speech about changing history, as they know it, when he interrupted her.

"I know. You can't tell me. But the mere fact that you know me, means I've done something to you." Tom said, deducing that he must have become something great.

"I can't say anything to that effect either." Ginny said, sighing.

"Well, I don't know how to respond. Giving you an apology would not only be uncharacteristic of me, but I don't even know what I did." He said, matter-of-factly.

Ginny nodded. "You wouldn't apologize anyway. You knew what you were doing when you did it. I, sadly, fell for that undeniable charm that you possess." She said as she turned back around and headed into the Infirmary.

She left Tom there and she figured she might not have to see him again. She'd find Dumbledore, get a Time-Turner and everything would be fine and dandy. She can get on with her pathetic existence in 1997.

Another Medi-Witch sat in Madame Pomfrey's seat. She was scribbling on parchment when Ginny entered the room. As most of Hogwarts, this hadn't changed much either.

"Can I help you?" The witch asked.

"Umm. I'm supposed to meet Professor Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn here. It's a long story, but I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. Professor Slughorn said to come here." She told the elder witch.

Coming around the desk, the Medi-Witch led Ginny to a bed and began to run a few diagnostic spells. Ginny sat back and closed her eyes.

This must be a dream or something explained similarly. How else could she wind up being face to face with Tom Riddle. Sighing, Ginny figured she managed herself pretty well, besides the initial burst of running at him with her wand drawn frantically. But that was still understandable.

She could have launched herself into a historical fit, but would that have managed anything? No. Tom Riddle, Voldemort would have gloated. To know that he caused damage and that much… No, he must never know the future destruction that he would commit.

She was snapped out of her thoughts as the Medi-Witch thrusted a metal goblet into her hands. "Just a Reviving Potion." She said in response.

Ginny shook her head after chugging the nasty concoction and tried to forget about the future conversation she'd have with Dumbledore.

A/N: Sorry this is so short and awkward. It was a filler. So, I'd like to hear from my readers. I can see I'm getting hits, but I don't know what you guys think.