Buried Memories

Chapter 3

By: Garnet Til Alexandros XIII

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

((GINNY POV)) A/N: SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED. I always look at reviews, and by a very special reviewer wanting me to update, I did. Please ignore my grammar mistakes, I got a new computer and microsoft word is not yet installed. I'm using wordpad.

A blurry image.

I walked over to the table, and put one splash of water in the bowl. Not enough.

I'm worried that he'll be thirsty.

I turn it on again and put even more water in the bowl. Almost there, but still not anough.

I'm worried he'll be hungry.

I kick at it, and then turn it again. Nothing comes out. This can't be right. I take off my glove that was on my hand, and turned it with my bare hand, feeling the cool metal surface against my flesh.

There was water.

I'm worried he'll be lonely.

But not anymore, since the cup is now full.

I shall serve it to him with my own hand. My bare hands, pure and with no leather wall covering it.

Shall he be happy?

I dare say Tom Riddle will.

Ginny woke up, kicking her blankets. She wasn't much of a screamer from bad dreams, she just kicked around. Being Head Girl had it's ups, for instance, like her own room.

And she was happy for her privacy. She sat upright, kicking off her blankets as she felt a shiver run down her spine from the cold September air. She wrapped a robe around her dainty body; long, slim, yet weak.

Ginny, unaware of her bare-footedness, walked out of the girls dormatries as she did what she always did at nights like these-- eat. She climbed out of the portrait of the Fat Lady as she silently made her way towards the kitchens, careful not to be caught.

"Missus!" A wide-eyed elf, Dobby, whispered out as he saw the shadow of Ginny Weasley enter the kitchens. "Why Missus, it's very cold!" Dobby and some of the other house elves scampered to get a blanket for Ginny, who took it with a soft smile and a thank you.

Dobby smiled, proud that he could be of help to the friends of Harry Potter. "What may I get for you, Missus?" He asked.

"Some hot chocolate would be nice, Dobby." Ginny smiled. She was always happy to see Dobby, he was so friendly, so eager to please.

Just like she had been. Ginny's smile faltered as it turned into a frown. Not long after had Dobby brought her the hot chocolate and left her to her own thoughts.

Ginny closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of the chocolate, smiling. She loved chocolate very much, but never had much time to enjoy it like she did now. Taking soft sips of her chocolate, she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the liquid travel through her body.

Tom layed sprawled against a sleepy Ginevra Weasley, softly twirling a strand of colorful red hair around his finger. "And then, they lived happily ever after.." Tom finished, ending his story. He smiled, gently. "If only we had once been like that." He smirked.

He closed his eyes, gently allowing sleep to overtake him.

Ginny frowned, her eyes stuck on the fire-place as she stared off into the distance.

"Damn it, Tom! I know you've changed! You're weren't like that before!" Ginny shrieked, a yell that would make a banshee proud. Her chest heaved as she breathed, her voice going soft. "I know."

Tom laughed, he didn't know why. He turned his eyes on her, giving her a cold look. "People don't change, Ginevra. They never will." He turned around, looking at his chamber. "What has been engraved in fate cannot be altered." He gritted out through clenched teeth.

"No! People can change! They mature, they gain knowledge, and they CHANGE!" Ginny continued, stepping a few steps closer to Tom.

Tom chuckled, then laughed, his laughter ringing throughout the chamber.

"Just like fairy tales say that you can live happily ever after?" Tom raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Came the soft reply.

Ginny sighed, leaning against her chair as she heard someone come into the kitchen.

"Weasley?" A sharp, piercing, voice cut through the air.

Ginny whirled around in her seat, her hair flying all over the place.

"Malfoy!" She stared, wide-eyed, trying to figure out what to say next.

Draco raised an inquisive eyebrow, but just sat down at the chair across from her.

"What are you doing here, Weasley? It's way past curfew." He clapped, and Dobby appeared, bowing with the usual 'what may I do for you?' question.

"Just a glass of hot water, please." Draco sneered.

"You're not supposed to be here either! And what I do here is none of your business, now if you don't mind-- but who cares if you do, I'll be on my way now!" Ginny felt her anger flare a bit as she took the last sip of her chocolate, whipped her mouth with a napkin, and exited the kitchen.

Draco simply shrugged.

Oh! How annoying! Ginny thought to herself as she walked through the hallways, heading up to the Griffyndor Tower to catch what was remaining of her sleep.

"Master!" A shadowy figure bowed low, shivering with fear.

"About the things I requested for you to accomplish," A voice said.

"Cancel them." It finished.

"Wh-what!" The bowed figure stuttered out, immediately regretting the questioning of the Lord.

"You heard me, you fool!" Tom yelled, annoyed.

The servent couldn't help but jump a bit at the cold voice.

"I want to do this myself." Tom whispered, more to himself than anyone.

A/N: Yea well.. it's short, but I wanted to get it out quickly, so you guys could know, I WILL BE UPDATING MORE FREQUANTLY.

D As long as I get great reviews like I did 3 3 3 Luv ya's too! ITALIC is past. Meaning, REGULAR IS THE PRESENT!