A/N: Sorry that it's been like two months, but I've been so busy. Hanging out with some cool new people and 18 credits has me swamped. Plus, I'm now beta-ing for LouisaB for her story "Once in a Blue Moon". It's an RL/SB fic, but pretty amazing
Anywhoo, on to the next installment. You've waited enough.

Tom sat back in his bed and pondered about his latest endeavor

Tom sat back in his bed and pondered about his latest endeavor. This Weasley girl was far more complicated than he had ever thought. She also knew a great deal more than she let on. It seems that she had been in the Chamber with him before. Perhaps she was from the distant future?

But why would a Gryffindor girl ever be in the ranks with him?

He pondered this for a while, wondering how he associates with her in the future. She clearly wasn't a part of his growing collective. Though they didn't officially have a name yet. All that they had worked out was that they met late at night and wore robes to cover their identity. All except him.

And she didn't fear him. Or rather, she independently challenged him. He'd never really come across someone his age that was like that. Most adhered to him. He was a damn good wizard, and he knew it. He made others know it, too.

Riddle supposed that is what drew him to her. It intrigued and angered him that someone was so brass. Didn't she know he could do a lot of damage? Didn't she know he was the golden boy?

Tom put the book back on his bedside table and proceeded to think about the Chamber. The mysteries of Ginny Weasley would have to wait. After all, the reason he visited her dreams was to find out more about the Chamber of Secrets. And it did, indeed, exist.

One thing he learned about the experience was that he must speak Parseltongue and that is why no one else could find or open the Chamber before. Tom knew that once daybreak hit, he had to get into the girls' bathroom, crying girl or no.

Tom lay back in his bed and closed his eyes. His mind was still racing, however, he knew that in order to survive the next day, he needed sleep. Still, flashes of a younger version of Ginny remained with him. Though convincingly terrifying, there was something that continually drew him to her.

The following day was more of a blur then Ginny would have liked to admit. Though she managed to get more sleep, it was in vain. The dreams had stopped, but she was so restless that now, as she sat in Potions, her brain felt like mush. She wasn't taking anything in and merely just took down the notes that Slughorn was writing on the book.

Morning, Tom.

A cheery eleven year old Ginevra Weasley wrote merrily in her diary. It was early fall and a bright Saturday morning.

Hello, Ginny.

His writing was as crisp as ever. Seeing his writing calmed her.

How was your first test of your Hogwarts career?

Ginny grinned, glad that her new friend remembered.

It went pretty good. I'm not very fond of Snape, but all of my brothers hate him and think he's a prat. Apparently it's because he's a Slytherin.

Ginny's eyes darted over to Tom. He was flipping to some page in the book and writing down notes rather studiously.

You know not all Slytherins are 'prats', as you called them.

Ginny snorted, causing a Gryffindor girl to look over at her.

"Oh, it's nothing…" She replied to the girl's strange looks. "Homework…"

As the girl turned back to her own work, Ginny looked back at the diary.

Doesn't seem so.

She wrote back, her composure now more contained. What a silly thing to say…

Tom suddenly looked up. Ginny flinched, but couldn't look away.

Well, what do you think of me then?

Ginny looked at his smooth cursive confusedly.

But you are my friend. I trust you.

His lower lip curled into a smirk. And yet, Ginny was captivated. Something made her want to know what was going on inside of his head. What was he thinking? What was going on in to make him look at her and smirk?

His green eyes bore into hers and she couldn't control her actions.

"I trusted you…" Ginny thought.

She continued to glare at him as that thought repeated over and over again.

Until suddenly, something answered her back.

"What did I do?" It asked, almost sympathetically.

Ginny quickly blinked as Slughorn announced the end of class.

Closing her book and rolling the parchment up, she turned back to look at Riddle. He was doing the same.

Was it her or had he said something to her… in her head?

He looked up and Ginny put her head down and made her way past him. She would not let him get to her. Not again. This time, his voice would not end up in her head. He would not control her, advertently or inadvertently

But by your assertion, why would you trust a Slytherin?

He had her there. But still, there was something so alluring about Tom that Ginny couldn't help but trust. He was always there for her and he was so smart and charming. Besides, he was in a book. What harm could he possibly do?

You're different, Tom. That's why.

Classes had finally ended and Ginny was sitting on her bed working on an essay for Charms. It was some ridiculous essay, but Ginny figured as long as her mind was off of Tom, she could calm down.

However, it was failing to work. Surely, he didn't say anything. She'd imagined it. Ginny would have felt something if used Ligilimency on her. She would have felt him press in on her conscious or something. She would have fought back. But perhaps, it was the connection. The way the two of them were looking at each other. They were longing to know the other…

No, Ginny refused to think that she would ever desire Tom that much to say that she "longed" after him. Perhaps at one point in her life.

Just thinking about it made her frown. She had to have imagined it all. The stress of everything was giving her crazy dreams, making her hear things, and now, Ginny could swear that everything around her was fading away.

Looking up from her parchment, she watched as the edges of everything around her blurred. No, this was truly happening. It must mean that Hermione was coming. Hopefully she had good news. Or maybe she was coming to take her away!

Suddenly, Hermione's form appeared in front of her.

"Ginny!" She exclaimed hugging her bestfriend. "You'll never believe it…"

Not giving Ginny anytime to react, Hermione grabbed Ginny's shoulders. "Harry's alive!"

AN: Sorry about all the page breaks, but I switched from old diary memories to "real time". Hope you liked, bit of a cliffhanger. Hopefully chapter eleven will be up in a few days. Reviews motivate me!