I can't believe it
"How could you!" Ginny sobbed, her tears mixed in blood from her fall in the infamous Chamber of Secrets. A year of secrets and naivety
had gotten her here. A year of trusting a diary that talked to her. A year of strangling
chickens and controlling basiliks. That's what had led her here.
The slightly blurry Tom Riddle smiled mockingly at Ginny,
"Why, Little Ginevra, I thought you enjoyed my company?" he sneered, his whole body taunting her in every way, (A/N: Not the perverted way!)
Ginny stood up unsteadily, her vision tearing. Tom Riddle seemed more stable and he was still sneering at Ginny, his ice blue eyes tearing her apart at the seams.
"Hey Ginevra, you do enjoy my company right. I'd be hurt if you didn't" he said, a shocked expression on his face soon turning to one of deception. Ginny was still crying, her mouth tasting the salinity in the tears.
"I liked you when you pretended to be my friend, when you were actually nice to me!" she yelled angrily, her hands desperatly wiping away the tears that melted her facade of independence. On the inside she was just a little girl, just
a lonely little girl who still wanted
that friend that was always there, like Tom Riddle,
"Mm, I think we can arrange something" he muttered. He gently took Ginny's wand from her shaking hand, his eyes turning from the ice blue to a dark and serence blue that scared her and calmed her in a strange way muttering a
complicated Latin mumble concerning time travel and age transformation. A time turner appeared in his hand but with the number
17 inscribed on the corner. Ginny watched him apprehensively, what was he doing? He gave it 2 taps with the wand and placed it around Ginny's neck. She faded into the background with a bewildered look on her face. Tom
smiled and took a strand of long red hair from his hand hidden behind his back, duplicated the hairs, conjured a semipermanant Polyjuice potion, lied down on the floor and made an illusion of himself waiting in the shadows to
confront the 12 year old Harry Potter.
Ginny opened her eyes and looked around. The first thing that was obviously apparent to her two brown eyes was that she was outside and not in that horrid Chamber. No matter what time Tom had sent her too, she was glad to be
away from the basilisk and the large Slytherin statue.
Flashback
Ginny sat in the Chamber of Secrets next to Tom Riddle
"Tom, why did you take me here?" she had asked, showing the curiousity and trusting nature of an eleven-year old.
"Well, Ginevra. Since you asked I'll tell you but you have to answer as many questions in return as I want". Tom said, his eyes glinting at the reaction he excepted it to bring.
"Oh, Tom you don't have to bargin for answers, I'd tell you anything" her eyes, unlike Tom's were big and brown and trusting
"How old are you, Ginevra?" he asked, fingering her long red and gold Gryffindor scarf, judging her reaction again,
"I am Eleven years old" Ginny answered promptly, to her it was all a game and Tom was her partner in it.
"Ginevra, what do you think of Slythe-" Tom didn't even have time to finish his sentence before the volcano inside Ginny burst,
"I hate them! Tom, they are so mean. They always make fun of me for having no friends and they just-" she yelled before she broke off into tears. Tom had stilled, he hadn't missed the red glint in her eyes,
that little spark that could be changed into a burning fire. There was hope yet.
"Ginevra, everyone is different. For instance, the Slytherins may think that since you are lonely that you are very confident and try to make you less over-confident" Tom said quietly, looking into her eyes and trying
to will a trust in the young girl. Ginevra had stopped crying and seemed thoughtful,
"You know, that seemed their intent. Maybe I'm too quick to judge" she said guiltily, looking at Tom for consolation which Tom gave happily,
"Ginevra, everyone understands House rivalry. You just need to tone down a bit" Ginny smiled and hugged Tom who looked shocked for a second but then hugged her back,
"Can I give you a history lesson, Ginevra" Tom asked, weighing his chances
"Yeah" she answered, looking eagerly up at him.
"Salazar Slytherin was a really good guy, he was misunderstood by the other 3 founders because he only wanted cunning students like Gryffindor only wanted brave students but the 3 founders decided that cunning
wasn't a skill to enjoy so they banished Salazar and before he left he built this chamber which no one in the school knows about except for you and me." with this, he smiled and Ginny's heart lifted with joy.
The large Slytherin statue suddenly seemed less imposing and was it smiling at her? She felt a sudden chill run along her spine and she turned to Tom who was smiling.
"Tom" she said, suddenly realizing that her voice was very quiet,
"Yes Ginevra" came the immediate reply,
"Is the statue smiling?" she asked. Tom smiled again, it only smiled when it knew a true one, a true snake.
"He thinks you're a very good student and would do well in Slytherin" he said promptly, ignoring her yell of outrage as she ran to the statue.
"Stop smiling" she screamed at it, pounding useless fist blows at the stone. It only smiled more and realizing her mistake she backed away, staring at her hands in horror. Without realizing it, she ran into
Tom Riddle and turned on him. Desperate and with no one to turn to, she collapsed in his arms and smiling her comforted her with a mischeious smirk on his face.
End Flashback
She was lying on a forest clearing and she was bigger than usual; she stood unsteadily and saw a figure vanish behind a tree. She seemed to be older and she understood, she was 17 years old in
whatever year Tom had placed her in. Her knees were wobbly and her eyes seemed to play tricks on her. They couldn't be those two ice eyes.
"Hello" she said faintly and she saw Tom Riddle in the flesh looking at her. "Oh my" she said in alarm. Tom Riddle stepped out in the clearing with that annoying air of superiority and pushed her against a tree.
"What are you doing here?" he asked and kicked her shins.
"Nothing, nothing" she whispered, her eyes watering in pain.
"Oh really" he breathed into her ear, making her shiver with fright
"Yes" she stuttered, almost like a question. He looked deep into her eyes and she was more than drawn into him. Images of her flashed through him as her preformed Legillimency on her.
He could feel himself manipulating her and gaining immense satisfaction and then he saw the scene in the Chamber of Secrets, realizing what had happened in an instant.
This girl had come from a future when she had gotten hold of his diary and he, as a sixteen year old in a diary, had persuaded her to open the Chamber. How Extraordinary!
He decided on one thing, he had to make sure that she was in line and that she trusted him,
"Oh My! Ginevra, I'm so sorry" he said, gasping as he pushed himself back. She stood there, like the terrified little girl that she was in reality, and breathed heavily, " Are you OK?" he asked concernedly,
forming his face into an expression of care. She smiled weakly and coughed quietly,
"Um, how do you know my name?" she asked. The expression on her face was priceless.
"I thought it obvious. You are the exchange student from Germany, right? The one Grindelward chased out?" he questioned,
"Oh, Ginevra Molly" she started,
"Wesely" he finished for her, " A pleasure to meet you. You've been made Head Girl, so that means we'll get to spend more time together because I am Head Boy". He shook her hand warmly. Ginny
was shocked, how could this work out so perfectly.
"I'll introduce you to all your teachers first" he said politely and ushered her out of the forest. Ginny on one hand, felt rather shy. Tom Riddle was treating her nicely again and she felt inclined to give him a second chance.
They chatted about animals and her life on the way up to the castle. Tom was growing confidence with every step, this girl was simple. All he had to do was gain a little more trust and then ask her about the future, or force the
information from her pretty little head. Tom smiled, this was his clay to mold and he had some very interesting ideas on how it was to be molded.