My second fan fiction :D, first individual one... well actually not quite so individual, seduced by moonlight helped me out ;). She is awesome, go check her out.. right after your done reading, rating and reviewing mine.

Anyways a bit about this story... this is tom and Ginny at the time of the chamber of secrets. Tom riddle is, in my mind a very charismatic handsome young man and I decided he would be good for Ginny, if only he didn't go just slightly a little bit psycho. Anyways, this story is about Ginny writing to tom in the journal and we will see where it goes from there, it's as much a surprise for me as it is you.

happy reading

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I hesitated, quill poised above the paper.

Memories of last night flitted through my head, waking up, my hands drenched with blood.

But then, his kind sympathetic words.

A drop of ink dripped off the end of my quill making a dot on the paper. It shimmered on the paper for a moment, my heart hammered fast.

The slowly it was absorbed into the paper.

"cat got your toungue" came back the teasing words, I could almost hear the slurring mockery of his voice. Subconsciously I smiled.

"No I killed the cat," I wrote with a smirk knowing that he would appreciate the blood thirstiness of my humour.

"No dear, petrified," he corrected, "I could never bear to see you take a life, never see the torture that causes on ones soul, leave that dreadful business to me, I shall protect you so you never need to."

I smiled, knowing I should not take comfort in his willingness to kill, but after all in these troublesome times it seemed to come down to kill or be killed and I was glad that the blood would not be on my own hands.

He often assured me of his love through his actions. Of course he had not actually said the words yet, but I knew he meant it with ever action he took. He had told me it was all for me, and I believe him.

"oh, I wish I could see you" I scratched hesitantly in the book.

I held my breath as the ink faded away, his reply was a long time in coming. Eventually the words formed on the page in his old fashioned writing

"ok but you're going to have to trust me, no matter what happens"

I was nervous. He was powerful, I had witnessed firsthand the power he possessed, and the destruction he could cause, I myself had lent a helping hand in that, felt his power course through my veins But I also knew he loved me.

"ok, I trust you"

"before I can see you I need more strength, and I need you to help me get it"

He replied quickly almost eagerly.

The words disappeared and were replaced by new ones.

"now don't get scared, but I need...."

This confused me, never before had I seen him lost for words, he always had the answer, always so sure of himself.

"What? You know you can ask me, I'll do anything to see you"

"I need you, to put a drop of your blood on the page, don't worry though, it only needs to be a little bit and if you charm it first it won't hurt at all."

I didn't write back, unsure of what to do, it all seemed a bit sadistic, but romantic at the same time, a self sacrifice to be made for the chance at being together.

As I was thinking words began to form once more on the page

"It's ok if you don't want to, we will find another way to be together."

Without letting myself to think any further about it I slit the skin on the palm of my hand and allowed the blood to drip onto the page.

The world began to spin, making me feel woozy. I fell heavily onto a cold stone floor.

I tried to stand, but I became aware of the blood still flowing from my hand.

'Dam it, I should have charmed it' I cursed myself

Then a hand appeared before my face, I followed the long, pale slender arm up to a handsome face.

I grabbed his hand with mind and he helped me to my feet.

He carefully turned my hand over, examining the cut on it.

Concern creased his forehead.

"you didn't charm it" he said in his smooth deep voice, it sounded exactly how I had imagined it, though there was something hidden in there, an emotion that I couldn't quite identify. He drew his wand and gently closed the wound.

The effort it took seemed to tire him greatly.

I looked up into his blue/grey eyes and decided I would do whatever it took to help him return to full power.