A/N: Dear reader. I know that some events that I am describing do not fit the Chamber of Secrets original plot. Ginny threw away the journal after the attacks started happening, not before. So, for the sake of this story, let's assume that Ginny disposed of the journal before anything serious happened.
It's been a week since you last talked to Tom. A whole damn week since the journal disappeared. It's been only a week, yet it felt like an eternity. You missed Tom terribly, not realizing how much you actually grew to like his personality. You missed his sarcasm, his dark humor, even his pompous attitude. You wanted him back, yet you could do nothing to contact him. This was an agonizing torture.
You kept questioning yourself over and over. Was it your fault? Did you say something wrong? Did someone steal the journal? Has it simply disappeared because the timeline has been somehow changed? You tried to research anything about time-travel communication devices but found nothing. It was like no such thing could ever exist. This was beyond strange.
You were quickly losing hope as you found absolutely no lead on the journal. You hated yourself for not placing a location charm on it in case it got stolen. Now you had no idea who had it or if it even existed.
So many questions were unanswered, so little time available. You even visited the Restricted Section to expand your research, but just like before you came out empty handed. You were losing sleep and your mind over it.
You didn't want to admit to yourself how much influence Tom had on you, how much you've changed since you got to know him. For some reason, you felt more liberated talking to him than with anyone else. He didn't judge your constant pursuit of knowledge despite it involving the Dark Arts. He understood your needs perfectly. It was like he was able to read your mind, as if he had gone through the same experience you were going through right now. Tom Marvolo Riddle was definitely one of a kind, and you couldn't feel anything but great sadness for losing such an interesting friend. However, you weren't going to let your life stop because of him. You were going to continue your research no matter what. Afterall, Tom probably would have encouraged you anyways.
You were sitting in the library, reading the ancient latin tombs in the secluded area. Of course, you've charmed the covers so you wouldn't get in trouble for "borrowing" them from the Restricted Section. Last thing you needed was detention to waste your valuable time.
"Hello. Mind if I sit with you?" You heard a rather high pitched girly voice.
"I stopped tutoring this year," you replied not even looking at the person, knowing too well it was either a first-year or a second-year. "I hear Hermione Granger is a promising young student though. Maybe you can ask her for help." But the girl didn't leave.
"I'm not looking for a tutor...I'm just looking for a place to sit," you put your book down rather annoyed, only to realize that the library was in fact full now, and your desk was the only one available.
"Fine," you sighed giving up, returning to the confusing yellow pages. The language was rather difficult to understand, not to mention ancient. Good thing you had a latin dictionary at your side, but it wasn't doing much help.
Letting out a rather frustrated growl, you loudly closed your book and closed your eyes, burying your face inside your arms for some peace, wanting to avoid the intruder sitting near you. You were reading for hours, manually writing down the translation of certain parts you didn't understand. Your brain was literally cooked, so you decided to take a little break.
You relaxed your muscles completely, letting your mind and magic free, not at all caring about the unexpected guest by your side. It felt great to lay your head down, relax, and breath in the ancient magic of Hogwarts itself. It was everywhere around you, warm and inviting, yet powerful and protective. However, there was an unexpected disturbance in the magic. You couldn't quite place it. It was powerful, intoxicating, radiating, dominant, thrilling and...dark. But that wasn't the worst part. It felt… familiar, like you've sensed it before. Your body began to react, as if recognizing an old friend. You looked around, trying to find a familiar face, but mostly all of the students were lower classmen. Then your eyes finally landed on the red-haired girl sitting across from you.
This was beyond strange. You haven't seen her since the usual first-year housing ceremony, so there was absolutely no way in hell you would recognize her magic so easily. Plus, the magic you were sensing was mature, not old like Professor Dumbledore's, but more experienced.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked, noticing your baffled expression directed at her. You were startled out of your thoughts instantly.
"Ah, no. Sorry for staring. I'm a bit tired is all. Homework is making me stressed," you replied in an unsure way. "I...gotta go," you didn't know why, but sitting next to this girl was making you feel uncomfortable, as if she knew something you didn't. You quickly packed your things and stormed off, not noticing an uncharacteristic smirk forming on top of the young girl's lips as she watched you leave.
Things were rather strange in Hogwarts nowadays. Ever since the petrified Mrs. Norris incident, everyone seemed to be on edge, especially the professors. It wasn't long before a petrified student was found in the hallways too. Some first-year Gryffindor you didn't know. There were many rumors going around about a heir of Slytherin opening the Chamber of Secrets to cleanse the school off the muggle-born children. However, professors were sure that no thousand year old secret chamber could exist in Hogwarts, since they have searched entire school grounds and couldn't find anything.
Everyone walked in pairs now, even at daytime. No one even dared to roam the hallways past the curfew, expect for you, of course. However, it wasn't because of a Gryffindor courage, it was because of detention with Professor Snape.
In all your time in Hogwarts you were never late to his class, and today was the first time. Of course, that oily-haired bastard gave you detention and took off house points. Most of the professors gave a warning for the first offence, but not him. He despised every student who wasn't in Slytherin, so his punishments were more severe.
You were planning on doing more of your ancient magic research today, but you had to go to that stupid detention instead, and to the Slytherin dungeons of all places. You hated going there alone after classes. It's like Snape wanted you to get molested on your way to his office. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised.
The detention was more than boring, it was extremely dull. Snape knew that you were an able student. Hell, you always got an Outstanding in his class, so why did he make you grade first-year essays?! Was this some sort of an insult? Was he trying to say that you were only capable of first-year material? No matter, you'd blast through this and get it over with.
But to your disappointment, there were too many papers to grade, so you were stuck there all evening until the curfew. What a total waste of time. It was almost time to go to bed, but you decided to quickly run down to the library and pick up Hogwarts history books. All this talk about the Chamber of Secrets being opened really spiked your interest. Professors weren't talking much about it, so you decided to research the subject on your own. Thankfully, you were able to pick random Hogwart books off the shelf before the library closed.
Crap, now you were out past curfew. Great, just great. You placed the Disillusionment charm on yourself which you learned from Tom and quickly headed back to your House. The hallways were empty and deserted. An uneasiness was in the air, making you question your recently made decision concerning the library. Being alone only made things worse. You could feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up as you quietly walked in the dim-lighted hallways. Then, you caught something fiery-red in the corner of your stopped as you watched a familiar red-head swiftly walking away. You decided to follow her, suspecting that she was up to no good.
As you turned the corner you suddenly stopped as you saw no one there. How could this be? Where did she go? Did she simply disappear?
"You know, you should really place a silencing charm on your feet if you want to sneak up on people," you heard a rather cocky tone of voice behind you. You turned around, seeing the girl with crossed arms and an uncharacteristic smirk on her face. "Or have you forgotten already, _?" your eyes widened in response. Who was this girl really and how did she know your name?
The younger female advanced towards you in a rather confident way, waving her wand over you, reversing the Disillusionment charm on your body. This wasn't a regular first-year for sure, so you quickly grabbed your wand and threw a stunning hex at her, feeling threatened. Surprisingly, the girl was able to block it effortlessly and silently (to reader: silent magic is difficult to master). She smirked at you as she began to advance forward, slowly closing the distance between you two. You could feel the dark powerful magic radiating off her, surrounding you in a rather uncomfortable but intoxicating cocoon. You started to feel powerless as regular hexes didn't seem to work, so you decided to use the dark spells you've learned from the ancient tombs. You knew it was against the school rules, but this girl wasn't normal. The evil smirk on her face was freaking you out as well as her eyes, which were staring directly at you in a rather enjoyable way.
Quickly making up your mind, you fired a dark slicing hex at her shoulder, expecting her to fall down to the floor. But she blocked the curse with a powerful shield that not even a six-year student could master. The girl smiled at you, as if she was proud of something, her eyes still directed only at you.
"I'm glad you've been studying up without me," she spoke, advancing faster now. Your wand was shaking as you directed it at her, walking backwards as you fired curse after curse at the deranged first-year, each darker than the last. The girl's sinister smirk suddenly transformed into a mad glee as she blocked all of your dark ancient spells. Panic and fear filled your body to the point where you couldn't feel the cold stone wall against your back. With a swift disarming charm, you were left powerless and vulnerable.
The girl put your wand in her cloak pocket and smiled up at you. As she came closer, your body squirmed under the pressure of her powerful dark magic, but it wasn't hurting you, it was keeping you still in one place caressing your sensitive skin in the process. It almost felt like those dreams you used to have a while ago.
"Who are you?" you spoke, your lower lip trembling. "What do you want from me?" you suddenly whimpered as the redhead was uncomfortably close to you now. She was short but it didn't seem to stop her. She slowly inhaled your scent, her face so close to your neck you could feel her warm breath against your skin. What the hell was she doing?!
"Don't act like you haven't missed me," she spoke in a darker, more masculine and familiar voice. You knew you heard it from somewhere before, but in your panicked state you couldn't put your finger on it. You wanted to push the smaller body away, but you felt the tip of a wand pressed against you.
"What are you talking about? I don't know you!" you replied in a panicky way.
"You know me better than you think," spoke the dark masculine voice again. You finally recognized the voice as the one from your weird sex-dreams. So, whoever this was, invaded your dreams and molested you in your sleep! You wasted no time and opened your mouth to scream for help, but you suddenly felt soft lips against yours in a rather forceful kiss. You struggled against the smaller body, but the magic engulfing you kept you in place, making you unable to break free. You in no shape or formed liked girls, but your body began to relax on its own, as if recognizing a familiar set of lips against yours. You heard a pleased low moan against your mouth as you allowed the kiss to deepen, feeling dizzy and powerless in the person's clutches.
It felt like an eternity before the redhead pulled away from you, wiping the side of her mouth with a thumb. Her lips were formed into a pleased obnoxious smirk as she observed your disheveled condition.
"I wish you'd remember this, but I don't want to spoil the surprise," the first-year spoke and lifted her wand at your face. "Obliviate."
Before you knew it, your mind was wiped clean and you couldn't remember anything that happened. You blinked at the empty dim-lighted hallway, not remembering how you got there. Noticing your schoolbag, you realized that you visited the library and were now walking the school grounds after hours. Quickly putting the Disillusionment charm on yourself, you made your way back to your room undetected and unaware of the passionate kiss you shared with a girl just moments ago.
Everything was going according to plan, well, mostly. What happened just moments ago was not planned at all. Tom was mad at himself for succumbing to his urges so soon, but he was satisfied with your submissive behavior, at least in the end. He was also pleased with your use of Dark Arts, as well as the level of mastery you possessed. Even though you used the spells for self defense, he knew that sooner or later you would use them for your own selfish deeds. You were slowly changing into a worthy powerful lady, and he couldn't wait to claim you as his. But first, he needed to get out of this journal. It was easier to control Ginny's body day after day, but he wanted his own body back. The Weasley-girl was slowly losing her life energy, making Tom stronger and more powerful. Soon enough, Ginny Weasley will be no more, and Lord Voldemort would rise again.
