A/N: just a reminder. Reader-chan does NOT remember the sexy incident described in the previous chapter. The only thing she remembers about Ginny Weasley is meeting her in the library.
The school was getting more and more dangerous. Several Muggleborn students were already in infirmary, completely paralyzed and terrified. You weren't feeling safe anymore, knowing that sooner or later it would be your turn. It only caused you to delve even further into the Dark Arts, going beyond the teachings of the ancient magic for your own protection. If the creature was indeed ancient and still living in the school grounds, you had to be prepared if it ever attacked you. It was only the matter of time before it tracked you down too.
You were raised by a hard-working single muggle mother, not even knowing the true identity of your father other than the name your mother gave you-Zacharias. Maybe she was hiding something from you, maybe she didn't even know his last name, but it was certain that you didn't know much about him either. Though Zacharias was a weird name, it could belong to either a foreign muggle or a respectable wizard. Of course, you weren't getting your hopes up. The chance of you being a half-blood was miniscule.
Through your extensive research, you've realized that the events happening in the school have happened before about fifty years ago, when Tom Riddle was attending Hogwarts. You blinked as you read the old Daily Prophet, describing the death of a student and the school's plans of foreclosure. Tom Riddle saved the day by capturing the culprit who was no other but Remus Hagrid. So this is the reason for his reward for special school services. Interesting. And now the same events were taking place in your time. How very strange.
You wished you had the diary to ask Tom about the Chamber of Secrets, but it was unlikely that he had known more than you, unless he has done an extensive research on it himself. You didn't doubt Tom's brilliance. In fact, you thought he was a man of pure genius, but the whole thing was shrouded in mystery. One thing for sure was that the heir of Slytherin was walking the halls of Hogwarts unnoticed, just like he or she did fifty years ago. You honestly did not want to believe that Hagrid, a half-giant with no wand, could possibly be intelligent enough to find the Chamber of Secrets. Tom's connection to the events fifty years ago, as well as his involvement in the present time, was questionable. The Chamber of Secrets has never been opened before, other than fifty years ago and this year, which was very peculiar.
You closed a book sighing as you put your head down. It was hard to concentrate when you knew you could end up paralyzed or even dead the next day. You looked up as you saw someone sit across from you. The library was practically empty nowadays, with most of the students not leaving their rooms other than for classes. You recognised the first-year redhead from before, the one who set across from you several weeks ago. What was she doing here? Sure, she was a Weasley and a pure-blood, but it was still dangerous to walk around alone like this.
You arched a brow, looking at her rather curiously, noticing bags underneath her eyes as well as the pale appearance of her skin. The girl has obviously seen better days.
"I need to talk to you," she spoke in a rather nervous uneasy tone. "About Tom." Those two simple words have spiked your attention right away. Was she talking about the same Tom or was she simply mistaken? "I need to show you something."
Your eyes widened when she pulled out a very familiar to you journal. Your hand instantly wrapped around your wand under your cloak, ready to attack if needed.
"Tom Riddle isn't a nice person," she began, handing the journal over to you. "Please, take it before he makes me do anything else," you frowned as you looked into her desperate eyes. Your hands eagerly found the journal, not wanting to let it go ever again. So many questions were in your head, yet you were speechless as you stared at the young redhead. Just before you were about to ask how she got her hands on it, the girl's expression changed dramatically. She was no longer a lost scared girl, but a confident frustrated young woman. The expression on her face was starting to look familiar, but you couldn't place you finger on it.
"Tom asked me to show you something," she spoke in a more leveled tone, looking over at your fingers wrapped around the diary. "He thinks it will all make sense later." You frowned as you looked into her brown eyes, not at all wanting to trust her. You remained speechless as you simply watched her, taking out a quill and a bottle of ink.
"Why did you send a bipolar ginger after me?" she scribbled fast into the old empty pages.
Tom was highly amused with her use of words. She has matured a lot since the last time he has spoken to her like this, and she has learned not to trust anyone blindly. Good girl. Yet, she was still trusting him. A grave mistake, yet almost adorable.
"Just follow her. It's a surprise," the words made you squint your eyes at the girl across from you, who has crossed her arms and smirked at you, as if knowing that Tom confirmed her previous statement.
"Let's go," you spoke, putting the journal into your beg. You followed the younger female who was leading you to the abandoned girl's bathroom. You were a bit taken aback by the destination but did not question it. You were too eager to see what Tom has prepared for you. Did he hide something here fifty years ago just for you? It was almost romantic actually.
Your attention was turned back to the smaller figure as your heard her hiss something under her breath, triggering some sort of mechanism within the walls of the girl's bathroom, causing a rather large opening to appear in the middle of the floor. You blinked, not believing your eyes, staring openly before you finally realized what it was. Your wand was out instantly, threatening to spit out dark curses at the Heir of Slytherin.
"It was you," you spoke with a hiss as you watched the girl slowly turn around and smirk at you in a rather uncharacteristically satisfied way. "You're the heir of Slytherin."
"Not exactly," came a rather cocky reply. "As much as I'd love to have our little lovers' quarrel, now is not the time."
You barely had enough time to put up a powerful shield before her spell collided with it. A look of frustration crossed the redhead's eyes.
"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" you sent a curse her way, which she was able to easily block. Her skill was beyond Hogwart's education system. Who the hell was she?!
The smaller female had an annoyed expression on her face as she fired curse after curse at you, causing you to step back. You barely had enough time to put up shields as her attacks continued, relentless, impatient, and powerful. Just as you blocked one spell, another took its place, continuing over and over. You didn't even have enough time to fire a curse back! You were quickly getting exhausted as you barely managed to stand up to her, but eventually succumbed to her skill, feeling the binding curse wrap around your body as your wand was torn from your fingers.
"Honestly, how stubborn can you be," spoke Ginny Weasley as she pushed you into the deep hole, smirking sadistically while she watched your scared expression. You landed on something not too comfortable, hitting your head and losing consciousness. You couldn't believe that you were tricked by a first year.
Everything was going according to plan. Soon he would be free and Ginny's death would be nothing but a tragic accident. As of his new apprentice, she will disappear from the face of the Magical world and become beautifully corrupted by the Dark Arts. Yes, he would teach her everything he knew, sway her over to his side and rule the world. But for now he had certain other matters to attend to, tie loose ends so to speak.
You opened your eyes staring at the stone ceiling, unaware of your surroundings. The surface underneath you was rather comfortable, but you had no idea where you were or how you got to this place. You set up looking around and screamed when you saw...him. The guy from your dreams, sitting on a conjured chair, arms crossed, looking intently at you. You got off the furniture, realizing that it was a classy sofa, and took a step back. Your face became crimson red as you remembered the previous dreams and the things he did to you. Was this another one of those dreams or was it real?
You searched for the wand in your cloak pocket but couldn't find it. Panic filled your very being as you realized you were defenceless against this man.
"Looking for this?" came a low charming voice from his lips. The tips of his mouth lifted into a small satisfactory smirk as he twirled it around in his long elegant fingers. Your eyes quickly shifted back to his playful but dangerous chocolate eyes.
"I've been waiting for months for us to finally meet face to face," he put one leg over the other in a feminine way, but somehow still keeping a superior atmosphere around him.
"You're from my dreams," you simply stated not knowing what else to say. Who was he? A stalker who molested you in your dreams?!
You heard a light amused chuckle and your attention was once again brought to the handsome mysterious man in front of you. He leaned his face against the knuckles of his free hand, watching you as if he was enjoying some pleasant scenery. The smirk looked rather familiar, almost the same smirk you saw on the first-year redhead. Your eyes became more focused as you remembered that little twat that threw you down the hole.
"Where's the Weasley girl?" you failed to notice the darkness with which you spoke such words directed at the female. Hearing your tone of voice only made his smirk widen.
"Why she's right here," he pointed with your wand and a lifeless corpse flew at your feet. You screamed and covered your mouth in shock as you stared at her white skin, purple lips and fingernails. Fear took hold of you once you realized that she was quite dead, and the murderer was right in front of you.
"You killed her," you spoke your thoughts outloud which came out as a whisper.
"If I was going to live, Ginny had to die," he simply replied getting off the couch calmly. As he stood up you could see how truly tall he was. The fact that the death of a person by his hands had no effect on him was rather chilling...
"I don't understand. Who are you and what do you want from me?" you almost spoke on the break of tears as you saw the young man come closer to you. Your only instinct was to keep your distance.
"You really don't know who I am?" he arched one of his elegant brows. "I'm a bit disappointed, but I suppose your trust in Tom Riddle has blinded your judgement," he had your full attention once he spoke that name. "I am Tom Marvolo Riddle," he said with a smirk, sadistic amusement and satisfaction written all over his face.
You blinked rapidly and stopped moving, becoming quite shocked indeed. No, that wasn't possible. Tom Riddle was in 1945, unless this Tom Riddle was from her own time, but that meant he was more than sixty years old!
"I don't believe you," you replied coldly and stubbornly. "Even if you were Tom Riddle from this time, you would be an old man, and you're certainly no older than twenty. And if you claim to be the Tom Riddle I've been communicating with through the journal, there is no way you could physically be here because future time travel is impossible. So you're obviously lying to me," you narrowed your eyes at the imposter. He raised both of his eyebrows and stared at you until he burst out in laughter, shaking his head.
"You're so naive," he spoke through his chuckles. "You still believe that ridiculous story?" You felt anger build up inside as he laughed quite openly at you. "You poor trusting little (Gryffindor/Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff). I lied."
Your eyes widened as you realized that you got played. You were so stupid. So, so, stupid. You wanted to face-palm yourself for trusting Tom, for becoming his friend, but it still didn't explain everything.
"So you were communicating with me through the journal, hiding somewhere in Hogwarts, and having a good laugh? Is that it? Then you invade my dreams, humiliate me, rape me, and now you're standing here like I fucking owe you something?!" you were getting angrier, your hand itching for your wand but you were unarmed. The smile on Tom face fell, transforming into a nasty scawl. You felt a shudder go down your spine at the mere sight of his eyes, which had a hint of red madness in them.
"You will not speak to me that way," his words came out as a spiteful hiss, precise and clear. Suddenly, you felt that familiar dark magic push at you with full force, surrounding you, engulfing you fully. You stumbled back and landed on your cushion (your butt), fear in your eyes at the realization. The same powerful magic which you felt in your dreams while you had the journal. The same magic you felt around Ginny in the library. The very same magic you were feeling right now. A cold truth was finally presented in your eyes. The final connection. The journal.
"You will learn respect one way or the other," Tom narrowed his eyes pointing your own wand at you. The dark intoxicating magic tightened around your body keeping you in place, as if preventing any further movements. Fearing of what was to come, you quickly spoke.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I understand," your voice sounded shaky with fear as you looked up at Tom. His eyes stared at you as if searching for something. When he eventually found it, he put the wand down, his eyes slowly turning back to normal. You released a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
Tom wasn't pleased with her insolent behavior. She was like a stubborn rebellious child that needed to be put in place, that needed to be taught a lesson. However, seeing the truth in her eyes as well as in her mind, he stopped, letting her off with a warning. He could sense her finally realizing her situation and recognizing his presence. Soon she will learn to respect his superiority the same way she learned through the journal.
Tom's eyes finally noticed a truly pleasant sight in front of him. He smirked as he stared openly, looking at the girl's skirt and a rather provocative position of her legs. He could clearly see the underwear she has chosen to wear today, as well as the milky skin of her thighs.
"My, my. What a lovely picture," you heard Tom's amused dark husky voice. Panic and humiliation washed over you as you realized that your legs were stuck in this position due to his strong magical hold, which began to soften but still kept you immobile. You remembered that look on his face very well. You've seen it a lot in your dreams. What usually followed after always left you satisfied yet humiliated. Fearing to go through the same events again, especially in a harsh reality, you spoke before Tom could close the distance between you.
"The Journal! You were trapped in it, weren't you?" you were breathing hard as your question prevented the Slytherin Head Boy from coming any closer.
"Yes. And I was willing to do anything to get out," he suddenly crouched in front of you putting his face to your level. "And I must say, our little erotic dreams made sure it was possible," the smirk spread across his entire face, showing a full set of straight teeth. You felt uneasy looking into his eyes as he stared at you, realizing that he was simply using you to set himself free, even if you didn't fully understand how. A mix of emotions filled your heart: a sense of betrayal, anger at yourself for trusting him, disappointment that he never considered you his friend.
His eyes quickly ran back and forth as he looked at you and tilted his head, as if hearing your thoughts and sensing everything you were going through.
"You wouldn't be here if I felt nothing for you, if I didn't see your true potential," he spoke with a blank face. Why now, of all times, was he hiding his emotions? He smirked and scowled quite openly before, so why was he restraining himself? Your mind finally focused on his words and what they had meant. So, he wasn't completely indifferent to you, even if he had used you from the start. Was he somehow hoping to be your friend after all of this?! No, a friend isn't even a word to define your relationship with him. He invaded your dreams and abused you, no matter how much you enjoyed it by the end of things. It was an invasion of your privacy, an invasion of the most private part of your body-your mind.
As you looked back on all the good chats you had together, you realized that by then Tom had already knew the most intimate parts of your body. He knew you as well as a boyfriend would if you had one. Yet he used to chat with you as if you were friends, occasionally flirting here and there. Tom has deceived you. You finally now realized what poor Ginny had meant. "Tom Riddle isn't a nice person." No, Ginny, he isn't a nice person at all. It was sad to think that you weren't the only one he had manipulated. In its own weird twisted sort of way, you wished that you were his only target. At least it would've made it a bit more special. Merlin, what was wrong with you?!
"One of the reasons I chose you was because of your passion for learning," your eyes focused on Tom as he continued talking. Wait, he chose you? Out of who? Ginny? Or was he talking about... "It's something we have in common," he crawled closer to you, looking directly into your eyes. You felt a chill run down your body as you realized how unbelievably handsome he was up close, despite him being an evil jerk. Damn his boyish looks! His face was only mere inches away from yours now. "You're attracted to power, and deep down you know you'd do anything to get it," his voice was seductively low and calm.
His warm hand cupped your cheek as he slowly leaned closer, as if unsure about this himself. Your eyes instantly closed when his lips pressed against yours, unable to resist him even this. You felt your heart speed up, you felt butterflies in your stomach and the unbelievable lightheadedness. Tom was literally making you weak with a single kiss.
You didn't notice a soft surface being conjured underneath you, nor a male body on top of you. All you could feel was Tom's lips longingly kissing yours.
Tom pulled away from you a bit breathless and looked down at your disheveled appearance. You were blushing profusely, trying to catch a breath underneath him. As you looked into his eyes, you realized what position you were in and attempted to steal your wand from Tom's pants pocket. However, he caught your wrist easily and pinned it against the surface, smirking down at you. He chuckled at your attempts to wiggle out of his hold, engulfing you with his magic to ensure your bondage.
"Clever girl," somehow his compliment made you feel quite good about yourself, especially since Tom seemed to approve of your attempts to fight back. Why were these weird thoughts clouding your mind all of a sudden? You didn't need his approval. You hated him! Ugh, even lying to yourself didn't help.
"Who trapped you inside that journal?" you asked trying to distract Tom from continuing whatever he was about to do. He settled between your thighs and leaned his weight against his hands, pressed on either side of your shoulders.
"I did," his reply made you frown in confusion.
"Why?" It would make a lot of sense if somebody else cursed him and trapped him inside the journal. But Tom trapping himself was beyond your understanding.
"To become more powerful," this was a rather vague answer.
"Are you more powerful now?" you continued to ask questions to distract Tom from whatever was on his mind while he was straddling you.
"More than you can imagine," came a proud self-involved reply.
Tom smirked as he quickly caught onto her game. She was going to ask questions to distract him from taking what was rightfully his. Heh, clever witch. She knew she stood no chance against him. She was unarmed and didn't know wandless magic like him. Plus, he was physically stronger than her. Tom could tell that she was going to continue her little interview until he was no longer in the mood.
"Did you possess Ginny Weasley?"
"Yes, I did."
"She is not the real Heir of Slytherin, is she?"
"No she's not. I am, my clever little witch," Tom hissed the last words in Parseltongue staring down at her with amusement. He chuckled as he watched her react towards the ancient language, sensing arousal and fear spike inside of her. Those were two most appropriate reactions he expected of her. He wanted her to desire him, yet fear his power and what he could do with it.
"You're the Heir of Slytherin. It was you fifty years ago and it is you now," you replied in realization. Everything was finally making sense. Tom framed Hagrid and never got caught. He killed a muggle student fifty years ago, and he was responsible for petrified muggleborns now.
"Yes. I have to finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work," the response brought a chill down your spine. He was going to kill all the muggleborn students which included you. Being a Slytherin, Tom probably believed into the whole pure-blooded nonsense. You decided to keep your mouth shut about it, but Tom's frown made you uneasy as he looked deep into your eyes. Was he able to read your thoughts?
Tom felt anger spike inside of him. Muggleborn?! But he was sure she was a half-blood! He could sense it instantly, the very moment she touched the journal, he could sense her magical status. He didn't think anything of it back then, since it didn't make a difference to him, but now it was more important than ever. Everything that he stood for would be questioned if he even allowed this girl to live!
You wanted to cover yourself as Tom's piercing red eyes stared at you, becoming harsher and colder as time went on. You felt a sense of dread as he pulled out a wand and roughly took your forearm. Painful moans filled the Chamber of Secrets as Tom Marvolo Riddle mercilessly sliced at your skin. He held your arm in a death-grip while he spoke numerous incantations in an unknown to you language, the tip of his wand pressed against the open gushing wound. You knew that Tom was a murderer, an evil jerk that only cared about himself, but… You never thought he would ever hurt you. Oh, how foolish you were.
It was finally over when her blood shined a bright blue, causing a relieved triumphant smile to form on Tom's lips. So, at least she wasn't a filthy mudblood. She was a half-blood except… Tom froze as he simply could not believe his eyes. His heart filled up with surprise, excitement, and adoration all directed at her as he finally realized what it all meant. Here, underneath his body and control layed no other but a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw. Tom had never felt more proud of himself than he did now for choosing her as his Dark Lady.
Eventually, he noticed the unnecessary pain he had caused to her in his anger, but he did not feel sorry about it. At least that's what he was trying to tell himself. Not wanting to bring anymore unnecessary suffering, he put the girl into a magically-induced sleep, healing her wounds while she slept.
"No wonder your magic is so powerful," he spoke out loud caressing her cheek as he watched her peaceful slumber. "And you're mine. All mine."
