Leapt in Time

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Entire Summary: Warning: Rated R for language and sexual situations. Five years ago, she gave her soul to a boy she knew nothing about, and in exchange he put his soul in her. What happens when he wants to get his soul back? She has to fight a battle against her feelings, against time, and worst of all; herself. (Tom/Ginny)

Rating for this chapter: PG

Author's Note: My first Gin and Tonic fic, flame if you want, I could use the criticism. The sexual situations will be kept to a minimum on ff.net, and maybe they won't even be posted on ff.net, however, I will later on make a group on Yahoo, where I can be as explicit as I want.

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Back to Him

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She awoke with a start, her dark brown eyes traveling through a known chamber. She sat up and put her hands to her head, rubbing it slightly. The cold, hard stone floor looked ghastly lit by torches, there were numerous columns in rows as well. She looked up to see the statue of a man with a long, silver beard; she knew very well where she was, but how and why? And standing a couple of feet away, leaning against one of the columns was a teenage boy, with jet black hair and cold blue eyes: Tom Riddle, the one person that haunted her dreams for the past five years. He was twirling his wand and staring at her through lazy eyes.

It was Deja-Vu all over again, painful memories of her eleven years of age. Seduction, a game he knew well how to play, a game she fell for, and hence, ended up losing a great deal of herself, literally. She was forced to live five years without loving anything more than the memory of the boy that stood before her, glaring at her, his blue eyes flashing, his icy stare digging into her fiercely, intensely, painfully.

He walked over to where she lay and looked down at her, "So," he said in his silky tone, that tone that endeared her to him "It's nice to see you again Ginny." his voice let out a slight sneer.

"You… you know? How can you? It's not supposed to happen for another forty-nine years." She replied staring at him through pleading eyes. He let out a small chortle.

"Actually only forty-eight years. I'm eighteen, mind you. I do remember… what happened to you long ago, only happened to me two years ago." He smirked watching her quiet form closely; she had brought up her knees and put her arms around them, however, she was still staring at him. "When Harry Potter destroyed my diary, the only thing he really did destroy was the actual diary, not me, I just got sent back to my own time. Through that diary I had seen the future, everything that was going to happen, even my own defeat. That's why I was so interested in knowing how he beat me.

"Now with the knowledge I acquired during the time I could see into the future I can know what mistakes not to do. His mother died to save him, did she? Well, if I don't kill her, she won't die to save him. If she doesn't sacrifice herself for him, he is vulnerable. If he is vulnerable then I can actually do what I wanted to do from the beginning, kill him, and stop him before he is too strong to stop me. Because I know what his power is able to do, I know.

"I know what he is capable of. You see, as I researched for information about the Chamber of Secrets, I came across the most interesting thing, story of the heirs. Salazar was very intelligent, indeed he was, also, he was a Seer so he already kind of knew who the heirs were going to be, the true heirs. He also became friends with the centaurs, very good friends with them. The centaurs are very mysterious creatures, but if they trust you enough, they will reveal secrets, useful secrets. After years of researching and putting together the clues, he finally knew for a fact everything about them, the people who weren't even born by then. And he wrote it, on Parseltongue, mind you. I found the transcript and I was able to know who the other three were; the only three who could stop me from taking the world into my own power. They were three, three who could put a stop to me. Harry Potter was one of them, my 'downfall'.  I wanted to eliminate him first, and then the other two, but I made a big mistake by eliminating him first, I should have gone for the other two first, I think. But now I know what saved him, again, I know what mistakes not to make.

"Interestingly enough, he isn't my biggest threat, no. It's the girl, Rowena Ravenclaw's Heir. It would be even more dangerous if she were to get involved romantically with Harry Potter, that's why I must stop him first. As for the other heir, I have no problem, she's here with me."

Ginny looked up at him, "She is? Where is she?"

His smile broadened and he just stared. "You, you are." He said. Ginny was speechless, how could she be the other heir? She shot him a quizzical look that he obviously read right. "Let me explain it to you, Ginny. And for this, I'll recite you the passages from the book." He examined the palm of his hands, and then he hissed some indistinct words in another language and a book appeared in his hand.

It was an old book, probably more than eight centuries time old. It had a green worn cover and it was in perfect state, as if someone had been caring for the book. She thought he probably was. He opened it and stated fumbling through the pages.

"Oh! Here it is. Now, pay attention, I won't repeat it, mind you 'When the time comes for Godric Gryffindor to make his line of Heir, he will make a male line, only males of his heritage would be true heirs. But he decided that his fiftieth generation would be the strongest of them all, and that he would have the power to destroy, or restore the wizardring world. He will make the surname Potter for his Heir. In the twentieth century Harry Potter will be born, he is going to be the fiftieth male to be born of the generation, and he would start showing signs that he is indeed Gryffindor's true heir from his very birth.

"'When Rowena Ravenclaw does her line of Heir, she'll make a female line; so only females would be the true heirs. She will make the surname Granger. And the first and fiftieth female of the generation would be her true Heirs. But, unfortunately, the first to be born out of her line, although she wants it to be female, will be a male. And all the Grangers will be males too. Until in the twentieth century, Hermione Granger will be born, she will become the first Granger girl throughout the generation and by that the most powerful and most true heir of the fourth. Now she will be muggle-born, but how could she be, if the Grangers were supposed to be pure-blood family. Well, for Hermione Granger's own protection, and for her parents' Dumbledore, an apparently great wizard who will be respected by generations to come was to cast a spell in which the Grangers (Hermione's parents) would be deleted of all magic knowing, and became muggles. All of that will be made so Hermione won't develop her powers, therefore becoming the most powerful Sorceress in the wizardring world. If her powers were used for good, it would save the Wizardring world from all menace. But if they were used for bad, if Slytherin's Heir persuaded her, she would be the biggest menace they would ever overcome; bringing with her, the Wizardring World out of existence. So she was forcefully made a muggle, but she will still develop all her powers, so for her own protection, she would be placed in Gryffindor, not in Ravenclaw.

"'Helga Hufflepuff will do her line of Heir, with no favoritism as of male or female. Only the 50th male or female of the generation would be her true heir. The surname of her generation would be Weasley. There had only been forty-three generations up until Arthur Weasley, a wizard who despite his pure-blooded ancestry will have a real love of muggles, but he will have seven kids, the seventh being their only girl in the generation, Ginny Weasley. She would be placed in Gryffindor, for her protection against Slytherin's heir, who was supposed to find Hufflepuff's true heir, and get together with her to form a link that could easily destroy the Wizardring world, unless Rowena's and Godric's stood against them, together.' Interestingly enough, he very well knew the names of the heirs."

Ginny gulped and could just stare wide-eyed at him, she slowly sat down on the floor. She looked up at him and said in a very little voice "Why am I here? How did I get here?"

"I brought you," he replied, she shot him a quizzical look, "I told you, you put too much of yourself in my diary, I could have your soul, and you could have mine. I wanted you here, I concentrated enough, and here you are. Of course, it wouldn't have worked if you did not want to see me again, but you did."

"Why do you want me here?"

"You honestly don't listen, do you? Well, you are crucial to my power as well." He replied. She gulped and looked down.

"I wish I'd never trusted in that diary," she muttered and blinked back tears that were forming in her brown eyes.

He immediately seized her wrists and pulled her up from the floor, his eyes flashed, "No you're not," he hissed "Even if you try to convince yourself that you are. You're not sorry, you never were, and you would do it all over again!"

She broke the stare and looked away, she knew he was right. He chuckled lowly and put his face to her ear, he then whispered, "You want it to be like this, you know it. You are begging inside of you that I stay with you… forever."

"No," she said and turned around "You don't know what I want; you don't have the slightest clue!"

"Oh, don't I?" he asked and she felt him step closer to her, she then felt his hands gripping her shoulders as he pressed her against him.

This was it; she knew she couldn't fight the feelings that were pleading to come out of her any longer. Not when he was that close to her.

"I want you," he hissed in her ear, she shivered, and she could feel him smirk in her ear "You have something, Ginny, and I want it."

"I don't understand," she said and bowed her head slightly to the front; he was still gripping her shoulders.

"You will soon," he said and his hands found her waist, turned her around and held her close to him. He took a whiff of her hair. She could feel the smile that dwelled on his mouth. She tried to pull back, but his hands didn't allow her. "Such in a hurry," he hissed into her ginger hair, "When you shouldn't be. Enjoy the moment; you might not get another opportunity in quite a while, or in your case, in fifty-seven years."

"I would not take the opportunity in fifty-seven years, if it's coming from you." She whispered and heard him chuckle.

"Yes," he admitted, "Probably not. Then, why not take the opportunity now?"

She whimpered, her weaknesses were blooming onto the outside. The affection she once had for Tom Riddle was coming back again, as stronger and unbearable as ever, maybe even more. He seemed to know this, as he began teasing her by caressing her arms, her back, and her face. "Stop," she whispered, wanting for him to leave her alone, but the tone of her voice proved otherwise. He took notice of it and pulled back, his arms still around her waist, and looked into her eyes.

"What's stopping you?" he asked softly, a smirk forming in his mouth. She eyed him wearily.

"The future," said Ginny in a small voice.

"The future," Tom echoed and a small smile spread across his lips. "Hasn't anyone ever told you, that you need to live in the present?"

"They've also told me to stop living in the past, and that's exactly my situation," she replied

"Ah, the present is nothing else but what you are experiencing at the moment, Even if it is the past." Tom said boldly. Ginny nodded. "What's stopping you now, then?"

"I'm not so sure anymore." She replied bowing her head.

He put his fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. "Then don't be afraid."

Her brown eyes looked into his blue ones. Her breaths became short and quick. He smiled, a charming smile; a smile that enchanted her. She sighed deeply. Smirking, he took his other hand and pushed back loose curls of her red hair behind her ear. He then barely brushed his lips to hers, leaving them there a moment too long. Ginny closed her eyes at the slight contact, it sent chills throughout her whole being, and she actually shivered.

He then released her, she stumbled backward. "Stay here; I have something for you, dear."

It seemed she was left there for an eternity. When he came back, she was sitting on the floor. She looked up to see him holding a silver goblet. He handed her the goblet, she took it, but did not drink it. She raised her gaze to eye him suspiciously.

"Drink it, darling, I wouldn't want to force you to do so," he sneered and smirked, she frowned "Or would you? But, just so you can rest assured, it will not kill you. I don't want to get rid of you… yet."

She gulped and looked at him miserably, he crossed his arms. She looked down at the liquid inside the goblet; it was light magenta and smelled strongly of vanilla and honeysuckle. She looked at him again; he was still staring down at her, smirking. She brought the goblet to her lips and gulped it down; it tasted quite good actually. But before she could ponder on whether it was going to harm her or not, she fell limp and was completely asleep before her head touched the ground.

A/N: Well that's it for the first chapter. It's not very good, but it's a start. Don't forget to review!

~Blue Rain