Author's Note: Greace pushing me and so I finally decided to update. I'm trying to reach the 60 review limit, so I won't post until I get 60 reviews. I'm sorry, it's just something one of my friends dared me to do… -_-; Anyway. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Six

~An odd dream~

"You missed your chance to help me, Ginny." Said Tom coldly, he then eyed her wearily. "You sent Them back, and without Them we cannot do anything."

"They don't have the Lumens," Ginny replied and she frowned thoughtfully. "They have them in my time, but not in yours…"

"I don't understand," he replied, looking puzzled.

"In this time, they haven't been born. I don't think even their parents are. But their grandparents are… and according to my calculations, they should be in Hogwarts around this time. Technically, their grandparents have the Lumens. So we don't need Harry and Hermione," said Ginny and smiled.

"How do we find their grandparents?" he asked, pacing around her.

"Their surname. It's quite easy, and I think I can do it. But it will take time, though maybe not very much." She replied "I might need to get out of this forsaken place."

"No," said Tom. Ginny inwardly cursed, but managed a puzzled expression. "Someone could see you."

"Alright," she said and sighed. This was going to put a damper on her plans. However she just had to play it cool, she had already made him believe she was on his side, and that she was willing to help. Though, that wasn't entirely true. Ginny had plans of her own. But no more shall be revealed. True, she could read his mind temporarily, it never lasted long, and anyway, it would go as soon as it came.

He was now sitting on top of his desk, staring thoughtfully at the roof; his eyes were out of focus. And he was playing with the hem of his black, Slytherin robe. She suddenly got an idea, but she just smiled inwardly and neared him. It would be easier than she thought, he already trusted her, though she didn't trust him just yet.

The book was safe, in a place even he wouldn't look at. But something caught her attention; the orb she knew he had, was lying on top of the desk as well, the fog inside it was bright green and it swirled around rapidly. It was then she realized that she had an orb just like it, but the fog inside hers was yellow, instead of green. This made her wonder if she could too see him through her orb, though she didn't know what those orbs were. But she would have time for that later.

She neared him and climbed on top of the desk behind him, kneeling on it. He looked up to her, who looked taller than him at the moment, given the fact that he was sitting, and she was kneeling, and cupped a hand on her face, he then lowered his hand to her neck and grabbed her Drop of Inroro, which was burning strongly now, but she was used to it by now. He then reached down his robes and pulled a long chain; at the end there was another Drop of Inroro, it had the shape of upside-down flames, it was yellow, it had the same branches as hers, but his formed an 'H', at the end, there was the same, single, green leaf.

She stared, dumb-struck, at it and brushed her fingers against it; this one didn't burn her. It was splendidly elaborated, just as hers was. This was the excellent opportunity for her. She took off his robe and folded it beside him, she also took off his silver and green tie; she then started massaging his temples. "I'd say," she started "Tell me about these Drops of Inroro."

"You already know about them. That's what I took you blood out for," he replied relaxing into her. She smirked.

"So I see," she said and kept massaging him.

"You must give me the book, Ginny." Tom said closing his eyes.

"No, darling" she replied. "If you need something from it… ask me."

"Alright." Tom replied absentmindedly. She suddenly stopped massaging him and climbed off the desk. He opened his eyes reluctantly. "Must you stop?"

"Yes," she said. "You should head up. They'll realize you're not there soon."

"I suppose," he said. "I have Transfiguration first thing tomorrow. Dumbledore would like me to not come, he already suspects," He then climbed off the desk and exited the office.

She waited until his footsteps had fainted and smirked, picking up his forgotten Slytherin robe and the tie, she then took them to the bedroom, she put them next to her school skirt, to her school shoes, and to her blouse, which she had on at the time when he had brought her. Then she lay down to sleep.

It was dark. So dark, in fact, that she felt she was drowning. But it was soon before she realized she was falling, falling through space, the blood rushed to her face and she felt it pound on her ears. She could feel the ground coming, but before she reached it… someone caught her. The lights seemed to have been turned on, and she looked up to the person that had saved her. She saw a pair of cold eyes, and she gasped.

"You!" she said unbelievably, he smirked at her.

"Me, Weasley, are you surprised?" he sneered.

"Yes…" she admitted. "Why would you, out of all people, save me?"

"I have my reasons." He said and pushed her fiery curls off of her face. He saw the Drop of Inroro that was dangling on her neck and ripped it from her. "You don't need this anymore," he said "You don't really love him, you just think you do." He then leaned in and—

Ginny woke up covered in cold sweat. Her heart was pounding so hard on her chest that she thought that it would jump out in any moment. What was he doing there? What did it mean? She touched her neck instinctively and gasped audibly. What happened?

However, she didn't have time to think about this, as a figure was slithering around the bed. It was long and scaly and it was a while before she realized it was a basilisk. The same basilisk that she'd used to petrify her friends, it wasn't dead yet, on that time. She stared wide-eyed at it and shrieked. The basilisk looked at her, and she immediately shut her eyes.

"Leave me alone," she hissed in what she hoped would be Parseltongue. To her relief, the basilisk answered.

"Why should I?"

"I am here in Tom Riddle's command," she hissed.

"Who is Tom Riddle?"

"Right, you must know him as… You-Know-Who, I mean, Lord V—Lord Vo—Lord Voldermort." She said and couldn't help but to shake.

"Oh…" said the basilisk. "In that case, I shall hang around until he comes back. He promised me fresh meat. So I guess you must be it—"

But Ginny grabbed the robe, the skirt, and the shoes from the bed and hurried out of the bedroom. She was aware that the basilisk was almost on her ankles, but she kept running. Almost there, Ginny, she told herself as she ran. She finally reached the muddy slide. She pulled out her wand and cast quickly "Reditio Apertum!" and in seconds, a wall opened in front of her, and she entered. "Nox," she said and the wall closed.

It was very dark. She muttered "Lumos!" and her wand tip lighted to reveal a staircase that reached almost four stories high. She began to climb the stairs; it took her almost a quarter of an hour to reach the top of the stairs. There was another wall, with a switch that had two snakes embroidered on it by its side. She pushed the switch and found herself on Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She heard the usual weeping, and a bell rung on the distance.

Paying no attention to Myrtle, she put on the skirt, the shoes, the blouse and the Slytherin tie, leaving it undone; she never quite learned how to do the ties. Her friends always did it for her.

She went out of the bathroom; the robe was much larger for her so she pointed to it and said "Digorgio!" so it shrank a few sizes and fit her better. Hogwarts looked about the same as in her time, except for the students. She felt extremely out of place wearing a Slythering robe, and people gave her menacing looks, all the people in the corridor were either Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors.

She walked quickly, without quite looking forward and someone crashed into her, she fell to the floor, though the person didn't. She raised her gaze to a boy around sixteen, and her jaw dropped. The boy that had black, messy hair was the splitting image of Harry, except for his eyes, those were blue. She blinked. The boy stared at her and then at a friend beside him. He looked forward and backward from Ginny to the other boy, which Ginny saw had fiery red hair just as her.

"Merlin's Beard!" said the black-haired boy. "Scott, she looks loads like you!"

"So she does, David," said Scott, "That doesn't mean anything."

"If you say so," David said. Then a third boy came as well, this one had brown hair, his reaction was the same as David's.

"Scott, she's exactly like you!"

"I know, Stuart!" said Scott, aggravated, Ginny noted the Hufflepuff badge on Scott's robes, Ravenclaw badge on Stuart's, and Gryffindor badge on David's.

David neared her and offered his hands for her to stand up; she took them and did so. She then brushed her robes and straightened up.

"What's your name?" asked David, looking at her.

"Virginia… um, Virginia Evans." She lied stuttering, stretching her hand.

"I'm David Potter," said David shaking her hand. "He's Scott Weasley," he signaled to the red-head, which waved. "And he's Stuart Granger," he added signaling to the other one. Ginny smiled and stared.

"Well," she said "I have to get to the first class, um… bye."

"Nice to meet you, Evans!" called Scott to her as she hurried off towards the Transfiguration classroom. Boy, that was weird, she thought. I just met my grandfather.

As she reached the classroom on the first floor, she noted the class was already there, but she didn't enter, hoping that the professor wasn't there yet. To her relief, Dumbledore was passing by to enter the classroom. He stood there and watched her oddly. "You should get to class, Miss…?"

"Weas—er, Evans," said Ginny, Dumbledore eyed her. "I need to ask you something, professor."

"Indeed," he said, his eyes twinkling. "What may I do for you?"

"I need to talk to Tom Riddle, may I please do so?" she said, and then catching the look on Dumbledore's face she added. "It's an emergency, sir."

"Of course you may," he said. "However, it must be quick."

He entered the classroom and she stood impatiently outside. She could hear the chatter of the class die down as Dumbledore entered. Moments after Tom exited the classroom, looking around him. He then caught side of her and choked.

"What are you doing here?!" he whispered frantically and hastily scooted to her. "Are those my robes? And my tie?"

"Hush!" she said and panted. "That doesn't matter now."

"Yes it does, what are you doing up here?!" he demanded.

"It's gone!" she said. He looked at her in confusion. She sighed in frustration.

"What's gone?" he asked and raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"My Drop of Inroro."