Author's Note: Thank you for the kind reviews, they mean a lot to me. I don't feel like letting you guys wait to much for the 11th chapter so here it is! Once again, thanks to my wonderful beta Greacely, who hates me for not giving her the 14th chapter, tee-hee. I will be uploading the first chapter of my Draco/Ginny fic called "I could fall in love" soon.
P.S. There will be long Author's Notes at the end of this chapter, please read them
Chapter 11
~ Memories, Plans, Flirting, oh my! ~
Tom stared at Dimaia as she stared at the three boys that made their way towards the Grand Staircase. At hearing the murmured words of David Potter, Tom smirked and looked at her again. She raised her brown gaze to him, she almost looked normal.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked skeptically, "I think enough has been said."
"Not quite," replied Tom easily. He looked around the hall to see there was no one watching, and proceeded. "I need to have a security upon your will of helping me."
"You can be sure," she reassured him and played with a strand of her black hair. "I've never failed you before."
Tom eyed here out of his blue icy eyes. He scoffed playfully. "Haven't you?" he asked sarcastically.
"No," she said and shook her head, her hair flying out around her. "It was you who failed me."
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He came into the bedroom down at the Chamber; he was clutching something tightly in his hand. As he entered, Dimaia Owens came into view. Her, curly, black hair was loose and short, she stood before the bed; standing with her arms entwined, her gaze lost, her Hufflepuff robe lay on the bed, she was just wearing her gray skirt, that reached down an inch above her knees, and her white blouse, the gray, black, and yellow overall was on top of the robe, as was the Hufflepuff tie.
He made his way across to her and waved the object in front of her, she raised her gaze to it. "I found it!" he half yelled and picked her up, twirling her around. When he put her down, she looked at him with a smile on her face.
"How did you find it?" she asked caressing the object. "Where was it?"
"I'd had it all along." He replied. "I just needed to do a little more reading, to find out how to get it."
"And also the diary, don't forget the diary helps you." She said sadistically. "Have you been keeping in touch with the little girl?"
"Of course," he replied. "But the future does not help me much as to find the ingredients for the Activation."
"If you say so," said Dimaia. "But it is clear that you are changing. This girl… it seems to me like she's using you."
"No," he said and shook his head, placing the object carefully on a pillow on the bed. He then sat on it. "I use her. You know how the diary works, Dimaia."
"No… that is how you think it works," she said and sat beside him. She then took his hand on hers. "Tom, I just want you to be careful. You understand the consequences."
Tom took his hand away from her and looked down at his lap. "I don't need your help."
Dimaia laughed, her eyes glinting with triumph, she then looked at him. "You do. You need a Source, and I'm the only one qualified for it."
"I don't need you for the Source." He said, and she stopped dead and widened her eyes. "I have found another one that is even more qualified for it."
"You have not!" she hissed. "She will die! You will kill her! She will be no use at all!"
"Then I will find another, now leave!" he said and stood up from the bed, signaling the door with his forefinger.
Dimaia stood up and began to make her way towards the door. She then paused and looked at him "Damn you!" she spat "I curse you, Tom Riddle! You cannot break—"
"LEAVE!"
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"Those were moments of weakness," he said and raised his gaze to her eyes, he then smiled. "But I don't have them anymore."
"Liar," she replied tossing her black curls behind her ears. Her eyes were purple again. She was laughing her easy-going laugh, shaking her bangles in the air as she did so. "You still do."
The sound of her bracelets' tinkling was annoying. And as if she knew, she did it louder and faster, dancing gleefully around him, and he began to imagine that music was emanating from her.
He heard piccolos, flutes; bongos come together in what could be classified as Oriental Asiatic music. She moved gracefully, her bangles resounding on the walls, her eyes were open and staring, and a sly smile played on her lips. From time to time, she closed her eyes in concentration, dancing faster and more inviting.
As the beat of the "music" became faster, so did the pumping of Tom's blood. It brought such a rush, that he had much adrenaline running through him, energizing in the simple form of staring. He eyed her from head to toe, and it was then he noticed that she was barefoot, a single silver ring around her ankle.
He was entering in a trance; he wanted to touch her, to know that this wonderful creature was real. But he knew what she was doing. He could read it in the sound of her laugh, on her movements and on her eyes.
He had had enough; he wasn't going to let her play with him as if he were some kind of toy. He grabbed her wrist and everything stopped: the music, the tinkling and she herself. She looked up at him innocently, her eyes brown again. His breathing, he noted, was stirring her hair, a sweet smell reached him, and he stared at her for a few seconds and then jerked her away, releasing her wrist.
She fell to the ground, looked up at him and started laughing again. He stomped his way over to her and stood above her, his legs on each side of her. He pointed a finger to her face, "Do you think this is all a game?! Are you so sure I won't get rid of you?!"
"You can't," she said and slapped his finger away, laughing. She then pushed him, so he fell backwards, and she took on his position, standing above him, but she sat on his stomach and smirked. "Because the link is too powerful. You kill me, it kills you too, you fool."
He looked at her and saw the smirk on her face. He was very aware of her hands grazing the hem of his robes. "Well, this brings back memories," she said and her smirk widened. He scowled up to her.
"Memories I prefer to not remember," he replied icily. Dimaia blinked sarcastically and lowered her face close to his.
"That's what you tell yourself," she whispered and traced a finger down his collarbone, touching the Drop of Inroro that lay there, he looked up at her. "But I know otherwise." She then stood up and straightened her robes. He stood up quickly.
"I don't have a weakness," he said as to keep the conversation and to make the point very clear.
"You don't?" she said and looked at him easily. "Then you might not be interested in knowing that your Ginny has just entered the Memoriola."
Tom nearly choked and narrowed his eyes at Dimaia. "She what?!"
"Yes, and on her own will as well," said Dimaia clearly enjoying Tom's desperation. "However, rest assured, Tom; she has been pushed out of it."
"How is that possible?" he said. He then blinked. "Unless… Aurora."
"No, it was not your basilisk. It was someone else. It was," Dimaia smirked once again and drawled out the next words slowly. "the new person in her life."
"That cannot be!" yelled Tom angrily and fuming at Dimaia, who simply nodded, boringly. She seemed to enjoy his anger.
"Yes, it can. You know it; you might as well accept it." She then raised her gaze to him again. "Why do you want to protect her so much, when she's using you to her extent? She's hurting you, even if you don't admit it."
"Why do you think I want to protect her, Dimaia?" said Tom skeptically. "If she dies… I die, and you die as well. She has my soul, and she takes it away with her, I'm done. I have a part of you, so you're done as well."
"Then we must protect her." Dimaia assured. "And ourselves as well. If either you or I die, she will die as well."
"Not quite," said Tom and sighed. "She has learned to protect herself against me, using my own soul to fight me back. She can kill me, and she wouldn't die. Though, she is not immortal, don't take me wrong, but if you or me dies, it won't have an effect on her."
"That's rotten, Tom." Said Dimaia, she then looked thoughtful. She was actually silent for a moment. "But we could kill her?"
"Yes, she's not immortal," said Tom, "But it's the same rubbish, we will die as well."
"Damn it!" Dimaia cursed. "She's so 'special' what is it about her?"
"She's the True Source. The one that it is supposed to bring balance to the Chamber, the only one who can carry the Power of the Chamber, and use it as she wants to. She is too perfect."
"Nobody is perfect," said Dimaia and smirked again. "She has her weakness alright. In fact, quite a lot of them."
"Inform me." Said Tom and sat on the floor, cross-legged. Dimaia sat beside him and began to explain.
Author's Note: Chapter 11! Well there it is. Brand and fresh out of my mind. A few points I wish to make:
-Yes Dimaia is weird. O_o;
-Yes, Dimaia is a gipsy. _;
-Yes, Aurora is the basilisk. Don't worry; she won't be hungry for long. ^_~
-The flashback was when Tom was 16 and he still had the diary, and Ginny was still 11 on her time.
-The flashback represents when Tom and Dimaia parted ways.
-I have given clues as to how the Link between Tom and Dimaia made was actually made. Come on, people! Think! 6_6;
-No, Ginny is not perfect. No, she is not hopelessly in love with Tom. She has her weaknesses, you'll find out about it in latter chapters.
-The "other guy", it's not that difficult to see who he is… (o_o)
-Harry and Hermione will not appear anymore on this story, yes on the sequel, but not on this one. Perhaps on a vision or flashback, but not in "flesh and bone"
-The story—though it has an excessive amount of Romance and whatnot—believe it, it has a plot.
-The Secret of The Chamber of Secrets will be revealed, don't worry.
-David Potter, Stuart Granger, and Scott Weasley are there for a reason.
-Pay attention to what Dimaia says often… you'll see why in latter chapters.
- If you want to see how I imagine the Avius Memoriola and Ginny in it, and if you want to see part of Ginny's monologue in chapter five put into a picture visit my site www.bluerainsquill.cjb.net it's new and such, so excuse the crappy-ness of it. Just go to "Leapt in Time" scroll down until you see where it says "pictures", and click on either one!
~-~-~Bpth images were done in photoshop. The drawings are not mine, I did not make them, I just made the Photoshop montage and the words, colouring and etc…~-~-~ You may
Aditonal Author's Note: Someone mentioned that they did not like the Harry/Hermione pairing, as I'm sure most of you don't. In the sequel to this story, there may be Harry/Hermione scenes, or even chapters. I am very, very sorry, but that's the pairing I like, and I find it impossible to write Ron/Hermione, Draco/Hermione, or any other pairing I don't quite enjoy. I'm very sorry. Also, I already have the last three chapters of this here story, so I'm letting myself to be guided by the events occurring in them. As always, be kind enough to leave a review.
Thank you,
~Blue Rain