Author's Note: The thirteenth chapter! Thirteen, the number of superstition. Well, this chapter, I must admit, is a bit weird near the end, but it needs to be there. Yes, I always say the same, but well. Thanks to Greacely who was the one for the idea of Tom and Dimaia's dialogue.

First of all, about Dimaia Owens, she's a Mary Sue, but so is my friend, I have portrayed Dimaia exactly as my friend is, so I really have no control over her personality.

Okay, the "mystery man" I think you people know who it is, he will be revealed in the sequel. Yes, I will have a sequel. Again, thank you all for the wonderful reviews! The ending is drawing near… though not that near. The plot will twist and all, because I already have the ending and I'm leading myself towards it, trying to make everything so you guys understand what happens, and why.  Now… on with the chapter!

Chapter Thirteen

~Realization~

As Tom walked out, he slammed the door behind him. He heard a laugh and looked to his left side. There was Dimaia, with her arms crossed, laughing, as always. She had the utmost expression of triumph on her face, and Tom immediately knew what she was so happy about; she had heard everything. Tom stared at her, furious and a confusion dawning on his mind. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides, and he was bursting with anger. Dimaia kept laughing, her enchanting, yet angering laugh; she was against the wall.

Tom stood before her, gripped her shoulders and shook her violently. "Stop laughing!" he hissed at her, controlling himself enough as not to hit her. She stopped laughing and uncrossed her arms, putting them on her sides, but it wasn't out of respect for him, but because she saw it fit to do so; she didn't want to be struck in the face. She knew he would do it if he was provoked enough.

"I told you so." She said tauntingly, but with enough fiber to not anger him. "I told you, you loved her."

"Shut up," said Tom, without letting go of her. He glared at her.

"You are only human," she said and shrugged. "I don't understand why you try so hard to hide your feelings. To pretend you are made out of stone."

"Human?" he said sarcastically. "I am more than just 'human', Dimaia, I thought you knew that. You have enough experience in me, don't you?" He added, a smirk forming on his mouth. Dimaia flushed bright scarlet as the blood rushed to her face.

"Why are you so eager to torment her?" Dimaia asked innocently, trying to maintain a straight face.

"Why are you so eager to change the subject?" said Tom, tracing a finger on her neckline, he could feel her shiver under him and he grinned. "Days ago, that's the only thing you wanted to talk about. You wanted me to not forget that, if I'm not mistaken, which I'm not. So I don't want you to forget it either, Owens."

Dimaia took her gaze away from him and looked down at the floor, she heard him chuckle. She knew him too well to take his actions for granted. She cleared her throat and looked up at him. She wasn't one to not respond back, and even if someone embarrassed her, she always found the way to retaliate. That was how she was. She never expressed to be embarrassed in the least.

She smiled weakly, but determined. He wanted to play a game, a game he would get. "Of course I don't want you to forget it," she said coolly, she slid her hands under his shirt and her fingernails started grazing his back, and this time it was he who shivered. She laughed. "I haven't forgotten it… yet." She raised her left eyebrow in a seducing manner. "Perhaps you want to refresh my memory?"

He slowly let her go and moved away from her touch. He stood a good three feet apart from her, and eyed her. She was smiling.

"Oh, I thought you wanted to talk about this, Tom." She said boldly. "Go on, talk about it. I'm not changing the subject now." He remained silent and just looked at her. She smiled triumphantly and shook her head. "It's amazing," she said "The only two things you're afraid of: your love for Ginny, and your link with me, and neither one of them you can control."

"Dimaia, for the last time… Shut up." Spat Tom angrily, but in a low voice. Dimaia nodded sarcastically.

"No." she said "What are you going to do, kill me?" she taunted. He sighed angrily. "Oh, that's right! You can't."

"I can try." He said furiously, venom on his drawling voice. She actually looked pale for a moment, and she almost looked scared, but she returned to her normal state—if it could be called normal—immediately.

"I ask again," she said quickly and seriously. "Why are you so eager to torment that Ginny girl? Don't anger her, Tom, she'll kill you. She's capable of doing it, and you know it."

"It would eventually have to happen," he said "Either she will join me, or she will refuse… and die. Only that we know how to kill her without we actually having to die, remember?"

"Yes," said Dimaia, but then she neared Tom, put her hand inside his robe and brought out his Drop of Inroro. "But it's your entire fault. Only you are capable to give her one of these tracking devices without knowing that she could use it against you. And you don't know how to use it against her."

"I need the book," he said as Dimaia tugged on the Drop, attempting to take it off. "You can't take it off of me. Only Ginny can. However, without that book I'm hopeless."

"It's too late now," said Dimaia "The book is ahold of her. It won't let her go now. There is another way of learning this though."

"How?"

"I could read her mind. But she needs to be thinking about how to do it. You must ask her how she did it." Said Dimaia, Tom raised his eyebrows. "She won't tell you, of course. But she will be thinking of it. And I can know it, and tell you afterwards. But we must be really careful. She is very intuitive and she can know what we're up to."

"True," said Tom, he then looked around. "Dimaia, follow me to the office, we'll talk in there." He said "I think Aurora is prowling around here, and she doesn't remember you."

***

Ginny paced around the room, the dialogue still fresh on her mind. As soon as he had said those words, the Drop on her neck had started burning very badly. Though, she noticed after she came out the state of shock, and she only noticed because of the mark on her collarbone. She heard voices outside, recognizing them as Tom's and Dimaia's.

She did not feel like hearing anything, but she heard her name, and curiosity took over her, she put her ear up against the door and listened carefully.

"Why are you so eager to torment that Ginny girl? Don't anger her, Tom, she'll kill you. She's capable of doing it, and you know it." Dimaia had said

"It would eventually have to happen," Tom said "Either she will join me, or she will refuse… and die. Only that we know how to kill her without we actually having to die, remember?"

"Yes," said Dimaia. "But it's your entire fault. Only you are capable to give her one of these tracking devices without knowing that she could use it against you. And you don't know how to use it against her."

 

"I need the book," he said, then Ginny heard fumbling of something and Tom's voice again "You can't take it off of me. Only Ginny can. However, without that book I'm hopeless."

"It's too late now," said Dimaia "The book is ahold of her. It won't let her go now. There is another way of learning this though."

But Ginny did not listen to more. So they knew what they could do to kill her. She had thought she had an advantage because if she died, they both would die as well. But now reality seemed to finally reach her, and she was scared. Not of Tom, she had no reason to be afraid of him, he wasn't fearsome… yet. But she was scared of Dimaia, not because she represented a threat to her, which she did anyway, but because Ginny could not access this girl's thoughts, it was too complex and she had no certainties as to whether her intentions were good for her or not.

Ginny had always had the sense of knowing when evil was near, she could sense it near Tom, she could sense it near Lucius Malfoy, she could sense it near Dumbledore—whether she wanted to accept it or not—and strangely enough, she could sense it near Harry. But being able to sense evil around someone did not mean that they were wicked. No, on the contrary, in most cases, people weren't even evil, they just had a strong aura of power, and fear; and often, these two factors combined produced evil.

However, she could sense a stronger feeling of evil around Tom, and even stronger around Dimaia Owens. This was the true reason of why she felt uncomfortable around her. Strange coincidence. But there were no coincidences, everything happened for a reason, and she was sure this happened for a reason as well.

Ginny sat on the bed, her thoughts traveling at light speed through her head. She had not had time to think about the vision she'd had earlier, but she didn't want to think about that just now. She instead focused her thoughts on Tom, he had said he loved her, and then he quickly ran away from her.

Typical Tom Riddle, thought Ginny, Can't even accept his feelings.

However, this was a disturbing thought, the thought of someone loving her as a woman—not as a sister, a daughter, or a friend—was a scary thing; she had never experienced that before. But like every human being—or at least most of them—she feared the unknown.

She practiced relaxation, trying to clear her mind of every thought she had in it. She felt as ever so slowly, every thought and every feeling exited her body, she concentrated on not thinking, of clearing the negative energies she had. She felt a burning sensation on her forehead and knew that this was the channel through which every feeling was exiting.

She let it exit and entered a blissful state of ignorance which could only be compared to being inside an Avius Memoriola.

She visualized herself on the middle of a dark space, ultimate darkness around her; she was floating in a place where time, gravity, and reality did not exist. It was as being dead, the blissful experience of not having a worry in the world. But she knew otherwise.

She needed, of course, to keep her reason, because if she didn't her mind would travel elsewhere and her physical body would be insane and mad in the most craziness possible; The Point of No Return.

As a child, she had enjoyed watching muggle television, and some muggle had discovered this dimension on emptiness; where nothing was real because… there was nothing at all.  And he had made a show about it; he called it "The Twilight Zone". It was a ridiculous and far-fetched attempt to understand the deepness of the human mind, but maybe the muggle did not know how to express it.

Memories of her childhood were the most precious she possessed, and she hid them jealously from others. Those images were for her and for her only; she usually took them out on these times, where she was in this unknown place. Immediately, the darkness around her became a giant screen, showing—as if on a movie—her happiest memories, and usually lulling her to a state of mind where she reached extreme relaxation and completeness.

As Ginny "came down" from her own mind, she felt completely able to resolve the strange feeling she had around Dimaia, now that her mind was clear of everything else, she could concentrate on this issue.

Still, she couldn't quite put her finger on the feeling that she knew this girl, as if she knew her for all her life, and as if she had extreme confidence in her.

She needed to find a way to get into her thoughts, to find out more about her, who she was. Because Ginny was sure that she knew her, it was almost as clear as glass. She tried to place her in time and space continuum, to see if she could figure out the mystery of who she was.

Her name, she knew, of course. She was Dimaia Owens.

However, as she thought of her name, she pondered, and then she looked in the deepest pit of her memory, and found her. She knew the girl had seemed familiar, she had seen her in pictures when Ginny had been a little girl, sitting on her parents' lap and they showed albums of magical pictures, and Dimaia Owens was there. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks, she clasped a hand to her mouth in realization that this Dimaia Owens was no other but the person she knew in real life, in her own time. The only thing is that Ginny actually knew her not as Dimaia Owens, but as Dimaia Weasley, or in her case "Grandmother".

A/N: Hee! ^_~ Well, ending there. Hope you enjoyed it! I told you the ending was a bit… weird.

~Blue