If this world should tumble down
And we'd go spinning all around
Find ourselves somewhere in space
I wonder if I'd find my place
Would be beside you or would I be here
Like I am, confused and lonely
 
If this world should disappear
And then another world appear
Is there the possibility that you
Would still be here with me
Or would I be lonely and unchanged
Like I am, confused and lonely – "Confused and Lonely" Marty Robbins

Chapter 15

~The Diary of Dimaia Owens~

September 26, 1944

Pathetic.

It is all pathetic. Me, him, and that Ginny too. The link was not erased, I still have my mark, and I wonder if he still has his… But, I do know that he formed the link with her, in an unusual way… because it was the same way he used with me. I still have not got over it, I allowed myself to fall in love with him, and I shouldn't have. Now it is time for me to forget that, to live on. I know what I want, who I want, and it's not Tom. Tom shall be forgotten; nothing can come from this, nothing at all. He is in love with Ginny, but I cannot allow it, it will destroy her, and it will destroy him. It will destroy her because this is not her time, she should not be living this, and she has her own predestined love in her time. This will throw things out of balance.

It will destroy him because he was not made to love; he was made to hate, to deceive, to grieve. It will not destroy him physically, but emotionally, his future will be intact, if he abandons the feelings right now, and he should. But I know him, I know him better than I know myself.

The Hufflepuff common room is empty, and as I write here, the light becomes more and more dim; the fire is dying out. However, I hear footfalls coming from the staircase, someone is coming down. I guess I should stop writing, this cannot be seen by anyone. Well, anyway—

Dimaia put down the quill as she tried to make out the dark figure that came down the stairs from the boys' dormitories. She winced in the dim light and stood up, putting the little book inside her robes. She looked as the person stepped closer. However, it stopped just where the light of the fire would hit so it could see its face, but the person stayed in the darkness.

"What are you doing down here at this time, Dimaia?" It was Scott Weasley's voice. Dimaia sighed and sat back down on the couch, her legs underneath her.

"Writing. I couldn't sleep." She watched as he came and sat down besides her, he was in his pajamas; Blue and Green pajamas.

"On your diary, I presume?" he asked, she snapped her head towards him and her eyes narrowed down to slits as she half-glared at him suspiciously.

"How do you know about my diary?" she asked.

"Well, the book that's poking out of your pocket says 'Diary'," he signaled to her robe-pocket.

"Oh." She laughed nervously and took the book out, cradling it on her hands. She bit her lip as she looked down at her book, it was very old and very thick, it contained every memory she had put down since her 5th year at Hogwarts… since she'd met Tom Riddle. She glanced up at Scott and smiled rather guiltily. "Scott," she said looking down at her lap again. "You're my best friend."

"I know that," said Scott and hit her playfully and softly on the arm, she smiled down to her lap.

"And so, I can trust you with anything," she carried on. He stirred on her side; she looked up at him, concern all over her face. "I want to share some things with you."

"We've shared everything, Dimaia," he said as she looked around the room nervously.

"Not… not everything." She sighed deeply and showed him her diary, flipping through the pages quickly. "Not everything… I haven't told you a lot of things."

"So… what? You want me to read your diary?" he said examining the little purple book.

"No," she said and bit her lip. "Well, yes and no. I want you to live my diary." She looked at him, and saw puzzlement in his blue eyes, she sighed deeply. "I can take you inside my memories. So you can fully understand why I did what I did. It's—" she groaned "Simply, you cannot understand if you just read them."

"Okay…" he touched her forehead with the backside of his hand. "Are you feeling well?"

She took his hand away and tsk-ed in frustration. "I am… just trust me on this." She then opened the diary in a specific page and watched as Scott was sucked into her memories.

October 5, 1942


Scott watched amazed as a 15-year-old Dimaia looked around the second-floor girl's bathroom sadly. She was sitting on the floor, her head on her knees, tears trickled down her face as she did whatever she could to wipe them, her thick black liner was running. Scott had never, never, seen Dimaia cry, she was a person that didn't. He knew her ever since first year, when they'd been on the train.

Scott waved a hand in front of Dimaia's face, but she seemed like she was not able to see him. He tried to pat her arm to comfort her, but his hand went right through her, it was like he was some kind of ghost…?

He saw as a figure appeared from a wall to his left, it was no one less than Tom Riddle. He looked at Dimaia and narrowed his eyes. Dimaia dropped her hands in shock and she stood up, propping herself against the wall, eyeing him through puffy eyes. Her black hair was shorter, and she wore a band on it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Tom, her voice defiant, even though her cheeks were faded with black liner.

"Nothing of your concern, you silly girl," Tom answered, his voice thick with loathing and disgust. "A Hufflepuf…" he muttered under his breath. "What's your name?"

"What?" Dimaia asked distractedly.

"Tell me your name, woman!" Tom said exasperatedly, if Scott didn't know better, he'd say Tom was rather nervous.

"Not before you tell me yours." Now, this was the Dimaia Owens Scott knew. She stuck her nose in the air defiantly, her thin eyebrows raised in suspicion.

"What, you do not know me?" Tom asked suggestively and smirked a bit. Dimaia eyed him again, and rolled her eyes.

"Does not work with me, Prefect," she said as she eyed the badge on his robes. "I am not seduced by your charms… if you can call them that."

"I am Tom Riddle, and now, tell me…" he neared her "Who are you?"

"Why do you want to know, Riddle?" she asked. Tom chuckled sarcastically.

"I like your attitude, Hufflepuff. But I'll answer you." He came up to where he was barely two feet away from her. "First of all, it is only polite to answer if you are asked a question. And second of all, I might use your help. Your attitude and the fact that you are a gypsy help me a lot in what I plan to do."

She took a step near him and eyed him suspiciously. "What exactly do you plan to do?" she crossed her arms

He whispered some things into her ear, and a smile lit up her face, a different smile that Scott had never seen. Dimaia, looked at Tom and wiped her liner with her own robe. She then smirked and stretched out her hand. "My name is Dimaia Owens…" her voice trailed off as Scott felt himself being sucked again.

October 31, 1942

"Tom! Come on!" Dimaia's voice came from the grounds. Scott was standing on Hogwarts Grounds, it was night, and he was by the lake, as was Dimaia, who had apparently ran and now was there, panting for air as she laughed.

Tom Riddle appeared into view, clutching a stitch on his chest and half-glaring at Dimaia. "You're going to kill me one of these days, Owens," he said as she laughed even harder. He smirked at her. "Well, what's the purpose of this late night visit to the grounds?"

Dimaia came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, smirking as he looked back at her. "What do you want it to be the purpose?" she asked suggestively.

"Oh… you wouldn't even imagine, Dimaia," said Tom and smirked again at her, she snickered as she let go of him, he crossed his arms around his chest. "Well?"

"Well…" Dimaia shrugged "You were the one who told me… 'Halloween. Hogwarts Grounds.' And I'm here."

"Right," he replied and neared Dimaia "We need to look convincing, you know… so no one suspects." He put strands of her hair behind her ears, she closed her eyes as a breeze fumbled through them.

"I know," she said, opening her eyes. "How may we do that?"

"Practice," he said before leaning in and kissing her. She gasped slightly but she quickly reacted to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as he wrapped his around her shoulders.

Scott turned, deciding to not see anymore, he could not see anymore, it was too… too what? Why couldn't he see this? He could not bear to see someone kissing her, holding her, hugging her. Why not? Oh no, he thought, I've fallen in love with my best friend. Again, he felt the lurch and again he heard her narrating voice.

Our first kiss. Practicing, true, but the first nonetheless. He's a good kisser, but it is not what I am looking for. We have to put up a show and this will be the start of many more to come. He can be very gentle, and it is frightening, he is not gentle, not usually. Today, I helped him create a diary, a diary that will hold the place in the future. This will be interesting. We'll see who picks it up.

December 17, 1942

"Happy Birthday, Dimaia," said Tom as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Scott remembered this day, he was present. In fact, he could see his 15-year-old self scowling at Dimaia and Tom, but not saying a word. David and Stuart were also there, and they too were scowling.

"Thank you, darling." Dimaia turned around in his arms and stood on tiptoe to kiss him slightly on the lips before she turned around again and faced the other tree boys. "Tom," she said "Today I'm spending the say with Scott and the guys, alright?"

"Well," he said "I had something for you… a gift… but if you do not want it…"

Dimaia turned around, untangling herself from Tom. She smiled very brightly. "A present? Oh do give it to me."

"Come with me, then." He grabbed her hand and led her away. The other boys crossed their arms and sighed in frustration before going away muttering. Scott (the 17-year-old one) followed Dimaia and Tom. They entered the second floor's girl's bathroom and by the time Scott reached the place, they had gone down a slide that was opened on one of the sinks. However Scott did not have time to wonder the weirdness of it because it was closing. He managed to slip down it and kept following them.

When he caught up with them, they were in a bedroom… they must be miles beneath the school. Dimaia was snickering slightly now. "Tom what? Where's my—"

But she was cut off as Tom kissed her. Scott watched in what looked like milliseconds as they kissed more passionately and as he lay her down on the bed and then… Scott narrowed his eyes and exited the room, not being able to see anymore, he stood against a wall, panting loudly.

Why had Dimaia wanted to show him that? Was she trying to torture him? She had summed up Scott's worst fears, that she and Tom Riddle did indeed know each other, that she had been involved in some kind of deal with him, that she had done …that… with him. Why now? Why when Scott had just realized that he was in love with her?

Scott peered inside the room, he'd been outside nearly one hour and a half, not wanting to hear anything. He saw Tom with Dimaia lying against his chest, his hand was on her bare thigh, but that was all that was seen of her, the rest of her—and him—was thankfully covered with the sheets.

"What was that for?" asked Dimaia with her eyes closed. Tom picked up her right hand and then his right one and showed her something on her palm. "What's that?"

"Our Link," he said and kissed her hand. "I told you, if you helped me, you would also become immortal when I found the way. This way, what happens to me, has an effect on you. And If I discover immortality, you will enjoy it too."

Scott saw as Dimaia smiled and cuddled up more to him. "Thank you," she said "I did not think you would keep that."

"I keep up my promises, you know that."

"Well, I know you keep up a lot of things, but never once did 'promises' cross my mind." She smirked at him as he shook his head laughing.

I never thought I would actually do that. I never thought he could do that. I never felt that he belonged so rightfully in me, and now I do. I think I've fallen for him, and our deal was to not do so. Today, I saw Ginny, the dumb girl who's writing on the diary in 1992. She is a small little piece of nothing, and Tom is getting what he wants in seeing the future.

My abilities are lost somewhat, I cannot see the future anymore, and it is foggy and unclear. That can only mean one thing. I will have to choose…. I will need to make a choice in my future.

February 22, 1942

Tom came into the bedroom where Scott had seen them before; he [Tom] was clutching something tightly in his hand. As he entered, Dimaia 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 an object in front of her, an orb, glowing green, 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 orb. "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!"

The voices faded again and Scott felt the lurch once again.

It all ended there. And I guess I will not talk to him ever again. It ended just like it came. Sudden and stupidly. Oh well… nothing to do but to forget. But the fact that I lost him will eat me up inside and I know it… This is my choice, this is my future.

Back to September 1944

Scott blinked quickly as he tried to make the surroundings to where he was, he found himself in the Hufflepuff common room, Dimaia looking at him. She sniffed softly. "Now you see?" she whispered "Now do you know me?"

"I used to think I knew you, Dimaia," said Scott a bit more coldly than he attempted to, but he couldn't help feeling hurt, betrayed. "Now I know what you really are. I used to think you were so… sophisticated and… just forget it. All the times you blew me off so you could continue doing whatever it was you were doing with… him. God, Dimaia! Why didn't you ever tell me this before?"

"Because you wouldn't have understood!" she cried "Just like you do not understand now!"

"What is there to understand, Dimaia?" said Scott getting closer to her and putting his hands on her shoulders and looking down at her. "Let's see. Let me understand. You were crying your eyes out over Merlin knows what one day, you saw him, you met him, he told you his plans, you liked them, you went with him, you got involved in Dark Magic, you kissed him, you shagged him, you showed every last bit of it to me! And I'm supposed to understand?"

"I only showed you the more important ones; I did not show you all of them."

"Oh, if those were just a tiny bit, then I wouldn't like to know you more!" he exclaimed "Dimaia…" he let go of her passing his hand through his hair several times. "All I thought you were… every explanation I made up to justify your lack of closeness during that year, all of it… down the drain."

"I'm sorry, Scott," she said and eyed him. "I'm so sorry."

"Didn't it ever cross your mind that someone actually cared for you?" he asked, not really thinking straight. She looked at him puzzled.

"I knew you always cared for me, Scott." She bit her lip, for some reason, around him she was a whole other different person. She sighed. He stepped towards her and embraced her, holding on to her as if he would lose her if he let go.

"You don't understand, Dimaia," said Scott and sighed while rocking slightly side to side.

"Try me."

"Another time, Dimaia, another time."

Author's Note: Chapter 15! Woo! Okay… this was the longest chapter. I hope it helped you understand our Dimaia a bit more.