~Chapter 11~
~Memories in the Chamber~
AN: I decided that wasn't the end after all, I mean, how Ginny would have reacted when Tom came out of the diary is important.
As a bright light filled the Chamber of Secrets, Ginny was blinded. She opened her eyes just in time to see a figure emerging from the small diary in front of her. Her quill fell from her hand and went rolling across the harsh stone floor.
She gasped.
There he was, the young man she had been writing to for months, a memory from long ago. A memory that was able to trick and manipulate her innocent mind through an old diary.
Tom Riddle stood tall with dark hair and green eyes that seemed to have a red gleam in them. Ginny shivered, 'It must just be the lighting in here,' she thought. He looked down at his Slytherin uniform looking contempt.
He crouched down as she was sitting on the floor of the Chamber. "Ginny, I see your face at last,"
She looked at him in fear.
"Finally we can speak face to face," he looked at her, "My, my, you are young,"
Ginny froze in fear, staring into his eyes.
"So young, so pure, so innocent…" he stood up, and looked around the Chamber in delight. "I can't tell you how happy I am to be here again Ginny, and I'll be meeting Harry soon."
"He won't come," her voice was filled with disgust.
"Oh he will, he seems like the righteous little hero, I'd like to meet him, the child who defeated the Dark Lord,"
"He wont, he doesn't care," she sniffed, her eyes glassy.
"I think he will, in fact, I know he will, you are his friend's sister after all," he smirked, as a tear ran down Ginny's cheek, "Oh no need to cry dear, it'll be over soon, and look at where we are! Where you've brought me!" he gestured to the dimly lit chamber around them.
"You're evil," she said in a whisper, "I didn't mean to do all of those awful things,"
Tom laughed loudly and cruelly, "You have a lot to learn young Ginny. I longed to be here instead of being trapped in that diary, this is my home," he said joyfully looking at a carving of a serpent in the stone wall.
He stopped and turned around; there was Ginny Weasley, much shorter than himself, pointing a wand to him, her eyes glinting with vengeance.
Tom Riddle kept his confidence, "What are you going to do Ginny? What silly little curses and hexes have they taught you in Defence against the Dark Arts? You are only a first year after all." With that he whipped out his own wand and said a curse.
Ginny froze, frightened and shocked, her world went black.
Tom watched, satisfied as Ginny's body fell to the hard floor, her bright red hair contrasting with her pale skin and black robe.
Now all he had to do was wait. Wait for Harry Potter. Wait for the Boy Who Lived to save the day.
AN: Well I guess that's the real end. I'm quite sad actually.