Author's Note: Hey readers, I'm back again. Continuing to revamp soddos, but school's been getting in the way the last few months (many months). I'm sorry to everyone about the lapse in updates, and about changing where soddos is posted, again. Hopefully this account will be soddos' permanent home. Okay, on to the summary!

Summary: This is a Ginny W./Tom Riddle pairing, but not the Tom you'd expect. The Tom featured here is Voldemort's son, Thomas Salazar Riddle. Nice name eh? Anyway, the gist of it is - Ginny gets captured by the Death Eaters and is under TS' (Tom Salazar's) watch. Things go from there and our feisty little redhead gets the surprise of her life from the friends she makes at the Death Eater Base.

Enjoy the story and please review or flame,

--Leather-Winged Angel

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...Ginny Weasley was running. Running like Hell's fire was on her trail, which was close enough, as Death Eaters were chasing her. For the life of her Ginny couldn't figure why they were after her instead of Ron, or Percy or Bill. After all, Percy and Bill worked for the Ministry, and Ron was Harry Potter's best friend. Ginny didn't know why she was being targeted, other then that it would totally tick her family off.

None of this was important to her at the moment. At the moment all she cared about was running. She eventually ran out of energy and slowed slightly. A Death Eater behind her sped up and caught her as she fell to the ground, out cold from exhaustion. The Death Eaters returned silently through the Dark Forest to their base, deep within the Forest and miles from Hogwarts...

Ginny tossed and turned in her sleep as she remembered the night of her capture. She had been out on the grounds after hours, and she was just sitting down by the Lake, under an old willow tree, thinking about the war that was raging between the Order, the Ministry, and the Death Eaters. Then, suddenly, she heard someone behind her. A Death Eater. Ginny had run towards the castle, but she was caught. The robed figure half-carried, half-dragged her into the Dark Forest before she broke loose. Unable to get past her capturer to the castle, she ran deeper and deeper into the Forest, but as her dream told, she was inevitably captured.

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Ginny woke from her memory nightmare and looked around. "And now I'm probably at the Death Eater Base..." Ginny shivered and pushed her fiery hair from her face as her brown eyes took in her surroundings. She was in a fairly clean and warm jail cell, probably equipped with a spell to keep her warm. "Considerate of them, capture me but make sure I'm cozy..."

"That is the idea young Miss," a ghostly voice answered from the shadows outside her cell. A Death Eater stepped up and unlocked her cell door. "The Masters will see you now. The ruling Master, he is most anxious to me you, Miss Weasley." The guard actually bowed to Ginny and then helped her to her feet.

"Why are you being so nice to me? ... Um..."

"Devon Miss, My name is Devon Malfoy." Ginny was slightly surprised, the boy was younger than her, 13 or 14 at most. He seemed nice enough, for a Death Eater.

"Ok, Devon... Why are you being so kind to me?" Devon had pushed back the hood of his robe to reveal a pale but freckled face and bright blue-gray eyes. He smiled up at Ginny, and she was slightly startled at just how genuine that smile seemed to be. He looked strikingly like Draco Malfoy, but much more approachable and his sun-bleached dirty blonde hair fell forward into his eyes a bit.

"Just because I come from a family of Death Eaters, Miss, for one - doesn't mean that I, myself, am one - and two, that I am a mean person. I'm neither, but I am a Malfoy, so I was given guard duty." Devon finished, shrugging at his fate as he led Ginny out of the dungeons.

"I am a prisoner here though, aren't I?" Devon nodded. "Then why are you calling me 'miss'? Are you just that polite?" Devon smiled and nodded again.

"Yup." Ginny laughed a bit. This Devon Malfoy didn't seem like such a bad character after all. He led Ginny up through many passages and into a small chamber. At the far end a few Death Eaters were kneeling before a grand throne and reporting on something. Devon stayed off to the back with Ginny, holding her arm lightly, seeming not at all afraid that she would run off.

"Devon, is that you back there?" A boy's voice, about 16, called out. Ginny looked for the source of it as Devon nodded and bowed slightly again. Ginny saw, standing next to the throne, a boy her own age. He looked remarkably like Tom Riddle, only more ... modern. He was dressed in plain black robes and his hair was short and dark. His blue eyes scanned quickly over Ginny and then looked to the figure on the throne next to him.

Ginny followed his gaze and bit back a gasp. There, on the throne, sat the Dark Lord himself. He was hideous and looked, strangely, almost frail on the his large throne. The boy spoke in a low voice to Voldemort, whose own eyes trailed over Ginny. She blushed slightly and looked to Devon for help. Devon met her gaze, and his eyes clearly warned her to keep quiet and still.

"Approach Devon, bring you prisoner." Devon nodded and tugged a reluctant Ginny along with him. They approached Voldemort and the boy. Devon stopped a few feet away and bowed. Ginny noticed that the other Death Eaters had moved. "Girl, look at me," Devon elbowed Ginny softly and she looked up at Voldemort as he told her to. He smiled, a vile thing, and leaned forward slightly. "Are you the Weasley girl, Virginia?

Ginny nodded hesitantly. Voldemort's grotesque smile broadened. "Are you afraid of me Miss Weasley?" Ginny glared up at him without realizing it. She caught herself and looked to the ground again, after briefly locking eyes with the Dark Lord. Voldemort laughed. "You are scared, but not of me... You are afraid because you are alone and unprotected, and yet your fear does not extend to me?" Ginny nodded again. "You are very brave Virginia. Many a stronger wizard has fallen to--"

"Ginny."

Voldemort's eyes widened slightly. Ginny winced at her own damnable temper, but he'd hit a nerve. Devon and the boy standing next to Voldemort's throne, as well as the other Death Eaters, looked at Ginny in shock. "Dare you interrupt me Virginia?"

"Ginny. My name is Ginny. No one calls me Virginia, I hate it." Ginny let her temper, and her hatred for being referred to by her full name, take control of her for a moment and she rose her eyes to meet the Dark Lord's. To her immense surprise he looked amused, almost pleased even.

"My apologies then, Ginny." He inclined his head to her slightly. Ginny nodded back numbly and held his gaze. After a few moments Ginny looked down again and Voldemort turned his eyes to the boy next to him. "May I introduce you Ginny, to my son." Voldemort gestured to the boy next to him, and Ginny raised her eyes in surprise. "Ginny, this is my son and heir, Thomas Salazar." Thomas nodded to his father and bowed a bit to Ginny.

Ginny looked astonished for a moment, then shook her head to clear it. "He's got a kid?!" She thought frantically. Voldemort continued speaking, seeming not to notice Ginny's surprise.

"Yes, Thomas here will be taking care of you Miss Ginny --"

"What?!" Ginny and Thomas shouted in unison. They glared at each other and then looked to the Dark Lord.

"Why yes, what did you think - that I would take care of her?" He asked Thomas haughtily, daring him to object.

"No Father, of course not, but me?" Voldemort chuckled and turned to Ginny and Devon, who looked equally stunned.

"Yes you boy." Thomas glared at his Father's back. "Now, Ginny, if you don't have any objections to my boy watching you..."

"I do, Sir. I'd feel safer with..." She faulted for a moment, "Devon! W-with Devon watching me Sir." Devon rolled his eyes and sighed. Voldemort raised an eyebrow, then shook his head and sighed.

"No, I'm sorry Ginny, but I need Devon to patrol the dungeons. He wouldn't be able to watch you." He actually sounded almost sincere, but resumed a brink tone of voice quickly. "No, Thomas will escort you to your room, I need to speak with Devon privately." Voldemort made to dismiss them, but Thomas spoke up angrily.

"Where, Father, are Miss Weasley's quarters?" Ginny looked back to the Dark Lord, wanting to hear that answer herself.

"Why, the guestrooms connected to your room of course. Now, off with you!" Thomas growled and left the room, and seeing as she could do nothing else, Ginny ran after him.

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"Hey! Wait up!" Ginny yelled, catching up with Thomas. "What's the rush, you can't 'escort me to my room' without me you know." Thomas glared at her for a moment, but his gaze softened a bit.

"Sorry," he shook his head and looked away. "My father just really annoys me sometimes. I mean, a few days ago, just out of the blue, he ordered some Death Eaters to go capture you. Never even told anybody why he wanted you brought here, and now he tells me I'm supposed to watch you. He's gone nuts, even for him!" Thomas stopped ranting for a moment and sighed. "Growl..." He muttered in frustration. Ginny raised an eyebrow and laughed a bit.

"Growl?"

"Yes, growl." Thomas said impatiently, walking rapidly up some stairs to the forth or fifth floor of the castle, Ginny had lost count of the floors several minutes ago.

"So you have no idea why I'm here?" Ginny asked sadly. She's been hoping to get some information out of him,

"No, sorry. My father does that sometimes, he just does things for no apparent reason. Of course, the reasons are apparent to him, but the rest of us just roll our eyes and follow his orders." He sighed again. Ginny was looking at him a bit oddly so he raised an eyebrow back to her. "What?"

"Sorry," Ginny blushed slightly and looked away, "I didn't mean to stare or anything, I just find it hard to believe that Voldemort has a son."

"Most people would," Thomas replied, looking faintly impressed that Ginny said his father's name with out fear. "Life here actually isn't as rigid and formal as you'd think. You'll get used to the Manor quickly, but then again you'll have to. If you don't people will stop being so hospitable and you'll end up in the unheated section of the dungeons." Ginny snorted; she had no intent of staying here. "Don't even think of escaping, trust me you won't get far." Ginny shrugged. She still had no intention of staying here. Thomas rolled his eyes, he knew he'd be able to stop her from escaping anyway. They arrived at Thomas' quarters a few minutes later. He lead Ginny into a set of a adjacent rooms that were to be Ginny's 'home' for the time being.

"Welcome home, so-to-speak," Thomas said wryly, Ginny glared at him but looked in amazement at the room around her. It reminded her strongly of Hermione's rooms back in Hogwarts as Head Girl, though her room here was much smaller. Her room and Thomas' were the same, both with black and silver drapery, a blood red carpet, a four-posted bed, and a closet and bathroom off of the main room. In the far corner of the room a silver engraved fireplace was crackling softly. The room was dim and dark, but not as creepy as Ginny had anticipated.

"Wow, nice digs," Ginny said looking back at Thomas, her hatred and fear of him momentarily forgotten. He raised an eyebrow and appeared not to understand her. She could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he processed what she'd said to mean 'nice room'. Ginny rolled her eyes at him and flopped back on her bed. "This place is pretty wicked, I'll give you lot that much," she told Thomas a bit meanly, snuggling down on her very comfortable bed for some sleep.

"Thank-you ever so much," Thomas returned icily, narrowing his eyes at her slightly. "Feel free to get some rest, I'll wake you in the morning for breakfast and give you a tour of the Manor." He turned to leave, "By the way, you can call me Tom, instead of Thomas or Thomas Salazar." Tom crossed back into his own room and Ginny sighed. This had been a painstakingly long couple of days and she was very ready for some sleep. She kicked off her trainers and figured out quickly that there was a spell on her room that allowed her to merely think of how bright or dim she wanted the room to be for the lights to change accordingly. She drifted off into an uneasy sleep while next door Tom slept similarly, for he too was nervous about her presence in Slytherin Manor.

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End Note: There you have it readers, chapter one revamped! I hope everyone liked it, and don't worry, there's plenty more action to come. The other chapters (2-4) will be changed much more dramatically then this one was, but I promise what gets reposted will be worth the wait. Please review or flame!

--Leather-Winged Angel