Disclaimer: My friend and I do not own Harry Potter or the Omen, including all the characters.
A/N: My friend and I are writing this together. My friend did the first chapter. I will be doing the second.
Chapter 1: Prologue
"Ginny, tonight is the night when we must meet. I have waited for you for so long...."
I dabbed at my eyes when I saw those words appear within the pages of the diary. I sat in the common room, alone while girls were outside fussing about classes, or guys they like. I sat alone, and with my diary... my friend, my almost seemingly so – guardian angel. I was moments ago crying, but the sudden words that I scribbled into the diary were responded by the kind loving words I had always wanted to hear.
My diary was different than other diaries. Mine was special. Mine would know if I was upset or not, or if I was happy. It would comfort me, tell me it's feelings, and in return I'd it mine. And, my diary went by a name Tom, Tom Riddle. It's quite odd how the diary had a name before I had a chance to name it, but it looked so old. I had guessed it was a hand- me-down, and that was the name that it was given before. I didn't mind I actually liked the name, and I don't think I could have come up with a better name. I don't know where I accommodated this diary, I remember finding it within my books for school when my mother bought them at Flourish and Botts. I thought it was a notebook, but realizing that it was a diary, I was even happier.
I scribbled back, "Tom, so have I... I am anxious to meet you. You have been my closest friend." As I watched the words sink into the diary, they were replaced by the elegant hand of the diary's. Tom's...
"You have been more than a close friend to me, Ginny." I smiled, "Tonight, I shall call for you. Wait for me Ginny..."
I nodded as I watched the words disappear back within the pages of the diary. Moments before, and days too, I had been writing to Tom saying that I had been doing bad things. Very bad things... there was a killer on the loose, who had been stunning people, and who wrote the message about the 'Chamber of Secrets' on the wall near the girls lavatory. I was suspecting it was me, and I believed my brother, Percy was suspecting things too. Ron nor Fred and George knew anything about it. I was anxious to tell someone, even Harry! I had been telling Tom that Harry had been blamed for the odd things happening in Hogwarts, and he just replied, "I don't think it was him Ginny, I am sure of it..." and followed by more comforting words of how much he cared for me. I trusted him.
But now, setting my pen down upon the desk, I fixed my eyes upon the small clock. I would just have to sit and wait. I needed to see Tom, and somehow, I craved for someone to hold me, and tell me things would be okay. I am sure he'd be the one to do so...
Then, hours later when I opened the diary, I saw the words, the invisible hand writing it:
"Come Ginny, I wish to see you now..."
When those words were written I felt a strange euphoria, as if all my worst fears were pushed away. Like a guiding hand, I arose from the bed, grabbed the diary off the desk, and exited the room. I saw nobody in the Common Room, and I was sure they were all attending the feast downstairs.
I had no idea where my feet or Tom's words were guiding me, but I craved to find out where. I then felt a strange feeling a fear within my stomach when I saw that I was being lead to the Girls Lavatories... where the awful writing on the walls appeared.
The next thing I knew, I was within the bathroom. It was empty no cries from Moaning Myrtle in any of the stalls. I only wondered where she was, and now I hoped that someone was in here. Incase I needed help... But why would I need help? Such a curious thought!
I looked down at the diary, and read the words:
"Look to the sinks, and you know the one which does not work? Go to that one, and whisper to it. Ask it to 'Open up'."
I did as Tom told me to do. I walked along the sinks, and spying the broken one, I stood in front of it. I looked to the diary 'Ask it to open up.' I looked back at the tap. "Open up..." I whispered to it, and to my surprise, the sinks began to reveal their secret. At that moment, I realized – The Chamber of Secrets! I was standing in front of the entrance to the Chamber.
The next thing I saw was blackness, winding blackness. I slid down a tunnel, which lead me to who knows where. When I landed on ground finally, I looked around. The diary lay beside me, the page opened up to the words:
"Follow the path Ginny, follow it till you come to a door. As it to 'Open up' as well... I wait for you behind that door. Do not fret Ginny."
The words, comforting once more, even though my surroundings were not. As I took a step, my foot hit something odd on the floor. Looking down I shrieked... It was bones! There was something down here... Something that kills! I ran now, I did not look back at the bones, or the internal darkness that surrounded me.
Coming to the door that Tom spoke of, I whispered the words frantically, yet determinedly, "Open up!" The door opened up, revealing a large room.
"Tom...?" I meekly called out, my voice echoing along the walls of the large chamber. My heart was beating so fast, that I did not hear Tom's voice, as it was – a soft whisper.
"Ginny, you are here, at last."
I made a quick pivot, coming face to face with a boy. His hair was un-even, his face pale as a ghost, and his eyes, were dark. He looked me over; a strand of his hair fell in front of his face. He wore Slytherin robes, and I became a bit confused about that. I didn't care, I just wanted to hear his comforting words again, and his arms around me.
The next thing I knew, I was in his arms. His arms holding me tightly, loving and caring they were or they seemed. I laid my head against his chest.
"Tom, oh god Tom!" I cried, "I have so much to tell you... I think I am the one writing the nasty things about the Chamber of Secrets, and I was the one who has been stunning everyone...." My voice was muffled by my voice against his shirt.
His hands found his way underneath my chin, his eyes penetrating, gazing deeply into mine. His face descended lower, and his lips were upon mine. I was afraid at first, but I then gave into the sweet pleasure. My hands wove into his hair, and held him closer to me. His hands left my chin, and encircled my waist.
"Ginny..." he whispered hotly in my ear, "I want you – I want you to know that it was me. But nothing is going to change that, because now, you are mine... You are mine, Ginny."
My eyes opened wide. It was he! He was writing the things! It wasn't me it was he!
"No!" I pushed away from him, but his arms held me tightly in place, his lips trailing down my neck. "But... that does not explain anything! There was blood, on my hands! I have woken up places, and I don't know where I have been..." My words were hushed by Tom's fingers brushing my cheeks.
"Charming girl you are, Ginny." He said, his fingers pushing off my robe, "beautiful too..." I watched it fall to the ground, my eyes widening as I looked up at him again.
Was it I then? Did he possess me? Was it this diary that was asking me to do these things? Was he... oh god! "That explains nothing, let go of me please..." I could not reach my wand, for he held it in his hand, and threw it aside.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny... I have nothing I need to explain to you... you should have figured it out by now." He grinned, and his fingers played with the skin underneath my shirt.
"Stop!" I cried, but his lips pressed back upon mine, begging him to continue on... Next thing I knew his fingers were playing with my body so oddly, that I had to give in... There was part of me, screaming to get away, but then there was that part of me that wanted to be in his arms, wanting this. Wanting him.
"Tom..." I breathed against his lips, his hands undid my skirt letting it fall to the ground as well. He smiled, and his hands pressed against my now naked skin, after he had removed my other garments. I was naked before him, his head bent, and his hands playing with the tiny curves of my body.
I was then on the floor with him, I did not know how it happened, but I was... I was going to make love with Tom. His eyes looked at me, brushing back my hair. His knee pressed between my legs, and I shuddered of the contact our naked bodies had with one another.
He then thrust within me, and I cried against his lips. "Tom..." I whimpered my hands now around his cheekbones my lips playing with his lips. His hands holding my hips in place, as he thrust within me again, then again... each time, wonderful than the first.
It was all I could remember then and now, then being in his arms – as he whispered everything to me, everything...
Ginny Weasley looked out the window of The Burrow. Her reflection looking back at her within the window.
"Mommy, Ron is being mean."
Ginny turned around to see her five-year-old son, Damien standing within the doorway. His eyes narrowed, and gazing intently at her. 'He looks so much like his father.'
"Ron!" She cried, hearing his voice not far away. Holding out her hand to her son, he came to her, and climbed into her lap. Seconds later, Ron appeared within the doorway.
"Were you being mean to Damien?" she asked, smoothing the child's' hair back with her hand, her face a scowl.
"No, no I wasn't Ginny... honest..." he said, his eyes looking at her, than Damien. "Honestly I wasn't."
"Yes, you were..." Damien replied, rather coolly for a child to speak, turning to Giny, "He did mommy, I swear it he did."
Ginny looked to Ron, and then back to Damien. "I don't know who is the blame." She said finally, her eyes looking out the window. "You can go Ron."
Ron stared for a moment, and ran off down the hall to Fred and George again. She now overheard them talking about their joke shop that they were running. The Weasley Wizard Wheezes, were some of the many names of candy and such.
"Mommy... why do you stare out the window sometimes?"
She had almost forgotten Damien was in her lap, and starring at her curiously. "I am just thinking, that's all."
