Disclaimer-----I don't own Harry Potter. Sorry to disappoint all of you.

Summary-------------------Ginny is kidnapped by Voldemort, who has somehow taken the form of his youthful self Tom Riddle. She basically has to figure out what he wants since he is being his usual EVIL self and not telling her ANYTHING. Immature and silly—I think it's gonna be TomGinny, but we'll see where it leads. No HBP SPOILERS! Set in the summer before Ginny's Sixth year.

You're Peeing On My Candle of Evilness—No, Really!

Ginny awoke feeling tired and drained. As she silently stirred, she wondered when she had gone to bed. She couldn't remember falling asleep, or going to her bedroom last night. Someone loudly clearing his throat interrupted her from her confusion. The sound seemed to echo eerily, snapping Ginny to the frightening reality that she wasn't tucked into the safety of her bed. She opened her eyes slowly, taking in her new surroundings. She looked down to see herself tied to a chair, then apprehensively ventured to look in the direction she assumed her captor to be in, only to be met by cold eyes that belonged to a cloaked man. Her mind immediately went into a panic mode, realizing he could quite easily be a deatheater. She sat numbly, waiting for him to say something. Anything. She wanted to demand to be released and unleash her anger but she knew what he was capable of, so she decided against it. She stole another quick glance at his face to see if she could recognize him, but the room barely had any light in it at all and his face was mostly concealed in darkness. She could see, however, that he was very young and was most likely in his teens. For some strange, unexplainable reason, she felt like she knew him. Where had she seen him before? There were probably some students at her school that she didn't know, so maybe that was it. She wiggled her waist in a vain attempt to bring back the circulation to her butt, which was falling asleep from the lack of movement.

She was stopped by a second "Ahem", which seemed more impatient and annoyed. He was probably wondering what in the name of Merlin I was trying to do, Ginny thought. She mustered all her courage and looked up at him with a calm, collected demeanor. She didn't want him to think she was afraid, but his gaze had a painful quality to it that made it seem that he knew absolutely everything, from that time she peed her pants in front of Ron when she was five to the time she kissed her first boyfriend, Michael. Uuuugh, why did she have to think about peeing right then and there! The mere thought seemed to awaken her bladder into the squeamish sensation of holding it in too long…WHY! THINK ABOUT OTHER THINGS, THINK ABOUT OTHER THINGS, rainbows, Quidditch, boys, water rushing, drinking fountains, waterfalls, TOOOOIIIIIIILETS!TOILETS!TOILETS!TOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILETS!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" came the scream from Ginny's lips as the agony of her thoughts became unbearable. The man flinched slightly at the sudden outburst, then aimed to recollect himself quickly before his "menacing terror" image wanes in her eyes. He studied her with a mixture of wariness and annoyance as she panted with restrain. He decided with finality that now would be as good a time as any other to speak to her at last.

"GINNY," he said loudly, maintaining eye contact. She felt a dreadful hopelessness when he spoke her name that way… It was almost a scolding tone. He seemed so foreboding, so she wasn't sure how to answer him.

"Yes…Ummm…Sir?" she replied timidly. It was barely audible, but she knew he had heard her.

"Care to explain what that was?" the man questioned coldly in a way that reminded her so much of Snape, the Potions professor. But this man would probably scare Snape out of his wits.

"I…Well…It's just…I…Ummm…" she fumbled. Then, with a new wave of determination, Ginny cleared her throat and stated " May I…Please use the restroom?"

He observed her with an unreadable expression, and she immediately wished she could take the sentence back. What if those ended up being her 'famous last words'?

REVIEW! HATE IT? LIKE IT? IF YOU WANT TO REVIEW, PLEASE DON'T JUST SAY, "IT SUCKED" OR "I HATED IT". Be specific about where you think I went wrong and what I should do to fix it.

Constructive Criticism, NOT FLAMES!

(please…)