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CHAPTER THREE

"Your supplies," the owner pressed but Ginny wasn't paying attention. He had just caught sight of her and her blood froze..

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Tom Riddle was satisfied. The look of fear in her face was enough to satisfy himself. She looked even more beautiful up close, he thought smirking. He walked towards her as she stepped back.

"Oh, no. Why all this fear, Don't you remember me Ginevra," he asked mocking her silently. She seemed to find her voice at last.

"Do I know you?" she asked, her voice smooth and crisp, unlike her usual screech filled with fear. Yet, she gave away the act soon enough, he noticed she was shaking.

"Don't act smart with me, Ginevra," he said stressing on her first name. There was a dangerous edge to his voice.

"My name isn't Ginevra. Sorry, wrong person," she mumbled faking a laugh but it sounded like a throaty shriek due to her fear. Then she ran out of the shop.

"Whats happening here? Your supplies," the owner said flustered as Tom gave her a charming smile.

"I'll give it to her,"

The owner looked relieved to find an excuse not to run after her and handed him the package. He ordered a few ingredients and exited the shop to find her pressed against the wall, panting. He smiled at her discomfort and slipped something in her package. She had made his work easy..

"You forgot your supplies," he told her as her gaze met his. Without breaking eye contact he stretched his hand bearing the package. Her eyes were almond brown with swirls of chocolate, they weren't as wide eyed and innocent as before. He had removed them all, yet the little of it left shone mixed with fear.

She snatched the package from his hands and ran away and soon apparated in mid run.

"Manners...Manners," he muttered coolly chuckling to himself.

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Ginny Weasley apparated right on the top of her trunk instead of next to it, probably her fear caused it. Neverthless, she was glad she had passed her Apparation test two months ago or she wouldn't have escaped from his grasp. Being a Seventh Year had its advantages. Apart from an injured foot she was alright. She limped across her room grasping the Potions Supplies package. She threw the package on her trunk and then pounced on her bed. Lying there, she made an effort to calm down but it didn't work.

Finally she punched her cushion in frustration. He simply couldn't be back...Yet, he was. I saw him. What do I do? Her eyes began to close themselves as she nodded of to sleep approvingly. That would do her good, maybe this day was just a dream. Her mind was funny, all of a sudden. Tuning in and out. She could feel silent music playing in her ears, it was a tune she recognized. Of course, Hermione had presented her that CD for Christmas. It was by Madonna or some Muggle singer..

You only see,
What your eyes wanna see.
How can Life be,
What you want it to be.
Your Frozen.
When your heart's not open.

Thats so true. Tom must be some hallucination as I WANTED to see him or something. But why would I want to see him? she felt herself thinking unconciously. Yet, her mind was still blank. Suddenly she could feel it lighten from black to a lighter shade of black. It was a vast room decorated green and silver.

In the corner, a figure emerged. It was him again, waiting for her.. He caught hold of her pulling her closer. He was playing with her hair, stroking it, more like. She tried to edge away, but his grip was iron-like.

With all the force she could muster, she pulled back and succeeded in breaking free of his grip. Only, she fell backwards, her hand hitting the dull and hard stone floor.

He laughed, amused as took her hand again pulling her close.

"You can't escape, Ginny. You are mine. Smart though you are, not as smart as me..." he whispered his eyes boring into hers. She tried to look away, she had to break eye contact, something was telling her so. Yet, she she ignored the voice. She stared at those icy blue eyes filled with arrogance, power and conceit. How could she ever think of breaking contact? They were mesmerizing.

"Look away, Look away.." a voice was screaming, yet she ignored it but continued to stare. He was staring back too, a smirk playing on his face.

"Like what you see?" he asked and his words cut through her heart like a sharp knife. She was back to her senses. She looked away, and as she did she felt herself falling away from the room, away from his grasp. She was falling into darkness...

Her eyelashes fluttered open and she could feel herself panting. It was one of those dreams again. Only this time, not in the graveyard but somewhere else... What had happened? Were these dreams real, like Harry had? Only, she was in them as her. She felt sure she had been there, she could feel the pain on her hand slamming against the floor...

"Ginny? An Owl's arrived.." said Mrs. Weasley, interupting her thoughts, poking her head into the room as Ginny leapt on her feet.

"Your alright? You look a bit pale, dear," observed Mrs. Weasley as Ginny shook her head at loss for words.

"Thanks. I'll check the letter," said Ginny as she took the letter from her mother's outstretched hands.

It had the Hogwarts Crest at the back, odd.. She had already got her Book List.. She split open the letter as a piece of parchment and a gold badge popped out. Trembling with excitement, recognizing it, she read the parchment aloud:

Ms. Ginevra Weasley,

The badges were a bit late in delivery this year. We are, however, pleased to notify you that you are to take up the responsiblity and are the "Head Girl." It includes..

Ginny didn't bother to read further, her suspicions were conformed. Her mother was waiting expectantly and Ginny finally announced, "Mum..I'm Head Girl!"

"Thats great news! Ron was, Bill was..Per-Percy was..now you are!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed and hugged the youngest daughter. "Oh, and Bill and Fleur and here to visit. Thought you'd like to know!"

"Thats Great!" said Ginny beaming as she followed her mother out of the room, her previous worries forgotten.

Inside her room, the Potions package tore open, due a black leather bound Diary opening itself. Ink appeared by itself forming the words:

We unite again, dear Ginny.

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A/N. o.O End of the Third Chapter! Again, Review, Review and Review or I'll never continue! This time, I need at least five reviews before I continue -smiles sweetly- And My Updates won't be that frequent after this as school starts again, from theday after tommorow after holidays for Rain for the past week...Anyway, till then Ciao!

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