A/N – I didn't get many reviews on the last chapter… hmm… I'm hoping there is still some interest in it! Here's chapter! I like this one much, much better than the previous ones. It was a lot of fun for me to write!

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

Ginny moved her hovering quill, and one solitary drop of ink slipped off the tip of her quill and landed in the center of a smooth, ivory page.

Ginny's eyes widened and she dropped her quill. "Oh God… what have I done?" She whispered.

She waited and still nothing came, 'Maybe it doesn't work anymore…'

Then she saw it, sprawling ink oozing from the paper and taking readable shape.

Hello. Is anyone there? I do hope so, for I am so lonely…

Chapter 3 - "I Think I'm Losing My Mind..."

Ginny's eyes stared at the page in sheer repudiation. The writing disappeared by sinking back into the page as slowly as it had formed. It was immediately replaced by another question.

Hello? Please, if someone is there, do write something… anything!

Ginny slammed the diary shut before the ink even had time to dry. She threw the diary under her pillow and lay down. Her breathing was coming in short, shallow gasps of air, and her heart was racing so fast she thought it might burst from her chest. Sleep came easy to her and within minutes she was in a place that had haunted her for years.

It was dark, everything was so dark.

"Tom?" An eleven year old Ginny Weasley called out in the darkness. "Tom? Where are you? I'm scared, Tom…"

A tall figure seemed to move from the shadows and take the form of a handsome young man. It was still quite difficult to see him, his clothes and hair blended very well with the foreboding scenery all around. All that could be easily seen of him was his porcelain like skin and deep sapphire eyes. He looked like a real person, but a little more transparent than any human should be. A soft hand grasped Ginny's shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, my little angel." He caressed her cheek, "Everything is going to be perfect now."

"Where are we?" The apprehensiveness remained in Ginny's voice.

"We are in the Chamber of Secrets. It's magnificent, isn't it?" Tom glanced at Ginny warningly as though daring her to speak otherwise.

"I… I suppose so. It's awfully dark…" Ginny cowered under his heated gaze, "Why are looking at me like that?"

Tom moved closer to Ginny who began to back up. She tripped on a large crevice in the floor. Tom still advanced on her. Ginny stood up and ran as fast as she could, she had to find a way out. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Tom wasn't following her. Maybe she had lost him? Ginny turned her gaze back to her path and screamed. Tom was standing right in front of her. Before she had time to turn and run the other way he had grabbed her arm roughly.

"Where do you think you are going, angel?"

"Tom! Stop it! Let me go! You're hurting me!" Tears formed in Ginny's innocent chestnut eyes.

Tom backed her up against a wall. He towered over Ginny by at least a foot and was immensely stronger than the eleven year old girl was.

"Shhh… don't cry." He reached down and wiped the tear trails from her flushed cheeks. He leaned in until his forehead touched hers. "I promise this won't hurt a bit, you have been such a help to me, you can't even understand. You won't have died in vain, angel."

Tears flowed freely from Ginny's eyes. "You lied to me. You tricked me and you lied to me."

Tom laughed a laugh laced with mockery and venom. "Silly little girl." He let go of Ginny and sauntered away towards the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

An uncontrollable rage filled Ginny's petite body. She picked up a stone near her feet and hurled it with all her might at the retreating Tom Riddle. It hit him square in the back of the head. He froze in mid step.

"YOU'RE A LIAR!" Ginny screamed at him.

Tom turned slowly around. His eyes blazed vehemently and an aura of rage seemed to radiate from him.

Ginny was not fazed at all. "You are a liar!" She hissed again. "You are a liar and a fake! I HATE YOU!"

Tom moved so fast that Ginny did not even have time to register his movement, one moment he was a few feet away, and the next he was right in front of her. He grabbed her arms fiercely and lifted her up, scraping her back against the rough stone wall. His fingers were cutting off the circulation in her arms and she felt her back bleeding lightly from the scrapes but she did not care. Ginny's fierce stare never left Tom's equally vehement one.

"Don't you ever, EVER, speak to me like that. You have no idea who you are messing with." Tom spat out. "It's time for you to go now."

Ginny looked hopeful for a second. Was he going to let her go? He placed her feet back on the ground, but did not loosen his grip on her arms.

"Where…" Ginny hesitated slightly, if he was going to let her go, she didn't want to infuriate him even more and make him change his mind. "Where am I going?"

"I'm not sure, I've never been…" Tom trailed off.

Ginny looks anxious, "Been… what…?"

A cruel smile crossed his face, "Been dead."

"No! Tom, please! I thought you were going to let me go! I can't die… I'm so young. What about my family?"

"Your parents have six other children; I doubt they will miss you. They would probably welcome the loss; it might give them more money." He sneered.

Ginny sank to her knees and broke down into tears in a heap on the slimy floor of the Chamber. Tom kneeled next to her and wrapped his strong arms around her tightly. Ginny squirmed.

"Shhh… it's time." He turned her face towards his and moved closer.

"No…" Ginny tried to resist but she couldn't. She could not look away from his eyes.

"Don't resist, angel, this won't hurt a bit."

Tom's lips met Ginny's and he kissed her hard. Ginny felt as though she were in a dreamlike state, just slipping off to a peaceful sleep. Tom was draining the energy from her and he began to appear more solid. He laid her down and her eyes were still open, but she lacked the energy to close them.

"Goodnight, my sweet angel." Tom gently brushed her eyelids closed, but one tear was able to escape and slide down her cheek.

Ginny shot up like a rocket in her bed. Her tear filled eyes darted wildly around, absorbing her scenery. She let out a deep breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding. This was not the first time she had dreamt the events she had lived in the Chamber, but it was the most real. Ginny calmed herself down and fell into a dreamless sleep for the remainder of the night.
"Ginny! You are going to be late for your first day of classes!" Hermione pulled her bed curtains open and bright rays of sunlight shined right in Ginny's eyes. She moaned groggily and pulled the covers over her head.

"C'mon! Up! Now! Breakfast! School! Clothes! GINNY! NOW!"

"You sound like my mum…" Ginny groaned and rolled out of bed. "I'm going, I'm going…" She dragged herself to the 6th year girl's bathroom and into the shower.

The cold water woke her instantly, all the hot water had been used by the early risers, and Ginny was usually one of those early risers. She greatly enjoyed a nice, hot shower, but this morning there was no such luck. Ginny stepped out of the shower shivering and grabbed her red and gold Gryffindor bathrobe that had her name embroidered on the front left. She combed her hair in the mirror and grabbed her school robes she had sat on the counter near the sink. She changed hastily and was about to put on the long black robe over her skirt and blouse when something on her arms caught her eye.

Ginny leaned closer in the mirror and saw that her arms had bruises on them. She looked closer and saw that the bruises resembled finger marks.

"Where on earth…" but she stopped mid sentence. A vision of Tom gripping her arms hard and holding her against the wall of the Chamber passed through her mind. "No… it was just… it was just a dream!"

Disturbed by what she was seeing she flung her black robe over her shoulders and took off to the Great Hall. Most of the students were already heading off to their classes when Ginny burst into the Great Hall.

"Morning, Gin!" Harry greeted her.

Ginny grabbed a bagel, slathered honey over it, and stuffed it halfway in her mouth. "Morning, Arry! Gotta run!"

She raced down to the dungeons; she had potions first thing with the Slytherins. That seemed to happen to her every year. She was about sick of it. Ginny had been placed in the advanced potions class to prepare her for the NEWTS; unfortunately, Draco Malfoy had also been placed in the same class for he had failed it the previous year and needed to retake it to gain any credit for it. He was the only 7th year in the class. Ginny wasn't worried; he might not be so cocky without his goons around to back up his talk. She took a seat next to Colin Creevy. He was a bit of an airhead at times, but he must've known something about what he was doing to get in the advanced class. Draco eyed Ginny hungrily across the room. She glanced in his direction and he licked his lips invitingly. Ginny rolled her eyes and ignored him completely.

'What a man-whore…'

Snape entered the classroom and all talking ceased. He dropped his books onto his desk with a loud thud.

He looked around skeptically for a few moments, "This is not going to be an easy class. For those of you who are sitting there thinking that just because you understood the last few years of potions means that you will breeze through this year, you are dead wrong. Many of you may even fail this class," he paused here and shot a look at Draco who seemed thoroughly annoyed. "You will have homework in this class every night; don't ever expect not to have homework. Especially over the weekends and holidays." The class groaned. "Come to class prepared everyday, not being prepared will result in a detention as well as a deduction of house points. We are starting a potion today; I trust you all have your cauldrons?"

Murmurs went through the room and a few students looked troubled. Ginny pulled her cauldron from under the table and sat it on the iron burner.

"Turn to page 70 in your books and follow the instructions." With that, Snape sat down at his desk and left the class to themselves.

"Well," Ginny looked at Colin, "looks like this is going to be a fun year!"

Colin laughed at her sarcasm. "I will read the instructions to you and you put the ingredients in, deal?"

"Alright." Ginny agreed.

"Is the water boiling in the cauldron?" Colin asked.

Ginny peeked into the cauldron, "Yes."

"Great, then we can start. Measure ten ounces of gulfweed and four ounces of snarlwood. Place them in the glass bowl and grind them until they have formed a fine dust."

Ginny was following the instructions Colin read off to her exactly.

"Be sure that the water is boiling, and then sprinkle the ground up gulfweed and snarlwood, two ounces at a time, over the surface of your boiling water."

Ginny sprinkled carefully, two ounces at a time.

'I am so bored…'

She glanced around the room nonchalantly while sprinkling. Colin was still reading instructions, but his voice sounded distant. A Slytherin boy sitting in the far corner of the room caught her eye. She had never seen him before. His head was craned over the open book in front of him, his face hidden in the shadows. There was something about him, what was he doing here? A new student, perhaps? The boy looked up, directly into Ginny's stare. Ginny gasped, dropping the remaining crushed gulfweed and snarlwood into the bubbling potion. None other than 16 year old Tom Riddle was staring her down. A small smile graced his lips and his sapphire eyes twinkled with untold secrets. Ginny felt like she was hyperventilating. The classroom around her was hazy and the voices seemed eons away from wherever she was.

"Ginny!"

Colin lunged for Ginny, knocking her off her stool and sending them both toppling to the floor. Just in time, too, for their cauldron bubbled over and then exploded violently. Colin dragged Ginny under their table and many other students in the room took cover anywhere they could. Ginny looked quickly to the seat in the back of the room where Tom had been, but no one was there. In fact, there was no evidence that anyone had sat in that seat in a long time.

"CLASS DISMISSED." Snape roared over the commotion.

Slytherin and Gryffindor 6th years all rushed the door in an attempt to get out without being grazed by the boiling, blue slime exploding from Ginny and Colin's cauldron. Colin and Ginny crawled through the maze of chair legs until it was safe to stand and make a run for it.

"NOT YOU, MISS WEASLEY!" Snape bellowed as he saw her attempting to make an escape.

Ginny stood in the doorway, wringing her hands nervously. Her cauldron stopped spewing boiling slime everywhere and now made a quiet gurgling noise. Everything in the room was covered in blue slime. Many of the students had fled without taking their slime covered supplies.

"Miss Weasley," Snape said sternly. "What just happened?"

"Uhh… well… my cauldron… it seemed to explode, sir." Ginny replied anxiously.

"Why did it explode, Miss Weasley?"

"I… I dropped more than two ounces at a time into the cauldron."

"Why did you fail to follow the instructions, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny's eyes darted around nervously, "I lost my concentration, sir."

"You weren't paying attention." Snape growled.

"No! I just lost my concentration!"

"You were not paying attention, Miss Weasley. Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention Friday night." Snape took a seat behind his desk and began grading papers.

Ginny's mouth dropped open, "That isn't fair!"

Snape's attention focused on Ginny, his eyes narrowed. "Five more points from Gryffindor. Good day, Miss Weasley."

The rest of the week seemed to drag on for Ginny Weasley. She was unusually quiet during classes and meals. At dinner on Friday Ginny reflected over the weeks events. She hadn't had any more visions of Tom since her potions episode, but he was still there in her dreams.

'I think I am losing my mind…' Ginny put her head in her hands.

Hermione had noticed Ginny's change in attitude over the week. "Are you okay, Gin?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem really distant and upset, anything you want to talk about?"

Ginny looked into Hermione's concerned eyes, "I'm fine, really." She forced a smile.

Hermione smiled back, but Ginny knew she saw right through her.

"Don't you have detention tonight, Ginny?" Ron asked through his mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"OH MY GOD!" Ginny jumped up, shaking the table and startling everyone around her. "I'm going to be late!" She grabbed her messenger bag and sprinted from the Great Hall.

Ginny glanced at her muggle watch, it had been a gift from Hermione for Christmas, and she had exactly seven minutes to make it down to the dungeons. If she ran the whole way, she might make it. The last thing she wanted was a detention for being late to her detention. Ginny skidded to a halt in front of the cathedral size, cherry wood door. She looked at her watch and smiled.

'Right on time!'

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