Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and anything you don't recognize. I'd like to own Tom and Draco, but sadly I can't. I somewhat own the character's personalities, but I must give credit to my friend for Tom's personality. Everything else belongs to JKR and various others.
---
A boy opened his eyes and looked around. A dank smell reached his nose and he noted the walls, green with slime. He sat up, pulling his robes tight around himself; it was cold down here. For minutes he sat there in silent puzzlement. Then it all came back, flooding his mind with memories. He winced and tried to block it out, holding his head in his hands.
He rocked back and forth, knees drawn up to his chest, for hours until the silence threatened to drive him mad. The only sounds he could here were the steady drip of water into the puddles and the deafening silence. But that wasn't enough. He craved another human voice.
So he stood, unconsciously brushing his robes off and running his hands through his hair, trying to make himself presentable. He knew these corridors well, getting lost wasn't an issue, but what if he was seen? Surely this wasn't his time. He didn't feel a headache or any other telltale sign of a hangover. And if he blacked out the previous night, surely there'd be a hangover.
He made his way up to the main part of the school, grinning in spite of himself. He remembered his previous time here. There had been a girl, Ginny Weasley. He had taken control of her and nearly killed her. Would have succeeded if not for bloody Potter, he thought.
Speak of the devil, there were exactly three people in the halls now, which he could see. One of them had a head of fiery red hair. His grin got bigger. Maybe he could have some fun. She looked older though. Maybe fifteen or so.
His green eyes flicked to the other two. Older than Ginny maybe sixth or seventh years. Both were blonde and arguing about something or other. Probably about the stack of books laying on the floor at their feet. The girl was rather pretty. Maybe he could see about speaking with her later. For now, Ginny.
"Ah, if it isn't Miss Weasley herself." He said, leaning casually against the wall and folding his arms in front of himself. He had discovered his wand in his pocket and he held it loosely in his right hand. A slight grin was on his lips as if teasing her.
She spun around. He could clearly see the horror in her face. "Y-you!" She sputtered. "But how! Harry killed you!" She took a step backwards and dropped her bag with a dull thump that echoed down the corridor. The other students looked at them and then resumed their argument.
"Y-yes, Miss Weasley, I." He mocked her and unfolded his arms and pushed himself away from the wall. "How is none of your business. Your business is how I'm going to finish off the job I started years ago."
Her face got hard and she drew her wand. "I'm not a child anymore, Tom! I won't let you use me to kill the muggle-borns!" Her voice wavered a bit but he admired her bravery. Not many could stand up to him. He'd known few to do it and only one lived to tell the tale.
He had to laugh though. "To hell with mudbloods!" He exclaimed, doubling up with laughter. The more he thought about it, the funnier it seemed to get. So she still thought he was on about mudbloods. "I meant that I was going to kill you Weasley. Jeez, aren't we dense tonight?" He regained his composure and took a step towards her. However, the blonde girl he'd seen earlier bumping rudely into him and making him stagger backwards a step or two, interrupted him.
"Excuse you." He said to the blonde and watched as she turned, looking him over quickly.
"Excuse you what?" She said, and he could almost see the smirk under her cool expression.
"Ha!" Ginny laughed. "Never thought I'd see the day the dark lord could be pushed over so easily."
"Laugh all you wish, Weasley." He muttered, trying to make sure his face didn't gain that damned red tinge it liked so much.
"The dark lord?" The blonde asked. Her eyebrows raised in question and he could see she was wondering if it was really true or not. She turned to him instead of the girl now. "You're the dark lord?" She looked him over with more interest now.
Ginny rolled her eyes at the blonde and glared at Tom. "That, Aliza, is the younger version of the dark lord. He goes by - "
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, I should have known." She, Aliza, whispered. "I had heard rumors but I'd never expected he'd look like this." Her piercing green eyes roamed over him again, coming to rest on his face.
Ginny sighed, expecting this. She couldn't deny Tom was quite handsome. "Well, children, I'll leave you to your own devices, have fun talking, discussing the dark arts, whatever it is you Slytherins do." She turned on her heel and began walking away, but was drawn back when Aliza's voice sounded again.
"One question Weasley, then you can go."
The redhead rolled her eyes and turned. "Yes Aliza?"
Aliza appeared to choose her words carefully. "How did you - of everyone in the bloody school - attract the attention of the dark lord himself?" If Ginny didn't know better, she'd have said Aliza was angry that she hadn't gotten Riddle's attention.
"I don't know, Aliza. But I'm tired and I'm going to bed. If you must know, ask him." She jerked her thumb at Riddle before strolling off.
"Well, that was rather impolite." Tom said, frowning, after Ginny had left.
"What do you expect from a Weasley?" She said.
He looked Aliza over quickly. She really was very pretty. If he wasn't in a different time he'd probably have tried to date her. Sure he probably wouldn't have gotten her but he could try.
---
A/n: I hope you enjoyed it. For those wondering, it does indeed have a plot! Please review. I'll continue whether you like it or not but some input is always nice.