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I do not own any characters in this story, they all belong to J.K Rowling. There rights belong to Warner bros. and to some other people.

.:Chapter 2: Kidnapped:.


It would surprise many people, if they learned Ginevra Weasley still kept a diary, after what happened in her first year.
But in her 3rd year, she brought up her Gryffindor courage and bought a simple diary with money she had saved up.
Just something that would keep her thoughts safe.
Something that wouldn't respond to her. Just a simple diary.
Of late, her diary had been the place that she'd write down her dreams.
Her sorrows over the war. Her sadness over everything that happened with Dumbledore's death, and with Harry pushing her away.
But now a good amount of pages were littered with dreams that brought her back to her first year, and the strangeness of writing in a simple diary after one had almost led to an early death for her.
Oh, what her mother and father would say if they knew she kept this diary.

At the moment, said diary was under the cracked floorboard under her bed. No one would ever think of checking there, since there was no need. Ginny had long since learned that keeping her room nice and clean would keep her mother from the room. So, this would keep her mother from snooping, though Molly had stopped the snooping around rooms after Fred and George set a prank.
The pages of the diary had started to run out at the beginning of Ginny's fourth year, so she had learned to duplicate pages, which made the book get an awkward look to it, but that didn't stop her from writing. As long as no one responded to her thoughts, she was fine.


Ginny lay fast asleep, the clock next to her flashed 3:15am. She rolled away from her clock, pulling blankets over her head, and curled up in the blankets. She wouldn't even notice that her window was slowly opening itself. Her curtains blowing in a faint breeze.
She did not even notice that at that moment, someone was in her room, coming out from under an invisabilty cloak, and dropping it to the floor.
The full moons light shone on the figure, revealing that it was a male.
The figure walked slowly to the girls bedside and dropped to the floor, on one knee. He then moved his right hand under the bed, finding the loose floorboard. He picked it up, and took the diary.
The young man smirked, as he opened the book to one of the more resent entries.
He gave a mock laugh, and watched Ginny stir in her sleep.
He put the diary down, and with his right hand, took out a sleek black wand. With a flick of the wrist, and murmur of a word, Ginny's make-shift blanket cocoon moved off her.
"Wah..." was all Ginny said in a groggy voice, waking from one of her more peaceful dreams.

Ginny blinked a few times, and then went wide-eyed.
"You." She hissed, moving her hand to get her wand.
But she was stopped by the boy's sleek black wand.
"Give me your wand." The boy said, then in a darker tone added "Or I can make your life become hell with a few words."
Ginny froze, looking to the young mans dark blue eyes. She could see his face in the moonlight, but the eyes just caught her.
She slowly picked up the wand, a plan in motion.
"If you do anything stupid. I'll have everyone here killed, while you watch. So just be smart. Hand over the wand, don't scream, don't do anything."
Her plan died at that moment. It was as if the boy knew. Then again, he knew her all to well. She handed her wand over to him, then said.
"What do you want. Tom?" She spat out his name as though it were a curse.
"Just to visit my little princess." Tom said in mock sweetness.
Ginny gave him an icy look.
"But I've found my princess isn't so little anymore." tom added, nodding his head. "How long has it been?"
"Like you don't know." Ginny shot to him.
"Hmm. Maybe I want an answer to clarify my thoughts on the year difference." Tom said, that same mocking sweetness, that made Ginny want to hit him.
"Its been 5 years, Tom." She said "5 years of not having to worry about dealing with you."
Tom glared.
"You know. They told me you'd never come back. They said Harry destroyed your diary. Said you were dead. Dumbledore wouldn't have..."
"You actually believe everything Dumbledore said?" Tom said, a laugh "Thats wonderful. Look where his beliefs got him. Look where is trusts in certain people got him. Dumbledore really didn't know anything about the power my journal had. The venom wasn't enough to destroy the journal. I'm here, and you dear headmaster must be churning in his grave!"
Ginny glared at him, hand winding in for a punch.
"Don't think about it, Gin. Hit me, and you'll regret it. Believe me Gin. Would I lie to you?"

"Yes. Yes you would." Ginny spat "You lied about everything."

"I lied about everything?" Tom questioned. "Hmm... I don't recall that. Why not...explain how I lied to you."
Ginny reached for her blanket. "Go away."
"No. I don't feel like leaving. It's rather rude to send a guest away like that."
"No, its rather rude to go into one's house uninvited, and throw threats at them. I gave you my wand. Go away. Your not real, just a dream."
Tom laughed. "You think this is a dream?"
"Your only a dream, like all those other dreams. I'll wake up, and you'll be gone."
"Awe Gin, I'm flattered, you dream about me?"
"Go. Away. Now." Ginny just said stubbornly.
"Well, if you really want your dreams, I guess I'll have to grant the princess her wish." Tom said, twirling his sleek black wand.
"Oh, and I'm surprised you still keep a diary. Did you miss being able to pour your heart and soul into a book?"
Ginny held back the punch she so badly wanted to give him. In her mind she could see Tom Riddle with a nice bloody nose, and black eyes. But if she dared fulfill that want, she knew Tom would act on a petty threat.

Tom pulled out the girls diary.
"Give me that." Ginny hissed. Wide eyed.
"I've already read it love. You have dreams of me often." he said, a smirk on his face. "Well, as much as I love chatting, I must be leaving."
"Good." Ginny said flatly, watching Tom walk away, holding her diary, and his wand. Her own wand in the boys pocket.
He got to the window, back to the girl, then turned swiftly.
Before Ginny could say "What." She was right back to sleep.
"Sorry it has to be like this, love, but it was the only way." Tom mumbled, smirking
He levitated the sleeping girl over to him, and took her form in his arms, pulling his invisabilty cloak over him and her. He then left the same way he came into the room, just leaving the window open.
The window that he should not have been able to get in.
But nothing could ever keep Tom Riddle from achieving something, he always had a back up plan.


"Ronald, would you be a dear and go wake your sister. I've been calling for her to come down to breakfast. I don't think she's awake yet." Molly Weasley said, whilst making pancakes, sausage, beacon and other breakfast foods.
"Sure mum." Ron said
"Oh, and then prepare your room for when Harry comes."Molly added.
"I know mum." Ron said, walking from the kitchen to the staircase.

Ron walked up the many flights of stairs until he reached his sisters door.
The door which held peeling letters, much like his own. But her door said 'Gin----ny'
Ron chuckled at that. The ny was made with magical tape, which now was pealing along with the old gold letters of the Gin.
Ron knocked on the door.
"Gin! Gin wake up! Mum's making breakfast! Gin!" Ron said
He knocked a few more times. Still no response.
He gave an annoyed sigh, and opened the door.
"Alright Gin I'm comi..." Ron stopped as the door opened up to revel an empty bed, and open window, with curtains blowing in the summer breeze.


Thank you for reading.
I'm hoping to get longer chapters out for this rewrite, as the last version had been rather short.
Its great to be writing again.
But I'm not sure when I'll get to update my other stories. I'm just going to focus on this one for a while. I hope to get the next chapter out soon.
Thank you to those who reviewed.
Much appreciated.
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