A/N: Holy crap, it's been almost three months since I've updated this fic. Sorry, sorry, sorry! I just finished my third year of university, so life's been pretty hectic.

Oh, and just a note - I'm not usually a fan of bolding words in a story because it looks weird, but this chapter will be the only exception because of Tom Riddle's diary.

Disclaimer: This is just a fan fic!

Chapter 11: Possession

Dear Tom,

Today I asked Ron if I could sit with him and Harry for breakfast. Ron told me to shove off. He is a terrible brother. Tom, I wish you were my brother instead.

Love, Ginny.

The words sank into the page and disappeared. Ginny sighed as she waited for Tom's response. He was such a good listener. If only he could be real!

Ginevra –

That was mean of your brother. Who is this Harry that you keep mentioning, by the way? Just curious. I can tell that you like him very –

"What's wrong, Miss?"

Ginny glanced up in alarm as a shadow swept across her. It was a boy! And a handsome one, at that. He looked like he had just stepped out of a Muggle fashion magazine or one of those Asian sex comic books that she found lying around the Gryffindor girl dormitory.

"Uh," Ginny stammered, slamming her diary shut. "Nothing, I'm j-just writing..."

Light smiled pleasantly down at the redheaded girl. He had to get his hands on that book. If it was full of Dark Magic, as Ryuk claimed, then perhaps it would hold the power to help him get rid of Dumbledore, Snape, and the Japanese Task Force.

Ginny stood up, regaining some of her senses. "Why are you in the girl's bathroom?" she asked suspiciously, backing away from the young man.

"I'm hiding."

"Why?"

"I'm hiding from one of your teachers. Professor Snape, do you know him?"

Ginny's eyes widened. "Yes! Are you in trouble?"

"Kind of. Say, that's a really interesting object you've got there. Why does the ink disappear and reappear when you write in it?"

Ginny clutched her diary tighter. "Um... it gives me advice." No way was she going to tell this stranger that the diary was literally her best friend.

"Oh? Can I give it a try, please? I'll give it back to you, I promise."

Ginny hesitated. Well, anybody who didn't like Professor Snape was fine in her books... She handed over the diary and her quill pen, hoping that Tom's response to her had already faded out. Still, she moved a bit towards the doorway and braced herself to block it in case the boy tried to make a run for it.

"I'm Ginny," she said nervously.

"I'm Light," Light responded, opening the diary with barely restrained glee. That had been easier than taking candy from a baby.

"You should tell him that," Ginny suggested, pointing at the blank pages. "Go on. He's very kind and smart."

"He?"

"Tom Riddle. That's what the diary calls itself."

Stupid girl, Light thought incredulously. Anybody with half a brain should be able to recognize that something sentient like this diary was a questionable object.

My name is Light Yagami, Light quickly wrote. I want to kill a couple of wizards. Their names are Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. How should I proceed? He flashed Ginny an innocent smile, who was watching him curiously.

"What did you ask him?" Ginny inquired.

Before Light could reply, new words appeared on the pages, as though they had been excitedly scrawled.

GET RID OF THE GIRL.

AND TAKE HER WAND.

Snape tore out of Dumbledore's office, Matsuda and Aizawa hot on his heels.

"How are we going to find him?" Matsuda said anxiously. "This place is huge!"

"I have a plan," Snape said shortly, his robes billowing behind him and whacking Aizawa in the face. "First, we have to find somewhere that would limit the number of witnesses."

Aizawa caught up to Snape. "Is there such a place?"

"Yes. The Quidditch pitch is empty during the daytime. We'll head down there."

Unfortunately, a couple of other people had gotten the same idea. When Snape, Aizawa, and Matsuda arrived at the Quidditch pitch, they saw a boy and a girl making out in the stands – a redheaded Gryffindor and a curly-haired Ravenclaw.

"WEASLEY!" Snape snapped. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"YEAH! YOU'RE, LIKE, EATING HER FACE. USE LESS TONGUE," Matsuda hollered.

Percy Weasley's head whipped around, his glasses askew and his red face wearing a guilty and terrified expression. "P-Professor!" Then he spotted the Muggles. "Professor Snape, what are they doing here?"

"They're here as my guests. Now, unless you want me to take some points off both your Houses..." Snape said in a menacing tone.

Percy and his girlfriend were off like a shot. Satisfied, Snape strolled through the seats, determined to catch other frolicking couples in hiding. "Homenum Revelio!" Thus began Snape's addiction to cock-blocking, an activity surpassed only by Harry Potter himself.

Light lifted his gaze from the diary that had just commanded him to attack Ginny. He eyed Ginny and licked his lips.

Take her wand? His mind raced with all the exciting possibilities. Would he actually be able to wield a wand?

"Light– ?" Ginny began uncertainly. She let out a squeak when she saw that Light's eyes had taken on a suspicious red glint. She drew her wand.

"Give me back my diary!" Ginny shouted.

"You wish," Light hissed, clobbering Ginny over the head with the book. Myrtle let out a ghastly shriek and dove into the nearest toilet, heartbroken that her new love's best friend was clearly a violent psycho. Ginny collapsed to the floor, and Light pounced on her, wrenching the wooden stick from her fingers. He smirked in triumph. Indeed, Kira was not above hitting little girls for the greater good!

Light flipped open to a random page and wrote with the quill pen, "The deed is done. How do I use the wand?"

A few seconds passed, then...

You don't.

Suddenly, Light's vision grew dark and hazy. He gasped, dropping the diary and quill to clutch at his eyes. It was as though ink was spreading through his corneas.

"Ryuk, help me!" Light cried. Or at least, that's what he would've said if it weren't for the fact that his brain was no longer in control of his mouth.

A silky, imperious male voice echoed through Light's mind. "Ah," it said, amused, "You're a Muggle. However, I must admit that this new body suits me much better than that weak wench. I'll have to make do until I can feed off your soul enough to make a new body."

Tom Riddle! Light thought furiously. It has to be!

"Correct," Tom Riddle replied, inspecting Light's soft, slender hands with interest. "Fascinating. I can sense traces of Dark Magic lingering on your body, but what...?"

"Light?" Ryuk asked, cluelessly staring down at the possessed man. "What's wrong with you?"

Tom Riddle forced Light's mouth to move. "Nothing." He bent down to recover the dropped diary and quill. Light felt utterly powerless. Was this how his victims felt whenever he controlled their actions with the Death Note? If so...well, then that sucked balls.

"A Shinigami? How odd." Tom Riddle sifted through Light's memories. Light helplessly watched as snippets of his life flashed before his eyes. L, Misa, Mello, Snape, Dumbledore...

"Dumbledore!" Tom murmured, retracting his mental probe. "That's right. You're trying to kill him. Well, it'd be my pleasure...and everyone would be none the wiser." He strolled over to the group of sinks in the middle of the bathroom and quickly located a tiny snake engraved on one of the sink's taps. Light/Tom grinned at the mirror, flashing pearly whites that would've made Gilderoy Lockhart howl with envy and despair.

"Open."

At that exact moment, Snape raised his wand, hoping that his strategy would pay off.

"Accio Light Yagami!"

A/N: In all seriousness, Snape only cock-blocks ONCE in Goblet of Fire and somehow becomes a meme. God bless the Internet.

Thanks for staying with this fic, you guys! Especially with all my irritating cliffhangers. The fic is actually coming to an end soon. Luckily, the next chapter should be up within the next week or so, since I have a lot of spare time at the moment. Well, ciao for now :D