Hello there! I'm hoping that I can keep my ideas flowing. I like this chapter alot better than the last one. Just as a warning, this chapter is in Ginny's point of view. Please review at the end if you have any ideas and please tell me if you liked the first or third person better. Please? Anyways... um... yeah... Here's the chapter.

I do not own Harry Potter.

Everything was cold. It smelled bad. Even with my eyes closed I could tell it was dark because there wasn't that glow that light seemed to have. I was soaked to the bone. My head was pounding. Why? Then I remembered. I was hit with a body binding spell. Did I hit my head? I had to have.

If I had hit my head wouldn't I have been put into the Hospital Wing? No, not anymore. Not since Professor Dumbledore was killed, the school had been taken over, the sorting hat gone crazy, and practically Hell had frozen over. It only figured that all of this would have happened. Fate seemed to love it's jokes that it pulled on people… even when no one was laughing.

I opened my eyes and saw a stone ceiling high above me. The room had a green glow to it. Did that mean that I was still in the Slytherin common room? There's no way that I'm in the chamber. Professor Dumbledore had closed it… hadn't he?

I began to sit up. My head spun and I had to close my eyes to stop the spinning. After the spinning had completely stopped, I opened my eyes again. No! How was I in the chamber? This is impossible. No… no… no. My eyes snapped shut. I had to have been dreaming.

It wouldn't be the first time that I had dreamed that I was back in the chamber. Surely it was brought on by my re-sorting. Yeah. Don't muggles say that traumatizing events can bring back bad memories? Maybe being sorted into Slytherin was traumatizing enough to send me back to having nightmares about the chamber. That had to be it. It just had to be. But… you can't feel pain when you're dreaming.

Everything around me screamed that I had returned to the Chamber of Secrets, yet I refused to believe. Not even He could make me believe that this was real. Maybe if I was lucky, the last few months would have all been a dream.

I felt a breath on the back of my neck. I went completely still. If I was in the chamber, that managed to not be closed, maybe the basilisk had remained alive… No. I had seen it laying dead on the ground.

"Open your eyes, Ginevra."

My jaw began to shake, but my body remained stiff.

"Ginevra. Open. Your eyes."

I swallowed hard, but my eyes remained shut.

There was the sound of movement. Then the voice spoke again, this time more so in front of me. "I said, to open your eyes." A hand grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. "Look at me."

I opened my eyes a fraction and looked out of the bottom left corner of my eyes, the direction away from the voice.

The hand's grip tightened. "Ginevra. Now."

I raised my eyes a little. "Please, don't hurt me. Please." I closed my eyes tight, hoping that he would go away now that I had done what he asked. I pulled my legs in closer to me and wrapped my arms around myself. "Please…"

The voice seemed to ignore me. "Tell me where you are."

"I—I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Now tell me."

"Th—The Chamber—the Chamber of Secrets."

"And who am I?"

"Lord Voldemort."

"Who. Am I?"

"T—Tom Riddle."

"Are you dreaming?"

"You already know the answer," I whispered. I tried to tuck my head down, but the hand tightened again.

"Tell me. Are. You. Dreaming?"

I shook my head.

"Ginevra. Look at me. Are. You. Or are you not. Dreaming?"

I kept my eyes closed and spoke in a voice so low that I couldn't even really hear it. "No."

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you. You'll have to speak up. Now look at me and answer."

I swallowed hard.

"Ginevra."

I opened my eyes and answered, still very quiet, but louder than before. "No." My entire body was shaking by this point. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Do you know why you are here?"

"No."

"Don't. Lie. To me. Do you know why you are here?"

"Tom…"

"Ginevra. Why are you here?"

"Because I made you mad."

"Do you know what you did to upset me?"

I closed my eyes.

"Ginevra."

I opened them. "Yes."

"What?"

"Tom… please… just leave me alone."

"What did you do to upset me."

I noticed tears starting to stream down my face. Why did he have to come back? Why couldn't he have just used Crucio me? Why?

"Do you know what you did to upset me?"

I couldn't answer. I couldn't even breath. It felt like my throat was tied into knots.

"Ginevra."

I couldn't hold back the sob that escaped me. After the sob escaped, I was fighting for breath, trying to hold back the others. I was shaking uncontrollably. My breath was coming out in gasps. I couldn't breathe. I was becoming light headed.

"Calm down."

Why was the room spinning? I don't think it was supposed to do that. Somewhere, with all of the spinning, I saw Tom summon something.

He tilted my head back and something went down my throat, causing me to cough.

"Just drink it."

I knew that whether I wanted to or not I was going to be forced to drink whatever it was, so I tried to drink it, but still ended up choking. Whatever it was though, it was beginning to make me feel better. Finally, the potion was gone.

"It was a calming draught," Tom answered my unanswered question. "It should last for about an hour. Now, for the second part of your punishment. You have to suck up your "Gryffindor" pride and use the language that your current house founder was known for speaking. Then, when you get out of here, I will take you to the Hospital Wing myself to make sure that you don't end up with brain damage from your fall."

"I can't speak Parseltongue."

"Of course you can. The same thing that happened to Potter when I tried to kill him when he was a child happened to you."

"You're lying."

"Ginevra. I suggest that you respect me, otherwise your next punishment won't be nearly as painless as this one. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good."

I stayed in the middle of the room. Even if I could speak Parseltongue, there was no way that I was going to. That would just further everyone's believing of me belonging in Slytherin. I closed my eyes. I was going to die here. Just like I had to write on the wall in my first year. Would my parents know what had happened to me if I never got out of here?

"Any time."

"I can't—"

"Won't."

"Be able to just say "open" in Parseltongue and get out."

"You will."

I opened my eyes. "Watch." I got up and walked over to the door.

"I'm watching."

"Open. See? Nothing—"

Clunk.

"You were saying?"

"Impossible… No…"

"Ginevra."

"No…"

"You belong in Slytherin. It's only a matter of time before you and everyone else comes to realize it."

My knees began to give out. How was it that I was able to do Parseltongue? He couldn't have had that big of an impact on me in my first year, could he? I was on the ground. No… I couldn't have become even somewhat like a Slytherin. I've always been a Gryffindor. I always thought that I would be a Gryffindor. How could I be anything else?

Tom sighed. "Get up."

I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I wanted to die. Tom had come back, I was in the place that I hated most, becoming the type of person that I hated most, and I couldn't do anything to stop any of it. I closed my eyes. Why was I always the helpless little Ginny—the damsel in distress—that just couldn't do anything right? I closed my eyes willing death.

"Are you going to get up?"

I didn't answer. I just began to feel colder and colder. Part of it was the fact that I was soaked, and the other part of it was the overwhelming sense of dread seeping in. I began to shiver.

Tom picked me up and carried me out of the chamber. He carried me to the Hospital Wing, ignoring all of the stares that we were getting. When we got to the Hospital Wing, he laid me down in one of the beds and yelled for Madame Pomfrey.

Madame Pomfrey did a quick examination of my current state and grabbed a few potions, administering them to me in my numb state. The last one she gave me must have been a sleeping potion, because I fell asleep almost instantly after she gave it to me.