AN: Well... How was that for a speedy update. ^.^ I only wish that I could keep this up. Thank you to everyone that reviewed. Reviews make me so happy and motivate me to update quicker. (Hint, hint.) Anyways... Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.

When I woke up, I didn't have the slightest clue as to where I was. It wasn't the chamber like it was the first time, and it wasn't the hospital wing. I was laying in a rather comfortable bed. The colors of the room were green and black, so I almost thought the Slytherin common room, but the bed was much too big. When I closed my eyes and tried to think about where I could possibly be, my mind didn't come up with any logical answers.

I swung my legs out of the bed. The floor was freezing on my bare feet. I looked around the room. There were two doors, a book case and a desk. All of the woodwork in the room was dark, dark brown. I walked into the door closest to me.

It was a bathroom. The entire room was done in black marble. All of the faucets were done in silver, and the towels were all green. Slytherin green. Looking in the mirror, I saw that I looked horrible. There was a large red mark on the left side of my face. I ran some warm water and splashed some on my face. It made me feel a little bit better, but not much.

I walked out of the bathroom, and back into the room that I had just come from. I walked over to the other door and tried to open it. It was locked. I started to panic. How was I going to get out of here?

I practically ran over to the desk, hoping for any clue as to where "here" was. There was nothing laying on top of the desk and all of the drawers were locked. I ran over to the bookshelf and scanned through the titles of the books there. They were all about the dark arts.

I really started to panic. Where was I? Why was I here? I began to pace through the room, trying to come up with any form of a plan to get out of there. Maybe I could use wandless magic. Maybe…

I walked over to the door and tried. It didn't work.

I rammed the door in attempt to somehow get out. All I succeeded in doing was hurting my shoulder. I began to pace again. Back and forth. Back and forth. Still, nothing.

There was a clicking sound, and the door swung open to reveal Tom. He looked annoyed and didn't seem to notice me when he first walked in, then when he finally did, he smiled. The smile seemed cold and empty.

"Ginevra. You're up. How are you feeling?"

"Where am I?"

He took a few steps towards me. "Is that any way to speak to me?"

"Yes." The minute that the one word had left my mouth, I was slapped.

"Why must you continue to disrespect me, Ginevra? We both know that it will end badly, so why do you continue to anger me?"

"Because you don't deserve anything else." He pulled out his wand and used the cruciatus curse on me. The minute the curse hit me, I fell to the floor in pain. He lifted it fairly quickly.

"I don't wish to hurt you, Ginevra. Why don't you just calm down?"

"No."

"Ginevra… All you are doing is digging yourself a deeper hole."

"Where am I?"

He sighed. "Where do you think you are?"

"I will not play games with you. Where in the bloody hell am I?"

"Temper, Ginevra. Temper. You're in my room. Where else could you possibly be?"

"Why aren't I in the hospital wing, or the Slytherin common room? Hell, even the Chamber?"

"Because you have proven to me that you can escape quite easily from all of those places and I am becoming very annoyed with having to chase you around the castle. Thus far you have also pushed yourself to your limit and have passed out, and have harmed yourself."

"Why do you care if I harm myself or not? You hurt me all of the time. You always have and always will."

"Ginevra, Ginevra, Ginevra…" he was walking around me. Circling me like any predator would circle its prey. "I harm you because I demand obedience, and when you fail to follow the rules I must punish you. It is the same concept as house breaking a pet."

"You had my obedience when I used to open the Chamber for you. You still tried to hurt me then."

He stopped circling me. "Ginevra, name one time that I hurt you when you were opening the Chamber for me."

"You made me black out. You tried to kill me down in the Chamber so that you could… And now you're back, just when I think that the nightmares were starting to finally go away. You come back! When you left, you never left my thoughts. My mind was plagued because of you. Because of you, I couldn't grow up like any normal person would! I hate you! You try telling me that you never hurt me. Well, from the time I opened the diary, you haven't stopped."

He walked over to me and tried to pull me into something kind of like a hug. "Do you actually think I was going to kill you? Naïve or not, you still had the potential to be one of my greatest followers. I could tell that you were going to be a strong witch when you got older. Why would I kill you when I already had you partially on my side? Why would I sacrifice the pawn that could easily become a queen when I could have taken out the opponent's king and gotten both? I never actually hurt you."

"Oh, so waking up finding blood on my hands, having no idea where it came from doesn't hurt me? Finding out that I could have caused one of my friends to become petrified doesn't hurt me? Actually finding out that my friends had become petrified doesn't hurt me?"

"They weren't your friends at the time. You told me several times that I was your only friend. No one else cared about you. Not even your brothers noticed you acting differently, they didn't notice anything happening to you until it was almost too late, if I was to kill you. I had to spell it out for Potter and your one brother."

"And what would you have done if they never showed. What if it had been a teacher that ultimately came down? What if no one came down at all? What then?"

"Do not raise your voice at me. Someone was going to come down. I could have slowed down the amount of energy that I was taking away from you. I would have taken the teacher's life. You wouldn't have died unless there was absolutely no other way. Now quit fighting me!"

"Why am I even here?"

"I already told you, you keep running away and hurting yourself."

"And what if I decided to drown myself?"

"Your vitals are being monitored."

I just wanted to scream. How could he be acting so casually?

"Ginevra, now, why don't you calm down."

"What day is it?"

"I didn't drug you or anything."

"What day is it?"

"It's Saturday. Only one day later. Calm down."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Can I leave now?"

"No, you cannot."

I turned to look at him. "Why not?"

"Because. I don't want you running off and finding another knife to hurt yourself with."

"That was the only knife."

"But I don't know that. With the way you've been acting towards me, I can't trust you. You've been lying to me quite a bit, and I don't appreciate it. Besides, you have two days of classes you've missed to catch up on."

"Two… days… of classes?"

"Yes, two days of classes. I've gotten the assignments that you have to do along with the lessons. I'm going to spend all of today being your teacher. Just like I used to teach you through the diary."

And with that, my hope began to sink. I was going to be stuck with Tom all day. It was going to be exactly like when I was a first year. Kill me now.