Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.

Authors Notes: Wow! Two Chapters in one day! I'm on fire today! Sweet! Thankfully I've got the next chapter in my head already, so writers block will be pushed aside till I've run my supply dry. I'll hopefully throw up another chapter tomorrow or Monday. Thanks my lovelies for reading! Send me a review

Rating: M for later Chapters

Pairing: Ginny/Tom(AKA Voledmort)

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August 20th, 1992

Ginny stood beside her mother in Florish and Blots, waiting for Gilderoy Lockhart to appear. Her mother may be smitten with him, but Ginny thought he was the most amazing Wizard alive, save for Harry of course. Harry would always be special. She chewed her lip nervously, they all hoped Harry had only gone one firegrate to far, of course, she never figured out why her father or older brothers didn't just get into the floo and say the same thing as Harry. If they really were worried about him shouldn't someone have followed him to make sure he was safe? The logic of her parents never made sense to her. But they were adults and supposedly knew what they were doing, so she didn't question it.

Finally Harry appeared, Hermione somehow managed to find him. Ginny shrank behind her mother, trying to hide from the boy who consumed her thoughts. She had such a crush on him, she'd blush whenever he looked at her, which wasn't often. Ginny would know, she spent most of her time staring at him.

She hadn't even been paying much attention as Harry was dragged up for a picture with Gilderoy Lockhart. Her two idols together in one photograph! She couldn't wait to take tomorrow's prophet and cut it out for her scrapbook. It would be something she'd stare at all night. She was so lost in her thoughts of tomorrows newspaper that she hadn't noticed her brothers had pushed her almost to the door of the book shop. She swallowed hard, looking up at a cold face. She didn't know who this was, but he did not seem very nice. And from the way her family was acting, he wasn't.

"…Tatty second hand books." The man said in a aristocratic tone. "You must be the Wealseys" It was then that Ginny noticed he had pulled her potions book out of her cauldron. She would have reached for it if Harry hadn't been telling this man to give her the book back. She melted, giving him a affectionate look, well it was more of a puppy love look. But the point remained. He was coming to her rescue, he really was her knight in shining armor. Even if it were in her own head.

"Come on Weasley's, let's head outside. Hmm? Much to crowded in here" she heard her father say as the book thumped loudly back into her cauldron. She tried to give the man, her father called Lucius, a friendly smile. But panicked and ran after her brothers at the horrible sneer she received in return.

The rest of the day was uneventful, till they got home. Everyone was over loaded with bags and boxes as the redheaded clan entered the burrow once more. "Everyone go pack your trunks! I will not have any of this packing the night before and you leaving everything at home. This year, you leave it and you won't get it till you come home for Christmas!" she shouted over the noise of her children, though was smiling happily. "Now, off, all of you!" she said, heading for the kitchen to make dinner. "Oh and Ginny dear, I'll be in later to make sure you have everything" she added, receiving a groan from her boys. "Okay mummy!" she said cheerily, going into her room.

She had been packing her trunk for almost an hour when she reached her last item, her cauldron. As she put the metal object into her trunk, cramming down her clothes so it would fit she noticed a book in there she hadn't seen before. She knew she only bought one book today, the rest she could use the books Ron had used last year. She closed the trunk, eyeing the leather book curiously. It was kept in very good condition, though from the parchment she could tell it was old. She flipped it over, the book smooth in her fingers. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' the back read. By itself it was an uninteresting name, as it seemed he was the Author of the book, but what was strange was when she opened it, it was blank.

"Strange, why would anyone mark their name on an empty book?" she asked, shrugging it off. She had no use for a blank book, perhaps she'd use it to take notes in. No, this book was to pretty to be used for something as tedious as notes. She decided she'd make it her diary, pour her soul into this book so perhaps she could escape the life she wanted to hide from, even for a short while.

She moved to her desk, opening the diary and a bottle of ink. She chewed on her quill for a minute, before dipping it in the purple ink.

8-20-92
I can't believe I'm starting Hogwarts next week! Of course mum is making a fuss about it, but who cares. I'll be seventeen in just a couple years and then she can't tell me what to do! Then I'll be free from her and my idiot brothers.

She paused for a moment, thinking about what else to write. Her eyes widened when she saw the ink sink into the page and disappear. She flipped to page, seeing no trace of ink on any of the parchment. Confused she looked at the page she had written on, nearly throwing the book in fright. Her words were replaced by new ones, in a scrawl very unfamiliar to her, and no longer in her purple ink. This ink was black, and the letters looped in a fancy way she'd not seen before, except in the weird letters her great aunt Muriel wrote her.

Hello, my name is Tom. Congratulations on starting Hogwarts! I'm sure the school has a fine new edition. I'm sorry your mum is making a fuss. I'm sure it's just because her baby is going to school. It's a very big step in a young persons life. Do tell me, how did you get a hold of my diary?
~Tom Riddle

Ginny gasped as she read the words, watching them fade away as well. Her eyes glittered with excitement. Maybe this was an interesting book after all. Her mother's words rang in her ear "Never trust something you can't see where it keeps it brains!" But her mother couldn't have meant this book. It was far to interesting to ignore. She dipped her quill into the ink excitedly.

My name is Ginny. This is your diary? But if it's a diary then how am I able to talk to you? How are you able to talk? Shouldn't it just be words written on a page, for anyone who opens it to see? When did you write this diary? Did you go to Hogwarts? How did you…..

She frowned when her words faded away before she finished writing. And when she tried to continue her words never seemed to stay on the page. Why wasn't it working now? Had she broken it somehow?

My My little one. You have so many questions. Relax little one, we have all the time in the world for me to answer your questions. So please, slow down.

The sentence seemed to laugh at Ginny, conveying a sense of happiness and affection, like someone would talk to a favorite little cousin, or a child they loved. The words faded away, though were quickly replaced by another.

Little one, I wrote this diary in my sixth year at Hogwarts. In 1945, as you wrote the date above I can see it has been almost fifty years since its creation. It makes me curious how times have changed, but that can wait. You are able to talk to me, and I you, because this is more then just a simple diary. This book contains a memory, my memory, forever etched into its pages so I can never truly die. Although I admit, it's nice to have a new friend.

The words glittered on the page as if the ink were wet, then faded away. She was so excited about this book, she had no idea how he had managed to preserve his memory into a book, but she was eager to learn how, maybe she'd create one for herself. She spent the next few hours writing to Tom, until her mother called her for diner. He was such a fascinating boy, and all the stories he told her of his school days made her all the more excited for the experience. She hid the diary in her trunk, underneath her underclothes so no one would notice or think to look there if they were to look in her trunk. All thoughts gone from her mind except Tom as she went down to the kitchen, for once not fawning over Harry as she had been all summer. It was a nice change for her family, and they didn't dare ask about the change, for fear her obsessive behavior would start up again.

October 1st, 1992

Ginny spent every day writing in the diary, talking about everything from her school mates to her desires for the future. Sometimes Tom would tell her about himself, or tell her about when he went to school. But most of the time he just listened to her, and would comment some times to know he was still reading her words.

Ginny never left it away from her, for fear someone else might find it. Tom warned her not to let it go, it could be disastrous if anyone found his diary but her. 'I trust you little one. You're the only one who can protect my memory' he had told her one night, making her blush. 'I trust you to Tom, with my life' she never thought she'd soon wish she'd never told him that.

Sometimes she'd write to him during lessons, the professors all thought she was writing notes on the lecture so they didn't stop her. But Tom would refuse to talk to her. 'How would it be if my little one failed charms because she was not paying attention. Listen to the professor little one, we'll talk later. I'll help you study' that was the same reply she'd get every time, though it never stopped her from trying.

The school was still abuzz about the attack first on Mrs. Norris, then on Collin Creevy. Not that anyone cared about Mrs. Norris, she was just the creepy caretakers annoying cat. But everyone was talking about the attack on Collin Creevy. "No one would attack a student like that! The heir of Slytherin can't be a student, can it?" she had heard one hufflepuff whisper as she passed by.

If only they knew, if only they knew what was going on in the school. They would all run. All those unworthy of tutelage of magic would leave the school and never look back. Filthy mudbloods, if they just left she wouldn't have to do this. But then again, she knew she had to do this. She'd been told many times over, in order to lure Harry Potter into the chamber they would need to threaten a lot of people. He needed to save someone.

The first time she found herself thinking like that it had scared her, she knew it was coming from Tom. He had been more then vocal about his opinions of the muggle-born students. She had run to the girls lavatory, the one where this all started long before she was even born. She threw the diary into the toilet, flushing it over and over, trying to get rid of the thing. She ran, ran as far as she could.

October 3rd, 1992

She ignored it for almost two day, the pull to write to him, to beg his forgivness for throwing him away, beg him to soothe her fears. After another few hours she couldn't take it, she had run into the girls loo, seeing the water cleaned up and the diary nowhere. She panicked, threatening Merytle with everything that could affect a ghost till she finally admitted that Harry stole her diary.

Ginny was now even more panicked, Tom trusted her to keep the diary safe. He'd be so disappointed in her! The fear of that outweighed her fear of her thoughts of the muggle-borns in the school. She ran, faster then she ever had before, to the Gryffindore Common room. She waited till all of the other students went to lunch, knowing none of them would be back till after dinner. She tore apart Harry's things, frantically looking for the diary. When she found it she clutched it to her chest, letting out a weak sob.

She went to her dormitory, ignoring the fact she had classes in less than an hour. She didn't care if she skipped lunch, she needed him to understand why she did what she did.

Tom, I'm so sorry! I was frightened. I thought you were doing something evil to my thoughts and I got scared! I'm so sorry Harry took you! He didn't figure out how you work, did he? Tom I'm so sorry! Tom, please speak to me!

She cried as she wrote, tears hitting the pages and sinking in like the ink. The page remained blank for a long while, while Ginny kept sobbing. This was not fair! He needed to say something to her, let her know how to make it better. A sudden realization hit her, maybe Harry had broken it. Maybe he ruined Tom's memory! She was just about to write again when the familiar scrawl appeared on the page in front of her.

My little one, how I have missed you. Why were you so frightened? Have I ever steered you wrong my sweetest? Have I ever put you in harms way? Even the creature will never attack you. So my little one why were you so afraid, and why didn't you talk to me. When I found it wasn't you writing to me I worried something had happened to you. Yes, he figured to write in me, but don't worry little one, I'm not mad. This will work just fine. Everything is still on plan. Please don't cry little one, I am not angry with you.

Ginny let out a choked sound of relief when she read he wasn't mad at her. She was still his little one, and she smiled, knowing she'd always be. She quickly responded as soon as his ink faded, a happy smile on her lips as she knew she'd not lost him.

No, Tom you've never steered me wrong, and I know you'd never harm me. I'm sorry Tom, I don't know now why I was so afraid. You're right, Harry is a hindrance and the mudbloods shouldn't be allowed into the school. I don't know why I acted the way I did. Thank you for forgiving me. I must run to class, I promise I'll never let you out of my sight again!

The words faded away and before he could reply she wrote one last sentence.

Tom, I love you. I trust you with my life and I'd happily die to serve you.

What did she know? She was eleven. She was in love with Tom as she knew love to be. She just was not sure why. With that she ran to class, knowing she needed to be awake tonight when she spoke to Tom. Tonight he promised to reveal the plan to her. His plan that would bring him to life and get rid of Harry so Tom never die again.

January 30st, 1992

Ginny knew the school was close to being closed down, but she did not care. They would simply reopen the school at a later date, this time with no mudbloods within her walls. She sat in the Chamber of Secrets as she had done many times before. This time, however, she was not commanding the creature or writing in the diary. A fully real looking Tom sat on the stone floor beside her, leaning up against the wall.

"Little one, I need you to understand, should anything in our plan fail tonight I will not leave you" he spoke so softly Ginny could barely hear him. Her head rested on his shoulder and her firey red hair hid her face as it cascaded down his chest. She looked up at his angelic face with a look of confusion.

"Tom, what could fail? By now they know I'm down here, Potter will come to rescue me. He'll think I'm dead, you'll kill him and become fully alive. Then we'll be together, forever" she said in a way only an eleven year old could, so innocent, so trusting. Everything in the world was perfect to a child.

"My love, don't you remember what I told you? Never assume a plan will go as you've decided. That will only leave you with frustration and a lot of ruined plans" he said, chuckling at her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up into his lap. "Now little one, what I'm going to tell you is very important. I need you to listen and trust me" Ginny nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Of course, I trust you with my life" she said, giving him a look that asked him to tell her.

"Little one, what do you know about soul bonds?" he asked, hoping not to have to explain everything, but after all, she was but a child, so he feared he might just have to. "Well, a Soul bond is similar to what muggles believe are Soul Mates. There is one soul created to match your own, and you'll only truly be happy with that person. If you were to never meet your Soul Mate then you just go through life missing something, happy but never truly happy. If you're lucky enough to find the other half of your soul then you would be drawn to them, unable to leave" she said

"Once you solidify that bond with either a physical action or a bonding ceremony you'll be forever bound to your other half. It is incredibly painful to try and lie to them, and you share a mental link that allows you to communicate with your mate. Very few people find their Soul Mate, which is why most muggles get divorced and very few wizards get bonded in the first place." She said in one breath. " Why?" she asked, confused.

"How do you feel about my Little one?" he asked, not answering her question yet. She humored him, cuddling into his chest. "I love you Tom. I want to write to you all the time. I dream of you, I'm willing to do anything for you to be real again. The fact you're real and holding me now is something I never thought I'd get." She said softly. "Why Tom?" she asked again, her voice more pointed this time.

"My sweetest, I love you, more then life itself" Ginny knew for him that was a very big thing, and that one sentence left her speechless. "You are the only person I've ever loved, and I ever will love. You are the other half to my soul, and I'll fight till the end to protect you. No harm shall ever come to you little one, you are mine" he whispered, kissing her full on the lips with such passion Ginny never knew possible.

The second his lips touched hers she knew his words were true. She'd never be able to have anyone else, she'd never want anyone else. "Little one, bond with me. Make yourself mine as I make myself yours." He said, if Ginny didn't know any better she'd have thought he was begging. But Lord Voldemort never begged. She could only nod dumbly, to shocked to be able to speak. He slipped a gold bracelet onto her wrist, muttering incantation after incantation, the magic seeping into her skin, and his hand that held hers.

"Now put this on my wrist and repeat after me" he handed her a matching bracelet and she put it on his wrist, repeating the spells carefully after him. Once the last syllable left her lips a white magic surrounded them, pulling their magic from their bodies, twisting them together before they reentered their bodies. "I love you Ginerva Riddle, you're mine. Never let anyone tell you different" he said possessively, kissing her again. They only broke apart when they heard a crash of stone, signallying their time alone was growing short.

"Love, lay down" he said, moving her to the center of the floor in front of the statue. "If I don't make it tonight, I promise I will come for you. One day I will find my way into this world and I will come for you. You're mine Ginerva" he hissed, sending shivers down her spine. He cast a spell to conceal her bonding bracelet, and a second spell to make her appear close to death. That was the last thing she remembered, until Harry stabbed the diary. When Tom disappeared she felt the spell break, his hold over her gone.

"NOOOO!" She screamed, Harry thought it was because she had almost been killed, and he reached out to hold her, to comfort her. He did not notice the way she flinched, her sobs shaking her body. She looked at the diary, laying pierced on the floor. Ink flowed from it like blood from a slaughtered animal, bits of ink trapped in her hair. Her sobs were not from her fright, or what had 'been done to her'. No, her sobs were for the remnants of the connection she had to her soul mate. She did not think she could survive without him. He was supposed to win, supposed to be with her forever. This horrible brat hugging her should not have had the power to defeated Lord Voldemort, not only once but twice. The thought scared her, she was scared of Harry's powers. More so, she was broken over the loss of the mate she just found.

Pansy continued to pull memories from Ginny, filling a large jar of the silver substance. She noticed how Ginny went from blissfully happy to looking like she wanted to die. She wondered what she was remembering, but knew better then to look at the memory herself. Her empress would certainly kill her over that. Pansy or not, Ginny would kill anyone who tainted her memory of her lost lover. Though Pansy had to admit, she was so curious how the two unlikely people ended up together.