The Dark Age

Chapter Two

In The Diary

Ginny felt the spinning sensation and it was almost like she was going to pass out. Finally, she stopped and felt herself land inside a stone coorider. She wondered which one of his memories Tom had drug her into. She stood up and looked around. She was at Hogwarts.

There didn’t seem to be anyone in sight, so she walked a ways to pass the time. No doubt Tom would show up in a bit and show her one of his long memories. He had before…but then they had only been nice memories, before she knew what he was.

Ginny shivered slightly as she saw him. She could tell it was him before she even got close. He was standing up, reading a paper, wearing black dress robes, his shiny black hair combed back.

"Hello Tom. What memory is this?" She asked, wanting to be the one to startle him.

He turned slowly…and a smile spread across his face. "Ginny…I’d only hoped it would work."

"What do you mean?" Ginny demanded, walking closer.

He didn’t answer her question, looking at her. "You’ve grown quite a bit since I last saw you."

She had changed, back then she had just been a little girl, now she was tall with a gracefully slender body and long dark red hair. "Well, I don’t really want to talk about that." She said quickly. "What are you talking about, it worked?"

He smirked and reached out to grab her arm. "You aren’t in a memory my dear little Ginny."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny demanded, trying to yank free, but his grip was too tight.

"You aren’t in a memory." He replied, his smile growing wider as she struggled to get away from him. "You’re in the past."

"You’re crazy." Ginny hissed. "The only way to do time traveling is with a time turner."

"The only known way." He corrected her. "I found another, and I recently discovered the means of perfecting it. Now here you are, and here you will stay."

Ginny understood the full impact of his words at that moment and she did something that was very unlike her, her eyes rolled backwards and she felt herself starting to fall…then everything was dark.

The next thing she could recall was waking up, her eyes slowly fluttering open. "Welcome back to the world of the living sleeping beauty." A voice purred close to her ear.

Ginny sat up abruptly, and looked around her. She was in a bedroom, lying on a Hogwarts bed, things looked the same as they normally did, yet different. Then everything came back to her, as she saw Tom Riddle staring at her.

"What have you done?" She said, in barely above a whisper. "How will I ever get back…"

He took her hand surprisingly gently. "But you won’t darling Ginny. You are going to stay here with me." He raised her hand up to his lips and slowly brushed them across her fingertips and Ginny felt herself starting to get lightheaded from it. Then she quickly yanked her hand away from him.

"Where am I?" She asked.

"Your in Hogwarts. Fifty years ago…this is my graduation night, I just gave the speech, made an newt record."

‘And Hermione is going to break that.’ She mentally added. "Why did you bring me here?"

He smiled. "Well isn’t it obvious?"

"No…" Ginny said blankly. "Do you want me to give you information from the future or something?"

"No, your being thick." He said, and without warning he pushed her down so that she was lying down again. "I brought you here…to be with me."

It dawned on Ginny at that moment and she almost screamed. "What!? Why me!? You are like 50 years older than me!"

"Not right now." He purred, moving his face close to hers. "I’m only one year older than you. And why you? You connected with me, you gave yourself to me the moment you found that diary…it was all planned by the fates."

"No…" Ginny protested weakly. "Lucius Malfoy planted that diary on me. He wanted the chamber of secrets open again."

"That’s not important now." He mumbled, and she felt his lips brushing her neck and ears, and it was hard not to give into him and that wonderful sensation. "None of that happens yet, and right now we’re in the fun years, I have to start gathering followers, no hard work for awhile." He grinned at her.

"No!" Ginny snapped. "I will have nothing to do with you!"

His eyes darkened. "You will…one way or another." He stood up then and Ginny could move freely again. She leapt off the bed and headed for the door.

"And where do you think you are going?" He asked in an amused tone.

"To find a way back to my own time." She snapped, reaching for the knob.

"Afraid not darling." Strong arms grabbed her from behind. "I’m afraid we have to go right now…no time to say goodbye to old friends."

"You can’t apparate at Hogwarts." Ginny said triumphantly. "It says so in Hogwarts a History." She mentally thanked Hermione for that bit of information.

"That’s in your time sweetheart. No rule about that yet…no dark days." With another devilish grin, Ginny felt herself momentarily vanish, then they were moving so fast she thought she might pass out. Finally they stopped and she was on solid ground once more.

She felt herself sag against him and he held her up. "Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you hadn’t ever apparated before." He whispered in her ear with a smirk.

Ginny glared, this was one of his sick little games, and she couldn’t figure out the rules. "Your making a big mistake." She told him, pulling away. "My friends will find out what happened, and Harry will come here and kill you, he did it once, he can do it again."

Tom’s eyes flashed. "Harry Potter can never come here. Even if he wanted to, that fool Dumbledore would never let him, you aren’t allowed to mess with the past and future he believes.

Ginny remembered Hermione telling her that and her face crumpled. Now she didn’t know what she would do. She felt hot tears stream down her cheeks and Tom walked over and wiped them away with his hand.

"Don’t touch me." She said.

"You aren’t at liberty to tell me not to." He said with a cold smile. "It’s alright though, you needn’t cry. I think you will be very happy here…."

He folded her into his arms and Ginny couldn’t fight anymore at that moment, she was too tired. She fell into his embrace and sobbed, him patting her back the whole time. How could she have gotten herself into such a mess again? Her only hope was that she figure some way out of all this before it was too late for her.