Rating:: PG-13
House:: The Dark Arts
Characters:: Tom Riddle
Genres:: Drama Angst
Era:: Multiple Eras
Stats:: Published: 08/24/2003

Updated: 12/20/2003

Words: 7,958

Chapters: 10

Hits: 2,878

A Riddle or a Rhyme

Mith Weasley

Story Summary:: Ginny Weasley sat alone in the common room, reading in front of the fire. She had been completely unaware of any of her surroundings, until she felt a small breeze sweep past her, and felt a chill creep up her spine. She was startled to see a tall boy with black hair sitting in the chair next to hers, when she turned back around. “Hello, Ginny. I see you’ve grown up since I last saw you,” the boy said calmly.

Chapter 01

Chapter Summary:: ...it's chapter one...AND Ginny and Tom's journals...AND them writing everything they're thinking about (cough*eachother*cough)...

Posted:: 08/24/2003

Hits:: 266

Ginny Weasley

September 2^nd

10:17 pm

Dear Journal,

I think I may be in love. Gasp. Yes. Ginny Weasley is over the famous Harry Potter. An amazing feat, and I'm sure the Daily Prophet will be all over it tomorrow. Psh. Notice the sarcasm. Like I'd be important enough for the paper.

Which is exactly why I'll never get this new guy that I'm after.

Tom Rhyme.

He's perfect and I'll be surprised if every girl in school isn't after him by tomorrow afternoon.

So it's not like he'd ever be interested in me.

...

But then WHY did we spend all of today walking around the grounds, talking together?!

...

That's it. I think he likes me, too. He did ask me to join him on the next Hogsmeade visit.

...

He does NOT just want to be friends!

Shut up!

Okay. Fighting with inanimate objects. Bad sign. I think am sick. I need sleep.

G'night.

10:30 pm

I can't sleep.

...

D'you think I'm being too hopeful by saying that Tom likes me?

...

Memo to self: don't ask inanimate objects questions.

Hmmm.

I think...

I think I'll go see Tom, tomorrow...

If I can find him, as I have no idea where the Slytherin common room is or anything.

All right. I really need sleep, because I think Harry, Hermione, and Ron were right.

I'm definitely sick.

All right.

'Night.

~*~*~

Tom Riddle

September 3^rd

1:30 pm

Well, that was annoying.

I was just attacked by a group of Slytherin girls, while trying to eat my lunch.

Most annoying.

But also a bit entertaining...

A blonde boy, named Draco Malfoy, kept shooting glares at me, as if I was entering his territory. Poor, fool.

I don't want any of those simpering idiots,

It's Miss Ginny Weasley that I'm after.

Yes. Her again.

You see, I managed to leave the penseive, somehow with every memory of what happened last time I came back as my sixteen-year-old self. But, once again, my powers were weak. I did manage to maintain my full physical form, but I'm finding it harder to do magic of any sort.

That's where Ginny comes in.

I spend time with her, listen to her stories- which have become more interesting since she was eleven- and, as last time, feed off of her soul. Her powers, which are fairly strong, become mine; I dispose of the girl, and join myself (Lord Voldemort) to regain the power he once lost. Once strong enough, I even intend to destroy the famous Harry Potter.

It's quite a good plan, if you ask me.

There is a bit of a flaw, though...

Though, I'm not really sure...

Well, it's like this...

When I see Ginny, my stomach does this sort of...flip...as though trying to leap into my chest, but it can't. And my heart beats faster every time she speaks to me...

Ugh.

This can't be happening.

I am NOT in love with Ginny Weasley.

I want to KILL her.

...

NEED to kill her.

Ugh.

I need to think.

Will write more, later.

11:50 pm

And she is most definitely in love with me, too!

But I'm not in love with her.

Preposterous.

Ugh.

Bye.