Chapter 6-You belong to me!
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Chapter 6-You belong to me!
Voldemort was walking down a dark corridor, with a smile on his
face.
In his hand was a small silver key, on a chain, that he kept
balancing back and forth.
He came to a halt in front of a very old looking wooden door, and
used the key to open it.
Behind the door, was a small room, with no windows or openings. The
walls were made of stone, and had a few paintings on them. He
looked around the room.
The small fireplace had a cozy fire burning, and it was the only
thing that light the room.
He looked around the room, and his eyes fixed on a large bed,
opposite to the fireplace. On the bed was the small shape of a girl,
sleeping quietly.
He approached the bed and sat down next to the girl. Her long hair
was spread along the sheets, in a way that reminded him of rivers of
blood.
Her pale face rested on the pillow.
How sweet,-he thought- so innocent looking. If people knew...
Gently, he passed his fingers through her hair.
How he had longed to do this. The sensation was amazing. It was as
if her hair wanted to unite with his hand. Sparkles went through his
skin and a warm sensation enveloped him.
He had predicted this off course. There was a part of him in her,
calling out to it's master. And there was a part of her in him, that
was calling out to her.
The exchange of magical energies was so powerful that they
completed each other now.
And if he was right, her magical power was quite astonishing.
He passed his fingers once more through her hair.
So much was hidden inside this fragile looking girl! So much power! And now it was his.
He would take his time to turn her to his side. She was loyal to that
idiot Dumbledore. He would have to start by breaking her belief in
her family. And then, slowly, he would turn her mind and her
heart to him.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
‘Come in.’-he said mildly irritated. He didn’t like to be
interrupted during such private moments.
A dark haired woman came in to the room, holding a copy of the Daily
Prophet.
‘Forgive me My Lord. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but you said that you
would like to see the Prophet as soon as the news came out.’-she
said in an apprehensive voice.
‘It’s allrigth Anna. She’s still asleep.’
The woman handed him the newspaper, and walked to the other side of
the bed, to look at the sleeping girl.
‘She so cute!’- she said in a mellow voice.’ But a bit frail don’t
you think?’
‘Traveling through the portal can be exhausting if you’re not
prepared. She’s not the only one who fainted traveling through
it.’-he answered, never taking his eyes off the newspaper.
‘Well, Pettigrew isn’t exactly a strong man is he?!’-she said
chuckling.
She lifted the blanket and took a peek at her clothes.
‘Tsk, tsk, tsk. Muggle clothes! Well we can’t have that, can
we?!’-she said with a look of disapproval. With a swish of her wand
she transformed the muggle clothes in a simple black wizard robe.
‘There! Much better!’-she said pleased with herself.
‘You may go.’- he said still reading the Prophet.
The woman left, and he sat on the chair by the fire.
Nothing to do now but to wait for her to wake up…
******************************************************
Ginny woke up feeling slightly dizzy. She wondered for a moment were
she was, and the past events came to her memory…
Oh, she was in trouble now!
Tom Riddle was real. She was starting to panic now as she
remembered everything that had occurred at the ministry.
Well she wasn’t at the ministry now… In fact she had no idea where
she was.
The room she was in had no windows or openings of any sort except
for the door.
The only light in the room came from the fireplace, and it gave the
room a strange scaring glow. The room was small, but somewhat cozy.
Besides the bed was a small closet, there were two armchairs by the
fireplace and a small table between them with one cup and a crystal
jar.
She didn’t know what to do next. She just sat on the bed thinking
that the world had crashed on her.
Tom Riddle was real!!! REAL!!!
This was so not true!!!
Ok, get a grip girl.-she thought-no use in panicking right now.
Ginny got up from the bed and started walking through the room.
She noticed something hidden from view because of the closet.
On the other side of the closet was a mannequin with a dress.
Something caught Ginny’s attention in the dress. It had a silver
snake all around the neckline that made it look very creepy.
Upon a closer look she noticed that the snake was not a part of the
dress, but a necklace. It had a strange glow on it.
She touched the snake’s body. It's head rose up and stared at her and
then made a noise with its tongue.
She immediately removed her hand and gave a little shout with
fright.
And then, a voice came from behind her that made her even more
frightened.
‘Do you like it?’
She knew that voice!
No! This was too much! This was more than she could handle!
She turned around and looked at the place from were the voice came
from. At the table by the fire was now a second cup besides the
jar, and a hand was resting on the armchair beside it.
‘Come closer.’-the voice said gently. Ginny didn’t know if she
should obey. She was way in over her head.
Even if she wanted to move, her body wouldn’t obey. She was frozen
to the spot.
‘I said come closer!’-the voice said, this time with a bit of
amusement.
She had no choice but to comply. There was nowhere she could run to…
Gathering every bit of courage she could muster, she made her way to
the fireplace.
Sitting on the chair, looking rested and relaxed, was none other
then Tom Riddle.
‘Sit!’-he ordered. Ginny hesitated but obeyed. She sat on the chair
without taking her eyes off of him. He was looking at the fireplace
as though he was fascinated by it. At his feet, on the other side
of his chair, was a copy of the Daily Prophet, with the head line
“Horror at the Ministry!”, and a big picture of the dark mark
hovering over London.
She looked at her feet, and noticed for the first time that she was
not wearing her muggle jeans. She was wearing simple black robes.
Then she looked back at him. He was staring at the fireplace in an
unnerving way.
She tried to make some sense off the whole situation, but there was
something that wouldn’t fit.
Tom was in the diary. The diary was destroyed. The death Eaters
followed Voldemort, not Tom. So why was Tom Riddle commanding the
Death Eaters, and what happened to Voldemort?
She looked at him again, and noticed a small scar on the side of his
neck.
As if sensing her look on him he looked up at her. She quickly
diverted her eyes from him. She didn’t want to be found staring at
him.
The silence was getting on her nerves.
‘You didn’t answer my question…’ -she looked up at Tom, who was now
staring at her with a smile on his lips.
‘Huh?’-she said surprised.
‘I asked you if you liked my gifts.’-he said. Ginny wondered what he
was finding so amusing.
‘What gifts?’-she said in a low and a bit scared tone. It seemed
like her voice couldn’t go any louder.
He smiled and got up making Ginny jump and almost fall from her
chair. He chuckled and she realized what he was finding so amusing.
He was enjoying her fear of him.
She turned around in her chair, and followed him with her eyes. He
grabbed the snake from the manniquin, and petted it as though it was
a real snake. Then, he turned to her and showed her the small
necklace.
‘It’s just a small welcome gift.’-he said as he began to put the
necklace around her neck.
She froze with fear as he placed the snake around her neck. The
snake circled her neck, bit it's own tail and remained motionless.
Then he pulled her hair out from the necklace and stepped back to
admire it.
Ginny remained quiet while he did this, but then realization of what he
had said came to her mind, and she blurted out.
‘Welcome gift?! Welcome to what?’-she almost shouted with panic.
Surely he wasn’t expecting for her to join him.
As if reading her thoughts he gave her a condescended smile.
‘To your new home, off course.’
‘New home?! What makes you think I’m going to stay?’
He smiled even wider.
‘What makes you think you’re going to leave?’
She shook at that answer, but she wasn’t ready to admit defeat. If
she was indeed stuck in here with him, them she might as well know
why.
‘Why?’-she asked feeling like she had a right to know why he had
been chasing her, the whole holydays.
It was his turn to look puzzled.
‘Why what?’-he said as he sat down on his chair, never taking his
eyes off of her.
‘Why did you bring me here? Why are you doing this to me?’-she asked
getting a little more courage with each question.
‘All you wanted from me in my first year was my soul, so you could
get out of the diary. Well you’re out of the diary now, so I don’t see
why you keep chasing me around!’-she ended her sentence almost in a
shout, immediately regretting afterwards.
Tom Riddle was not someone you should shout at.
He chuckled, looking amused with her outburst.
‘So many questions… Well I guess that you have a right to be
curious.’
`I brought you here because I want to be near you. I want to be with
you.’-he said getting up from his chair, and walking towards her.
Ginny shrank in her chair.
‘Well you told me that before. When you were in the diary. I was dumb to believe it then, but I’m not believing it now!’
‘Why not? Did I ever lie to you? Everything I said to you then was
true. I could have killed you, and yet I didn’t.’-as he was talking
he was coming closer and closer to Ginny, surveying her like a bird
of prey. He touched her lightly on the shoulder and walked around her
chair.
‘You know I never lied to you. And what I said back then stays true
until now. Do you remember what I said in the chamber?’
Ginny was frozen to her seat. Tom's touch was sending sparkles
through her skin. She was scared of him. And yet, a part of her was
enjoying the touch.
‘Do you remember?’-he repeated.
‘You said that… that you’ll never let me go.’
He completed his walk around the chair, and was now standing right
in front of her. He passed a hand by her cheek. A gentle touch that
sent shivers down her spine. Then his hand rested on her chin that
he seized lightly. And to Ginny’s dismay he lowered his head towards
her lips.
‘I wasn’t lying. I'll never let you go.’-he said in a whisper as his
lips came closer and closer to hers.
She was feeling very light headed, as though she was in a trance.
Everything around her was foggy and distant. All that mattered now
was him. His eyes. His lips, that were so close to her mouth now.
‘You belong to me.’
But just seconds before he actually kissed her, a voice came from the
fireplace, and scared them both.
Tom looked around at the fire, and Ginny felt as she had just woken
up.
What was she doing!!! She was going to kiss him!!! Her heart, that
was so steady a few seconds ago, was now racing in her chest. She
almost kissed him!!! He was charming her to kiss him!
The nerd!!!
But then again, he didn’t look to happy now.
Whoever it was in the fireplace was going to get it.
‘Master… I’m sorry to disturb you…’
‘Didn’t I say that I didn’t want to be disturbed?’-he said with
barely contained anger in his voice.
‘Yes master, but this is urgent!’-the voice was high pitched and
nervous. She couldn’t see the person, because Tom was in the way.
‘And what could be so urgent, that you would interrupt me when I
specifically said that I didn’t want to be interrupted?’
The person in the fireplace must have showed something to him,
because when he turned to her he was looking furious.
‘I’ll be back in a wile.’
And he left the room.
As soon as the sound of his footsteps died out, she jumped to her
feet and ran to the door. It was locked as she expected. She wasn’t
getting away that easily.
She looked around the room and began to search it. Her wand was
nowhere to be found. She opened the closet to see what was there, and
much to her dismay it was filled with wizard robes. His wizard
robes…
This was his room!
After a short search, she came to the conclusion that there was no
way out of the room.
There was nothing left to do but wait.
*******************************************************
A strange sound woke her up.
She didn’t know what it was. It came from somewhere behind her.
She got up from the chair and looked at the door. It was ajar. She
didn’t stop to think and took a peek of the corridor. It was a
dungeon like place, no windows and very little light.
A sound from the end of the corridor startled her. There was someone
there. And it seemed that the person was running away from her.
She followed as silently as she could… The corridors were long and
cold. She pulled her robes more tightly around herself, and her
fingers touched the snake necklace.
She had forgotten the snake! Maybe he would know were she was with
it.
She grabbed the snake, pulled it out of her neck and threw it on
the floor.
Welcome gift! As if!
She kept following the mysterious shadow. It seemed to be guiding
her through the dungeon, and at last it went through a door.
Ginny hesitated for a moment, and then peeked in to the room.
It was a small room with a fireplace and a few work tables.
The fireplace was lit, but the room seemed empty. She walked in,
feeling watched, and noticed a pot resting on one of the tables. She
picked it up not believing her luck. It was filled with floo powder.
She looked around but no one was there.
‘Thank you… whoever you are…’-she said to the empty room.
And then in a familiar gesture she threw the powder in to the fire,
and with her heart racing she stepped in.
‘The Burrow!’
And in the rush of green flames her mind was singing-I’m going
home!!!
Chapter 6-You belong to me!
Voldemort was walking down a dark corridor, with a smile on his
face.
In his hand was a small silver key, on a chain, that he kept
balancing back and forth.
He came to a halt in front of a very old looking wooden door, and
used the key to open it.
Behind the door, was a small room, with no windows or openings. The
walls were made of stone, and had a few paintings on them. He
looked around the room.
The small fireplace had a cozy fire burning, and it was the only
thing that light the room.
He looked around the room, and his eyes fixed on a large bed,
opposite to the fireplace. On the bed was the small shape of a girl,
sleeping quietly.
He approached the bed and sat down next to the girl. Her long hair
was spread along the sheets, in a way that reminded him of rivers of
blood.
Her pale face rested on the pillow.
How sweet,-he thought- so innocent looking. If people knew...
Gently, he passed his fingers through her hair.
How he had longed to do this. The sensation was amazing. It was as
if her hair wanted to unite with his hand. Sparkles went through his
skin and a warm sensation enveloped him.
He had predicted this off course. There was a part of him in her,
calling out to it's master. And there was a part of her in him, that
was calling out to her.
The exchange of magical energies was so powerful that they
completed each other now.
And if he was right, her magical power was quite astonishing.
He passed his fingers once more through her hair.
So much was hidden inside this fragile looking girl! So much power! And now it was his.
He would take his time to turn her to his side. She was loyal to that
idiot Dumbledore. He would have to start by breaking her belief in
her family. And then, slowly, he would turn her mind and her
heart to him.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
‘Come in.’-he said mildly irritated. He didn’t like to be
interrupted during such private moments.
A dark haired woman came in to the room, holding a copy of the Daily
Prophet.
‘Forgive me My Lord. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but you said that you
would like to see the Prophet as soon as the news came out.’-she
said in an apprehensive voice.
‘It’s allrigth Anna. She’s still asleep.’
The woman handed him the newspaper, and walked to the other side of
the bed, to look at the sleeping girl.
‘She so cute!’- she said in a mellow voice.’ But a bit frail don’t
you think?’
‘Traveling through the portal can be exhausting if you’re not
prepared. She’s not the only one who fainted traveling through
it.’-he answered, never taking his eyes off the newspaper.
‘Well, Pettigrew isn’t exactly a strong man is he?!’-she said
chuckling.
She lifted the blanket and took a peek at her clothes.
‘Tsk, tsk, tsk. Muggle clothes! Well we can’t have that, can
we?!’-she said with a look of disapproval. With a swish of her wand
she transformed the muggle clothes in a simple black wizard robe.
‘There! Much better!’-she said pleased with herself.
‘You may go.’- he said still reading the Prophet.
The woman left, and he sat on the chair by the fire.
Nothing to do now but to wait for her to wake up…
******************************************************
Ginny woke up feeling slightly dizzy. She wondered for a moment were
she was, and the past events came to her memory…
Oh, she was in trouble now!
Tom Riddle was real. She was starting to panic now as she
remembered everything that had occurred at the ministry.
Well she wasn’t at the ministry now… In fact she had no idea where
she was.
The room she was in had no windows or openings of any sort except
for the door.
The only light in the room came from the fireplace, and it gave the
room a strange scaring glow. The room was small, but somewhat cozy.
Besides the bed was a small closet, there were two armchairs by the
fireplace and a small table between them with one cup and a crystal
jar.
She didn’t know what to do next. She just sat on the bed thinking
that the world had crashed on her.
Tom Riddle was real!!! REAL!!!
This was so not true!!!
Ok, get a grip girl.-she thought-no use in panicking right now.
Ginny got up from the bed and started walking through the room.
She noticed something hidden from view because of the closet.
On the other side of the closet was a mannequin with a dress.
Something caught Ginny’s attention in the dress. It had a silver
snake all around the neckline that made it look very creepy.
Upon a closer look she noticed that the snake was not a part of the
dress, but a necklace. It had a strange glow on it.
She touched the snake’s body. It's head rose up and stared at her and
then made a noise with its tongue.
She immediately removed her hand and gave a little shout with
fright.
And then, a voice came from behind her that made her even more
frightened.
‘Do you like it?’
She knew that voice!
No! This was too much! This was more than she could handle!
She turned around and looked at the place from were the voice came
from. At the table by the fire was now a second cup besides the
jar, and a hand was resting on the armchair beside it.
‘Come closer.’-the voice said gently. Ginny didn’t know if she
should obey. She was way in over her head.
Even if she wanted to move, her body wouldn’t obey. She was frozen
to the spot.
‘I said come closer!’-the voice said, this time with a bit of
amusement.
She had no choice but to comply. There was nowhere she could run to…
Gathering every bit of courage she could muster, she made her way to
the fireplace.
Sitting on the chair, looking rested and relaxed, was none other
then Tom Riddle.
‘Sit!’-he ordered. Ginny hesitated but obeyed. She sat on the chair
without taking her eyes off of him. He was looking at the fireplace
as though he was fascinated by it. At his feet, on the other side
of his chair, was a copy of the Daily Prophet, with the head line
“Horror at the Ministry!”, and a big picture of the dark mark
hovering over London.
She looked at her feet, and noticed for the first time that she was
not wearing her muggle jeans. She was wearing simple black robes.
Then she looked back at him. He was staring at the fireplace in an
unnerving way.
She tried to make some sense off the whole situation, but there was
something that wouldn’t fit.
Tom was in the diary. The diary was destroyed. The death Eaters
followed Voldemort, not Tom. So why was Tom Riddle commanding the
Death Eaters, and what happened to Voldemort?
She looked at him again, and noticed a small scar on the side of his
neck.
As if sensing her look on him he looked up at her. She quickly
diverted her eyes from him. She didn’t want to be found staring at
him.
The silence was getting on her nerves.
‘You didn’t answer my question…’ -she looked up at Tom, who was now
staring at her with a smile on his lips.
‘Huh?’-she said surprised.
‘I asked you if you liked my gifts.’-he said. Ginny wondered what he
was finding so amusing.
‘What gifts?’-she said in a low and a bit scared tone. It seemed
like her voice couldn’t go any louder.
He smiled and got up making Ginny jump and almost fall from her
chair. He chuckled and she realized what he was finding so amusing.
He was enjoying her fear of him.
She turned around in her chair, and followed him with her eyes. He
grabbed the snake from the manniquin, and petted it as though it was
a real snake. Then, he turned to her and showed her the small
necklace.
‘It’s just a small welcome gift.’-he said as he began to put the
necklace around her neck.
She froze with fear as he placed the snake around her neck. The
snake circled her neck, bit it's own tail and remained motionless.
Then he pulled her hair out from the necklace and stepped back to
admire it.
Ginny remained quiet while he did this, but then realization of what he
had said came to her mind, and she blurted out.
‘Welcome gift?! Welcome to what?’-she almost shouted with panic.
Surely he wasn’t expecting for her to join him.
As if reading her thoughts he gave her a condescended smile.
‘To your new home, off course.’
‘New home?! What makes you think I’m going to stay?’
He smiled even wider.
‘What makes you think you’re going to leave?’
She shook at that answer, but she wasn’t ready to admit defeat. If
she was indeed stuck in here with him, them she might as well know
why.
‘Why?’-she asked feeling like she had a right to know why he had
been chasing her, the whole holydays.
It was his turn to look puzzled.
‘Why what?’-he said as he sat down on his chair, never taking his
eyes off of her.
‘Why did you bring me here? Why are you doing this to me?’-she asked
getting a little more courage with each question.
‘All you wanted from me in my first year was my soul, so you could
get out of the diary. Well you’re out of the diary now, so I don’t see
why you keep chasing me around!’-she ended her sentence almost in a
shout, immediately regretting afterwards.
Tom Riddle was not someone you should shout at.
He chuckled, looking amused with her outburst.
‘So many questions… Well I guess that you have a right to be
curious.’
`I brought you here because I want to be near you. I want to be with
you.’-he said getting up from his chair, and walking towards her.
Ginny shrank in her chair.
‘Well you told me that before. When you were in the diary. I was dumb to believe it then, but I’m not believing it now!’
‘Why not? Did I ever lie to you? Everything I said to you then was
true. I could have killed you, and yet I didn’t.’-as he was talking
he was coming closer and closer to Ginny, surveying her like a bird
of prey. He touched her lightly on the shoulder and walked around her
chair.
‘You know I never lied to you. And what I said back then stays true
until now. Do you remember what I said in the chamber?’
Ginny was frozen to her seat. Tom's touch was sending sparkles
through her skin. She was scared of him. And yet, a part of her was
enjoying the touch.
‘Do you remember?’-he repeated.
‘You said that… that you’ll never let me go.’
He completed his walk around the chair, and was now standing right
in front of her. He passed a hand by her cheek. A gentle touch that
sent shivers down her spine. Then his hand rested on her chin that
he seized lightly. And to Ginny’s dismay he lowered his head towards
her lips.
‘I wasn’t lying. I'll never let you go.’-he said in a whisper as his
lips came closer and closer to hers.
She was feeling very light headed, as though she was in a trance.
Everything around her was foggy and distant. All that mattered now
was him. His eyes. His lips, that were so close to her mouth now.
‘You belong to me.’
But just seconds before he actually kissed her, a voice came from the
fireplace, and scared them both.
Tom looked around at the fire, and Ginny felt as she had just woken
up.
What was she doing!!! She was going to kiss him!!! Her heart, that
was so steady a few seconds ago, was now racing in her chest. She
almost kissed him!!! He was charming her to kiss him!
The nerd!!!
But then again, he didn’t look to happy now.
Whoever it was in the fireplace was going to get it.
‘Master… I’m sorry to disturb you…’
‘Didn’t I say that I didn’t want to be disturbed?’-he said with
barely contained anger in his voice.
‘Yes master, but this is urgent!’-the voice was high pitched and
nervous. She couldn’t see the person, because Tom was in the way.
‘And what could be so urgent, that you would interrupt me when I
specifically said that I didn’t want to be interrupted?’
The person in the fireplace must have showed something to him,
because when he turned to her he was looking furious.
‘I’ll be back in a wile.’
And he left the room.
As soon as the sound of his footsteps died out, she jumped to her
feet and ran to the door. It was locked as she expected. She wasn’t
getting away that easily.
She looked around the room and began to search it. Her wand was
nowhere to be found. She opened the closet to see what was there, and
much to her dismay it was filled with wizard robes. His wizard
robes…
This was his room!
After a short search, she came to the conclusion that there was no
way out of the room.
There was nothing left to do but wait.
*******************************************************
A strange sound woke her up.
She didn’t know what it was. It came from somewhere behind her.
She got up from the chair and looked at the door. It was ajar. She
didn’t stop to think and took a peek of the corridor. It was a
dungeon like place, no windows and very little light.
A sound from the end of the corridor startled her. There was someone
there. And it seemed that the person was running away from her.
She followed as silently as she could… The corridors were long and
cold. She pulled her robes more tightly around herself, and her
fingers touched the snake necklace.
She had forgotten the snake! Maybe he would know were she was with
it.
She grabbed the snake, pulled it out of her neck and threw it on
the floor.
Welcome gift! As if!
She kept following the mysterious shadow. It seemed to be guiding
her through the dungeon, and at last it went through a door.
Ginny hesitated for a moment, and then peeked in to the room.
It was a small room with a fireplace and a few work tables.
The fireplace was lit, but the room seemed empty. She walked in,
feeling watched, and noticed a pot resting on one of the tables. She
picked it up not believing her luck. It was filled with floo powder.
She looked around but no one was there.
‘Thank you… whoever you are…’-she said to the empty room.
And then in a familiar gesture she threw the powder in to the fire,
and with her heart racing she stepped in.
‘The Burrow!’
And in the rush of green flames her mind was singing-I’m going
home!!!