Together [HP]

Jacqueline wanted to say something more, but the fear in her heart prevented her from uttering a word. She could only watch Riddle lean down and pick up his wand when Harry was not looking.

"I'd love to talk to you, Miss Graham. But, not now. In a daze." Riddle said calmly, as if he was chatting with her.Jacqueline didn't even hum, and just collapsed.

Harry was sweating profusely, and finally lifted Ginny halfway from the ground, and he bent down to pick up his magic skill again.But the wand was gone. "Did you see..."

When he looked up, Riddle was still watching him.Fiddled with Harry's wand between his slender fingers.

"Thanks," said Harry, reaching for his wand.

Riddle's mouth curled into an odd smile.He continued to stare at Harry, fiddling with his wand absently.

"Listen," Harry said anxiously, his knees weakened by Ginny's dead weight, "we have to go! If the basilisk comes..."

"It won't come until it's called," said Riddle nonchalantly.

Harry put Ginny back on the floor, he couldn't hold her anymore.

"What do you mean," he said, "come on, give me the wand, I might need it."

Riddle's smile widened.

"You won't need it," he said.

Harry looked at him in surprise.

"What did you say, I won't..."

"Harry Potter, I've been waiting a long time," said Riddle, "hoping to see you. Talk to you."

"Well," said Harry, growing impatient, "you probably don't get my point. We're in the Chamber of Secrets now. We might as well talk about it later."

"We've got to talk now," said Riddle, still with the obvious smile on his face, pocketing Harry's wand.

Harry stared at him dumbfounded.It's just so weird what's going on here.

"How did Ginny become like this?" he asked slowly, and then he turned his head and saw Jacqueline lying on the ground. "Jacqueline!" Harry yelled, "Her, what happened to her?"

"Oh, that's an interesting question," said Riddle cheerfully. "It's a long story. As far as I can see, the real reason Ginny Weasley became like this is that she opened up to an invisible stranger and confided all her secrets."

"What are you talking about?" Harry said.

"The diary," said Riddle, "my diary. For months little Ginny has been writing in it, telling me her heart-rending troubles and sorrows: how she was made fun of by her brothers, how Not coming to school in old robes and old books, and, she thought..." Riddle's eyes twinkled slyly, "that the famous, good, great Harry Potter would never like her. .”

Riddle never took his eyes off Harry's face as he spoke.There was something almost greedy in his eyes.

"It's so tedious, listening to an eleven-year-old girl tell her childish worries," he went on, "but I patiently wrote something to answer her. I'm kind and understanding. Ginny Literally in love with me. Oh, Tom, no one understands me like you do. I'm so glad I got this diary, and I can tell you the truth, it's like having a friend that you can carry in your pocket."

Riddle let out a cold, piercing laugh that didn't sound like a sixteen-year-old's.This made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up.

"Not that I brag, Harry, I've always been able to charm people at will. So, Ginny opened up her whole soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I needed. I devoured her Deepest fears, deepest secrets, growing appetites. I grew stronger, much stronger than little Miss Weasley. Strong enough to reveal a few of my secrets to Miss Weasley, to start Opening up a little part of my soul to her too."