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Title: Lady Darkness

Author: Emcee
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Summary: Tom returns to a world quite different than the one he remembers.

Author's Notes: Thanks to Pablo for the beta. Lyrics in the
chapter title from "Tommy Can You Hear Me?" by Peter Townshend
Disclaimer: "Harry Potter" and the characters, places and things related
to it do not belong to me. They are from the brilliant mind of JK Rowling. They
belong to her and her publishers. I am not making any profit from this fan fiction.
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iii. Tommy can you feel me? Can I help to cheer you?

Then it came screaming back to him. Potter! Potter had sent him back into the
diary. He had stabbed him with the Basilisk fang.
But then how was he formed again? The poison had weakened himmuchmuch, he
could not even manifest in words.
The girl before him looked somehow familiar: the fiery mane spread over her
shoulders, those hardened brown eyes filled with a mix of determination and
adoration. Could it be--?
He finally found his voice, "Little one? Is that you?"
"Yes." Tears slid down Ginny's freckled cheeks. "Be careful, Tom. You're weak."
Tom put a hand to his forehead, the memories swirling in his mind. Why was
Ginny smiling through tears at him? Why was he even here? Why did he feel so
terrible? "Forgive me if I am mistaken. My mind is a bit hazy. Did I not try
to kill you the last time we met?"
Ginny wiped her tears away. Tom wasn't mistaken: she was looking at him in
awe. "Well, yes, you did. But I don't think we should let that ruin our relationship."
Tom crossed his arms over his chest, cocking his head as he surveyed Ginny.
"When one is nearly killed it is not standard practice to say 'no hard feelings'."
Shrugging, Ginny gave him a smile that Tom could only describe as coquettish.
She batted her eyelashes at him. "Few things I do these days are standard practice.
All thanks to you. You shook me to my core."
Tom raked his eyes over Ginny's form. She had grown quite a bit since he last
saw her unconscious on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets. If he guess right--
and he was always right-- there was only a few months' gap in their ages now.
He smirked. "I bet you say that to all the boys, little one."
He looked down at himself. He was washed out, slightly fuzzy around the edges.
"I must say, all of this is a surprise. A pleasant one, mind, but a surprise
none the less." He looked over at the body spread out on the floor. "What's
that?"
"I needed blood to give you shape. Just taking energy from someone wasn't
enough to bring you out. Harry really bollockshinghings up with the poison."
Ginny toed the body carefully. "He is dead, isn't he?"
Tom nodded, impassively watching the tableau. "It appears so from here. Is
he your first?"
Ginny nodded, kneeling down beside the corpse. Tom stepped closer. "You knew
him?"
Nodding, Ginny brushed the corpse's hair off of his face. "He was the father
of a fr-- someone I know." She stood back up. "I've orphaned Luna." She looked
at the ceg, ag, appearing to be working out the information in her head.
"Does that bother you?" Tom had never witnessed someone processing their first
murder. Of course, the only person he knew who had killed someone was himself.
After a long moment, Ginny shook her head. "Not really. I was just wondering
if Luna would cry."
"They always cry," Tom replied. He reached out to touch Ginny's shoulder.
There was a heady sensation in his gut as his fingers passed through her. Ginny shudshuddered and turned to him. Tom locked eyes with her. "Do not think me ungrateful,
but why did you bring me back, little one?"
Suddenly, it hit him. He looked around frantically, trying to find where Potter
was hiding. He pointed an accusatory finger at Ginny. "This is a trap! You and
your little boyfriend Potter are doing something!"
Ginny clutched her stomach. "Ugh... I'm sorry. Thought I might throw up. Just
hearing Potter called my boyfriend..." She shuddered. "This isn't a trap. Believe
me, the last thing Harry wants is for you to be brought back. I brought you
back because a light like yours should not be hidden from the world."
Tom narrowed his eyes to slits. "What are you playing at?"
"Take your rightful place as Dark Lord, Tom," Ginny cooed. She brought her
hand to his cheek, skirting the blurred edge of his incorporeal form. "Claim
what is yours. And if I am to be rewarded for remaining loyal, even after you
almost killed me... So be it."
"There is something you are not telling me, little one." Tom chuckled. Ginny
was never able to keep anything from him. "Why did you bring me back?"
Ginny pulled her hand away, her eyes downcast. Gone was the sexually charged
routine she had been putting on for his benefit. She now looked small, innocent
and ripe for the taking. "I love you. When you were in me, my life changed.
I knew I would not be complete without you."
Tom's smirk grew. Few women had been able to resist his charms when he had
been alive. He was surprised that attempted murder wasn't enough to deter Ginny's
feelings for him. He had to admit, he liked the changes in Ginny the years had
wrought. "Now we're at the heart of the matter. You do knowillwill not be sending
you mushy letters and going home to meet your parents? I'm sure Dumbledore and
Potter told you what I am-- Who I am."
Ginny looked up at him again, her eyes still filled with that unwavering admiration.
"Whatever you are, that's what I want."
Tom looked at his fuzzy hand again. "So how do we make me corporeal? I can
hardly strike fear in the hearts of my enemies while in this condition."
"Use me," Ginny whispered, "as your vessel."
Arching a brow, Tom let out a snort. "Now, little one... I know you love me,
but really... Willing to die for me so quickly?"
"No!" Ginny threw a hand over her mouth, her ears going red. "I mean, yes.
I am always willing to die for you. But you can use me to draw energy from others.
You'll need more than one person. As I said before, the Basilisk poison has
weakened you considerably. But it does come with one advantage. I think the
Basilisk poison is de yde you now, part of your body. The essence of the diary
is still inside me. You can allow me the ability to harness the poison, just
as you allowed me the ability to use Parseltongue. I will pass the poison to
others and as the poison takes over their body, it will filter out their life
force. Then you can take it."
Tom nodded slowly. He could indeed feel changes within himself. He was not
the same man he had been before. Perhaps Potter inadvertently did him a favour.
"Little one, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a Ravenclaw." He
sighed, moving closer to Ginny. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Of course,
if it doesn't work I will drain every bit of energy from your body and leave
you dead in a ditch."
A satisfying squeak of fear escaped the girl. "I'm pretty sure it will work."
"Well then." Tom angled his head so hiuth uth was millimetres for hers. "Let's
give it a try."
Kissing in his incorporeal form was one of the oddest sensations Tom had ever
experienced. While he was aware of the location of her lips, he could not feel
them. He was sure the sensation was just as peculiar to her. Of course, Ginny's
comfort was no worry to him. All that mattered was that he became whole again.
When he pulled away, he could see the changes. Ginny's lips, once a sweet
pink, had turned cherry red. Her eyes were shut, her cheeks furious with blush.
"Was that your first kiss, little one?"
Ginny's eyes fluttered open. "The first one that mattered."
Tom nodded. "All right. Now you go out and try out this ability on someone.
Make sure they're strong. A man. A wizard. I don't want any shoddy energy in
my body. Try to make it from different area than this. Dispose of the body.
We don't want let people in on the game too early, do we? Then you will come
back here, if I'm feeling different, I won't kill you." He smiled brightly at
Ginny. "How does that sound?"
Ginny's euphoria over the kiss quite obviously deflats hes her shoulders sank
and her smile faded. "You're not coming with me? Can't you just make yourself
invisible and watch me? Like you did when I ordered the Basilisk to kill the
Mudbloods?"
If he had a solid hand, he would have struck the insolent girl. He was not
to be questioned. "My condition appears to be quite different than last time.
Now mind me."
Ginny nodded, licking her darkened lips. "All right." She took a large breath,
puffing her t out out. Tom took a quick moment to admire the action. Time could
really do wonders with a little sprog. He might even have to stop calling her
'little one'.
After Ginny had left, Tom looked around, his lip curling in a sneer. Where
in the hell had Ginny chosen to resurrect him? It looked like it was condemned.
He moved through the kitchen, feeling something strange inside him... Fondness
for the wreck?
This was Ginny's home. He had never actually seen it, but he knew it in his--
no, that couldn't be his heart. There was nothing in there.
Whatever this feeling was, Tom didn't like it. He didn't like things he didn't
understand. Things he didn't understand were utterly wrong.
Yet still he was compelled to explore the debris. As he examined the scattered
artefacts, the feeling grew.
He paused, shutting his eyes. He would just stand still and wait for Ginny
to get back. Everything would be fine if he just didn't look at the place.
An hour into his resolve, Tom shivered as something took him over. It rushed
through him. He fell forward, gripping the table to steady himself.
He was able toch tch the table. He had form again. Well, it appeared Ginny
was right in her theory. He had to admit, he was glad. Considering how loyal
Ginny was, it wouldn't do to kill her right away. She could still have her uses.
Only a minute had passed whenny nny tumbled out of the fire. She covered her
head, as if afraid the building would collapse on top of her. "Tom?" She got
herself up off the floor. "It worked, didn't it?"
Tom nodded, holding out it hand. "You did well, little one."
Ginny reached out, her hand trembling. Tom took it, threading their fingers.
Ginny's flesh felt hot against his.
"You're cold," Ginny commented, staring at their joined hands.
Tom brushed a bit of soot of her nose. Every sensation was a joy, reminding
him how close he was to being human again. "I will need more. You've served
me well enough for today. What did you do with the body?"
"I left him in an alley. Someone will think a dissatisfied customer killed
him. It was Mr. Borgin."
Tom nodded. So Mr. Bogin was still peddling his dark materials fifty years
later? He supposed he wasn't peddling them now, thanks to Ginny.
"I think--" Ginny tightened her grip on Tom's cool hand. "--since this place
is falling apart, and Borgin and Burkes has lots of fun things for us to exploit
and it is closer to where I'm staying... Maybe you could stay there? Put the
closed sign on the shop and just enjoy all of Borgin's marvellous toys?"
"Perfect," Tom snapped, before he even realised what he was saying. He just
knew he wanted to be away from this place and the feelings it was stirring up.
He looked around the house one last time as Ginny led him towards the fire.
"What did happen here? Your family may be a bunch of bloodtraitors, but you
gave me the impression they were fairly innocuous. Who did you cross?"
Ginny paused, shutting her eyes. "Dammit. I knew I forgot to tell you something."
****
It took two hours for Ginny to explain the whole story to Tom after they took
the floo to Borgin and Burkes.
He was pacing the floor, his jaw firmly set. His hands were clenched behind
his back. He paused mid-step, turning to face Ginny. "My elder self. Resurrected."
Ginny nodded, wringing her hands together. The situation she had perfect control
of had immediately ceased being in her control the moment Tom was resurrected.
She couldn't predict a single one of his reactions. "Two years ago now. There
was a big resurrection ceremony, with blood and a bone and a severed hand...
I understand it was quite the event."
Tom began to pace anew. After another minute, he stopped again. He stroked
his chin. "Two years and he still hasn't managed to kill Potter?"
"He's very well protected." Ginny gave a nod, going over the members of the
Order of the Phoenix versus the Death Eaters in her head. "And I don't know
how loyal Voldemort's followers are. I think if someone else were to appear
more powerful they'd leave him--" she snapped her fingers. "--like that."
Tom furrowed his brow. "If he is around, why did you bring me back?"
Ginny felt her heart flutter in her chest. She could feel his eyes upon her
and it made her quake. Had he always been this commanding? "You may be him,
but he's not you." She winced. That had to be the dumbest thing anyone could
say. "It made sense in my head."
She put a hand to her chest as Tom's look softened with a smile. "Do not get
me wrong, little one. I am grateful to be resurrected, even with this unusual
addendum. But this does makes things much more difficult."
Tom sat down beside her, taking her hand. "I doubt my elder will be very happy
to know I am around."
"Why do you think that?" Ginny asked, lacing her fingers with Tom's. "Isn't
two of you more dangerous?"
"If I were him--" It was now Tom's turn to wince. "He will see me as competition.
He has forty years experience on me, not to mention an army-- regardless of
loyalty, that is still quite an obstacle. As valuable as you have proven yourself
thus far, little one, those odds are not good."
Ginny nodded. "I understand."
"We will try not to worry about that for now." Tom smiled at Ginny, stroking
her cheek with his thumb. "For now, we will lay low. You will keep draining
people for me until I am fully alive. I will work on building my power and planning
our next course of action. Until then, I suggest you go about your routine.
Is your family expecting you?"
Nodding, Ginny got up. "They are. Mum'll be going spare. She doesn't like
me being out so late." She then rethought the statement. "Or really, at all."
Tom stood up, clasping Ginny's shoulders. "Do not let them suspect anything
is different. I will be contact you when I need you."
"How?" Ginny asked.
I have my ways, little one. Tom's voice filled her head. She gasped.
Tom simply leaned in, pressing his icy lips to her forehead. "Go now. I promise
we'll see each other again soon."
As Ginny left the shop, she felt her knees go weak. Had she really done it?
Or had this day been a wonderful dream?
If it were, she hoped she never woke up.
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