Okay folks the first thing you need to know is I have changed the episode of The Witch and moved it into the beginning of second season. Besides that everything is basically cannon, up until now of course. Secondly if you do not like the idea of a Buffy/Tom story don't read it. I'm not forcing you too.

Special thanks to Spikelissa

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Chapter 1

"You ungrateful little brat," Catherine snarled stalking closer to a trembling Amy.

"Mom, please!" Amy said holding the fire axe up as protection.

Buffy who had been knocked out unconscious from Catherine a few moments earlier opened her eyes in time to see Catherine hold out her hand and the axe fly into her waiting grip.

"How dare you raise your hand to your mother?" Catherine screeched. "I gave you birth. I gave up my life so you could drag that worthless carcass around and call it living?" Catherine raised the axe high over her head, "You've never been anything but trouble. I'm going to put you where you can't make trouble again!"

Buffy jumped to her feet when she watched Catherine's attempt to swing the axe at her daughter, reaching her hand out at the last second to stop it. She yanked it from the stunned women's hand, "Guess what?" Buffy said as Catherine's wide disbelieving eyes turned towards her, "I feel better," she punched Catherine and sent her flying onto the lab table and rolling off into the shelves full of bottles behind her.

Catherine quickly recovered and jumped to her feet. "That body was mine! Mine!" She screams.

"Oh, grow up," Buffy snarled before Catherine used her powers to force Buffy into the wall behind her and pin her there. Buffy tried desperately to escape as Catherine began to wield a spell that would take care of the girl once and for all. She raised pitch black eyes to Buffy and grinned, "I shall look upon my enemy, and the Dark Lord shall have her." She extended her arms towards Buffy, "Take her Salazar Slytherin!"

Right before the purple energy hit her all Buffy could think was oh shit.

He had been looking for the Chamber of Secrets for five long years, and now he had finally found it. He trembled in anticipation as he made his way down the staircase; he could not wait to rid this school of the filthy Mudbloods that plagued it. As he entered the chamber he did not have time to take in the vast beauty of the chamber because at the end near a great statue lay a girl. His breath caught in his throat at the mere sight of her. She was small and fragile. He could not see her face but from what he could see of the body, she was lovely.

He quickened his pace, so he could get a better look at her. From what he could see she had bronze skin that glowed in the small amount of light his wand and the chamber gave off. Tom noticed that she was dressed in one of the most revealing outfits he had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. Some sort of yellow sweater with a deep red skirt that was trimmed with yellow at the bottom, he could also see her undergarments matched the skirt, and he had to suppress a groan.

Buffy groaned as she swam toward wakefulness, rolling over on her back, she immediately brought her hand up to her head. "Guh," her head was pounding. "Note to self, when the evil witch has tried to kill you, make sure when you hit her, she doesn't get up," she whined massaging her forehead.

Tom had been watching her from a distance, and he could tell she was beautiful even with her nose crinkled and a grimace on her face but what she had just said had him stunned. She had been fighting a witch; well, this was an interesting turn of events. "Well now what do we have here, and why may I ask did you take it upon yourself to do something as careless as to fight a witch?"

Buffy launched herself on her feet the next instant poised and ready for battle. The fire axe had luckily made it through with her, where ever she was. "Who's there?" She hissed into the green haze. She was frightened but she schooled her features as her eyes began to adjust, "Show yourself." She could just make out a figure as he began to walk towards her slowly.

Tom had never seen anyone move so fast without magic and the way her eyes began to scan the corridor like she was a predator looking for her pray was something that had him all together intrigued. Her eyes seemed to look in his direction as he approached, but he couldn't see her face, and that wouldn't do, "Lumos," he whispered in the darkness and the tip of his wand once again sparked to life. His breath seemed to get sucked out of him at that moment, for what he saw was not what he expected. The girl before him was not frightened as most girls would be, and she was in no way fragile as he had originally thought, but what got him the most was her eyes. They were like green fire so full of life and strength. The eyes of a true warrior, in that moment for the first time in all his life Tom wanted something other than power. He wanted her.

Buffy took in her surrounding hoping that she didn't get sent to some hell dimension. Her slayer senses were going wild telling her that there was something very bad behind her. However, she didn't turn around because she was too intent on the person or thing that was drawing near. whispered word was spoken in the chamber before it was filled with light, and she could finally take in who had spoken.

To say he was attractive would have been the understatement of the year. He was gorgeous with high cheek bones and black hair with the darkest most penetrating eyes she had ever seen. Her cheeks began to heat up, and she trembled ever so slightly. If he noticed he didn't show it. She jutted her chin out not wanting him to see anything that would make him think he had an advantage over her, "Who are you?"

He held his hands up as if to surrender and slowed his pace not wanting to frighten her or worse do something to make her attack him, "My name is Tom Riddle, and you are?"

"Buffy Summers. Where the hell are we?" She said, slowly lowering her axe.

"It's apparently a chamber inside of the school my ancestor helped to build. I have been looking for it for some time, and here I find it," he paused, "and you." He said almost as if he were excited. "Have you always been here, are you a gift?" He said with a bit of awe.

"That would be a no, and a way no!" Buffy said with a slight smile on her face as her cheeks became even redder. "I was sent here because some stupid witch was trying to relive her glory years as a high school cheerleader."

Buffy still felt that tingling in the back of her neck and whirled around, eyes locking on what looked to be a giant statue. She pointed, "There's something in there." Buffy shivered slightly at the knowledge that she would not want to meet whatever it was.

"How… how do you know?" Tom asked confused. She sounded American, so that must mean she was a muggle, but how did she get down here or to Hogwarts, for that matter, and how could she possibly feel the Basilisk? "What are you?" He asked with authority.

Buffy flipped back around and eyed Tom suspiciously lifting her axe in a defensive pose. "I'm the girl who will kill your pet," She said indicating where the Basilisk resided with her chin before hitting Tom with a piercing glare, "if you even think of releasing it. I am also the girl who will come after you and kick your ass once it's dead."

Tom's mouth hung open in shock. Normally, Tom would be furious if someone had spoken to him so disrespectfully, especially some muggle, but from the glint in her eyes and the hard edge to her voice, she was not bluffing in the least. It made him only want to possess her more and the fact that she was a muggle was hardly even a factor, which in itself was extremely disturbing. Tom raised his hands once again, "Though I will not lie and say my intentions were honorable. I will admit I have found something much more intriguing at the moment." He said all the while running his eyes down the length of Buffy's body his eyes coming back to rest on her face with a look full of lust and promises.

Buffy sucked in a breath and shivered slightly at the look he was giving her, "Don't think for a second that you're off the hook," Buffy glared, "Especially when you were going to summon a demon for god knows what."

"A demon… I believe you are mistaken; a Basilisk is not a demon. It is a monster to be sure and a deadly one at that, but not a demon"

Buffy blinked at Tom before rolling her eyes, "Whatever," she huffed. "So Tommy, since I got you here you mind telling me why you were going to release a big bad deadly amongst the populous." Buffy said raising both eyebrows.

"I wasn't, I was merely curious if I could control it."

Buffy looked at him and shook her head, "Nope." Buffy said popping the p, "I don't buy it." She began to saunter toward him, her hips swaying like serpents, eyes alight with a knowledge that a muggle should not know. She stared deep into his eyes daring him to look away. "Try again."

He swallowed hard eyes locking on her lips for the briefest of seconds before rising again to her fiery eyes. She could see right through him, he realized. She knew he was lying. It frightened him knowing that someone could see him so clearly. That no amount of charming would get him out of this. He shook his head, "You will not understand."

She cocked her head to the side and swung her hip out, foot taping, "I'm sure it will be at least a day or two before Giles figures out how to send me back. Why not make me understand?"

He should use magic on her and make her forget or any other thousands of things but his hand and mouth wouldn't work, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn't want to. For the first time in his whole entire existence, someone could see straight through his façade. It was unnerving and exciting. He found himself wanting to tell her all his darkest secrets and beg her for forgiveness for being so cruel and heartless. He was horrified at the thought. Lord Voldemort did not beg. The feeling was there, nevertheless and he found himself speaking regardless. "If you would please explain to me exactly what you are." He whispered, "I will gladly answer any questions you may have."

Buffy looked at him smiling sweetly, a hard glint in her eye that betrayed the smile. "Hi, I'm Buffy," she held out her hand in greeting, only to trick him and snatch his wand with the speed of a snake striking. She stepped out of his reach and finishing with "The Vampire Slayer."

He looked at her blankly, and Buffy had to roll her eyes. "The Chosen One, she who must hang out in cemeteries a lot, and stop World-endage." Still nothing, she sighed and looked at him annoyed for a moment before schooling her features and reciting. "In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer."

When she had finished there was a sadness there that was not there before, a yearning that she had tried very hard to keep hidden. "You do not wish for this gift, for this power?" Tom asked astonished.

"It's not a gift. It's a curse," she hissed. "Do you think I like knowing that I probably won't make it to twenty or that in the end, it always comes down to me, and if I fail people get hurt or die, and that will never change until I die," she paused, "again?" She shook her head enraged, "Your damn right, I don't wish for this. I fucking hate it." She looked to be on the verge of tears.

"Then why do you care what I do?" He asked curiously.

"Well, that's just it isn't it. If I don't then who will? As much as I don't want to care, as much as I hate this, I can't stand by and watch people get hurt. I have to try. I have to care. It's not in me to do anything less." She sighed sadly and Tom felt something strange, something he had never felt before. It was a tightening in his chest. He wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around her, tell her everything would be all right, but he didn't. Instead he found himself sitting against a pillar revealing why he was here and what he had been planning on doing.

She was incredibly furious with him to say the least, so he felt it was necessary to explain himself. He told her things he had never trusted anybody with. From the janitor and other orphans who had tormented him at the orphanage, to him discovering that his muggle father had abandoned his mother while she was pregnant.

When he told her about his time in the orphanage she had come and sat next him putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He had looked into her eyes expecting to see revulsion or pity, but once again she shocked him. He saw concern and anger that didn't seem to be directed at him.

He had explained when he had discovered his powers the only way to get anyone to leave him alone was to make them fear him. As a result that's exactly what he did. It had also been the cartelist in his plan this time as well. Scare the muggle parents into demanding their children be sent home. She had then begun to ask questions about Hogwarts and how exactly he is different from your run of the mill Wiccan or Sorcerer. He had explained that the magic he wields comes from within rather than channeling energy through the earth.

He had found himself most amused when he had let the date slip. She had become quite pale and told him she needed to sit down. He had informed her she was sitting down, and she had looked at him blankly saying only, "Oh."

He then began to question her on the year she was from and if all the women of that time dressed like her. She had become extremely red and flustered, but then stopped and got what Tom could only describe as a wicked gleam in her eye.

"If you think this is bad. You should see me in a two-piece." Buffy began to laugh hysterically at the star crossed look, he got in his eyes.

"What's so funny," Tom demanded not liking that she was poking fun at him.

Buffy soon calmed down enough to say, "You men are all alike."

He became very serious then. "We are certainly not."

It was after that he explained how he had found out who his parents were, and that he had also discovered that his father must have left his mother while she was pregnant.

"How does any kind of honorable man do that?" Tom spat, hatred tainting his voice.

Buffy found herself scooting closer and resting her head on her knee facing him. "My dad left my mom two years ago," Buffy said quietly.

Tom gave her a shocked look.

"I think he cheated. When I was there this summer he had some stupid ho-bag running around the house trying to be nice to me." Buffy snorted, "She was like only ten years older than me, and she wanted to be friends," She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I have never wanted to string someone up by the neck more in my life. I understand how you feel because in some instances, I have felt similar, but we can't take that power out of fates hand. We can't dish out judgment because of a few bad apples. You may have met some horrible people in your life, but we aren't all like that. Take my two best friends, for example, they found out what I was and wanted to help even when I told them they could get hurt. I honestly don't know what I would do without them. If it hadn't been for Xander reviving me, I wouldn't be here." She sighed remembering how just last week she had tried to push everyone away. She realized now what a mistake that would have been. I guess what I am trying to say is that if you have a chance at love and friendship grab on to it with both hands, no matter who it is. If you wallow in hate it will only destroy you." Buffy looked deeply into his eyes trying to gage if he understood her.

His face slowly softened and a sad look came into his eyes, "I don't know those things," he whispered sadly.

His look suddenly became intense, and she trembled wondering what exactly he was thinking. "But I would like to." He breathed the words like a poem before reaching his hand up to trace Buffy's lips and jaw. She closed her eyes at his soft touches that had her heart beating like a hammer.

He moved closer and her eyes snapped open when she felt his breath on her face. Her eyes were wide and imploring, and that was all the permission he needed. "Show me," he said before meeting her lips in a searing kiss, tongues dueling for dominance.

The kiss was the most passionate thing Tom had ever felt, desperate and unrestrained. The entire world seemed to fall away until there was nothing but them. She was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, and he began wondering if all of her was just as sweet. His hand slowly made its way up her thigh and he found himself groaning. Her skin was as silky as he had imagined.

They were so lost in the kiss neither of them noticed the purple energy that surrounded them nor the fact that they suddenly were not in the Chamber of Secrets but in a high school library. In fact, they didn't notice where they were until the sound of a throat was cleared.

Buffy's head shot up in shock, taking in her Watcher's very annoyed expression.

"Hey Giles," she said with a sheepish grin.