"Where are we going?" Flora asked in an impatient voice. "We need to go and help my sister."
"We're going to go and get a teacher." Harry replied as he continued guiding her. "We'll need the help."
"Fine, Lockhart's classroom is closest!" Flora said before she pulled her arm out of Harry's and quickly began running towards Lockhart's classroom.
"Lockhart?!" Harry repeated as if he had no idea what language she was speaking, Harry shook his head before he quickly started running after her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"My sister is in trouble and I am not waiting any longer! Lockhart is the closest bloody teacher!"
"He's an incompetent prat." Harry couldn't help but remind her.
"He can go and get the other teachers while we go down to the chamber." Flora said as they arrived outside of Lockhart's office. Harry was about to say something but before he could Flora quickly opened the door and walked in. "Professor I..." Flora paused and trailed off when she saw the sight in front of her. Harry walked in and stopped right in his tracks when he saw what Flora was looking at.
Angela was lying unconscious on Lockhart's desk, her robe on the floor next to the desk while Lockhart's hands were unbuttoning her top two shirt buttons, or at least he was until he caught sight of a gapping Flora and a pissed off looking Harry Potter who looked positively menacing and murderous, especially when Jet was on his shoulders and looking the exact same.
"N...now I know what you're thinking..." Lockhart stuttered out nervously. "...and the answer may surprise you." Lockhart finished before he quickly reached for his wand, by the time he was able to aim it at Harry and Flora he found himself cut off by a large jet of fire that burned not only his wand and wand arm but also everything from his wand to the side of his head.
Lockhart screamed in pure pain before Harry followed up with a swift kick to the balls that caused Lockhart to fall to the floor, Harry followed up with a stunner before he waved his wand to get rid of the fire. Mostly because it was really distracting, Harry followed up by stomping on Lockhart's groin before he walked over to Angela and placed his ear next to her mouth.
"She's breathing." Harry said with a relieved sigh. He suddenly growled and aimed his wand at Lockhart, lightning began dancing on the tip of it.
"No!" Flora suddenly shouted.
"I beg your pardon?" Harry said in a low voice.
"My sister could be dying, we don't have time to waste, please!" Flora begged, her eyes full of fresh tears. Harry struggled for a moment but was eventually able to come to a decision on what to do.
"Curse it all to hell, Flipsy!" Harry yelled and Flipsy appeared, the elf gasped when he saw the burnt Lockhart and the unconscious Angela. "Flipsy," Harry said before the elf could begin. "get a teacher here then stay with Angela." Harry said, he reached over and planted a kiss on Angela's forehead before he re-stomped Lockhart's groin then turned and grabbed Flora's arm and pulled her out of the classroom. "You, me, chamber of secrets, now." Harry growled, his green eyes flaring.
Flora couldn't help but gulp at the sight of an angry Harry Potter, she quickly recovered though and guided him towards the chamber.
"This is it." Flora said when they arrived at the second floor girls bathroom. "The taps, that's where the entrance is." She said as she pointed to a sink.
"After we are done then you are going to tell me how you worked this all out." Harry said, and it was not a question, he looked at the sink and saw several snakes engraved on the taps, it didn't take a genius to work out what to do next.
"You're a boy, you're not supposed to be in here." A voice said, just as a ghost floated from out of a toilet stall. She was squat, with a glum face hidden behind lank hair and thick glasses.
"That's 'Moaning Myrtle' in case you didn't know." Flora whispered to Harry as she gestured with her head to the ghost. "Hestia seems to tolerate her."
"I can still hear you!" Myrtle snapped.
"Sorry," Flora said in an uncaring voice. "Myrtle, Hestia said that you died in here, is that right? She told me that you said you saw a pair of yellow eyes before you died, right by the sink, is that right?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"You've made your point, now come on, we don't have time to waste." Harry said to Flora.
"Of course you don't! Nobody ever has time for Myrtle!" The ghost girl cried before she flew away and into a stall. Harry only took a moment before he was able to shake that weirdness out of his head.
"Open." Harry said in parsletounge, a few seconds later the sink moved, sliding out of the way to reveal a giant hole with and leaving a large pipe exposed, a pipe wide enough for a man to slide into.
"Let's go." Flora said quickly, she was about to move forward but was stopped by Harry who grabbed her by the arms. "What are you doing?!" She demanded.
"Shut it," Harry said before he aimed his wand down the pipe. "locus resonare." Harry said, a bright blue wave shot out of his wand, mapping the whole pipe out for him. "Hmm, no physical traps at least. Fine, we can go in now." Harry said before Flora quickly went down the pipe, Harry shifted Jet into his arms before he jumped down the pipe. Once Harry had gone down the entrance sealed itself shut. Eventually the pipe ride ended and Harry landed feet first on a bunch of small skulls.
"Ew, what the hell are all of these?" Flora hissed as she stood up and wiped dirt off her clothes.
"Rat skulls." Harry said in a quiet voice before he took his wand out and cast a wand lighting spell before moving forwards, Flora cast the same spell before following him. "Alright, tell me everything you know." Harry said as the two began walking.
"Slytherin's monster is...at least we think...a basilisk." Flora said in a quiet voice.
"What?!" Harry hissed, fully aware of what a basilisk was. A basilisk was a snake that could grow up to monstrous sizes, their skin is just as tough as a dragon's, if not more. Their venom was the most dangerous venom in the world, so powerful that it can kill a person within minutes. Though the most dangerous thing about it was undoubtedly its eyes, capable of killing a being with a single look. "Are you trying to tell me that we're going to fight a goddamn basi-fuck!" Harry cursed as they stumbled upon some shed skin, if the old skin was any indication than then this basilisk was at least fifty feet tall or even longer. "But that doesn't make sense, if the basilisk is the monster then the victims should be dead."
"Hesta and I aren't sure why, but we think that maybe they didn't look the basilisk in the eye properly." Flora replied as they walked past the skin.
"Maybe," Harry frowned. "it's possible that they saw it through a reflection or something, like Creepy, he might have seen it through his camera."
"You mean Creevey?" Flora asked.
"I meant what I meant." Harry replied. "Now listen up, from now on you will do everything I say and you will do it when I say it."
"But I..." Flora's protest was cut off when Harry gave her a look that she could best describe as a 'don't make me hurt you' look. "I will listen." She said in a quiet voice.
"You had bloody better." Harry sighed just as they come across a door, one with no handles but instead has several snakes spread across it. "Open." Harry hissed, the snakes began sliding back one at a time. As they did an unlocking sound was heard with each snake. "Jet, you will look after the girl." Harry said as he placed him on Flora's shoulders.
"The girl is not my priority." Jet hissed. "You are."
"Then you will keep her out of my way, I don't need the interference." Harry hissed back before he turned to Flora. "Let him stay with you, he'll help keep you safe." Harry said before he walked into the chamber with Flora following after him. There was puddles of water everywhere along with several large statues of snake heads, opposite the entrance was a giant wall that was shapes like Salazar Slytherin's head. "Of course he had to have a bloody ego." Harry sighed just as he noticed three unconscious students lying in front of Salazar's massive head.
"Hestia!" Flora suddenly shouted out before rushing forward.
"Damn it girl, stop running so fast!" Jet cried out.
"Stop," Harry called but that didn't appear to work as Flora kept running. "damn it, you had the one job." Harry groaned before he followed after her.
"Hestia!" Flora said as she quickly knelt down next to her sister. "Hestia, wake up!" She said as she tried to shake her twin sister awake. Harry, on the other hand, calmly stopped behind her and looked at the other two. Ginny Weasley was lying unconscious next to Roman who was looking pale and clutching a black diary in his hand, Harry saw the name 'T.M. Riddle' engraved on it.
"She won't wake." A voice said, Harry and Flora's head snapped towards the area where the voice came from. They saw a Slytherin boy walking toward them, he looked like a sixth year, he was tall and handsome, with pale skin, jet black hair, and dark eyes. "None of them will." He added as he gestured to Roman and Ginny.
"Let me guess, the heir of Slytherin?" Harry asked, the boy smiled in a pleased manner before nodding. "I don't recognize you."
"I would have been very surprised if you did," The boy admitted. "I haven't been in this school for a long time. Forgive me, I haven't yet introduced myself, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, the one and true heir to Slytherin." He said. Harry glanced back at the diary, which clearly belonged to Tom if the name was any indication, Harry looked back at Tom with a calculating look in his eyes.
"Are you really?" Harry spoke softly.
"Yes, I am." Tom Riddle grinned as he replied in parsletounge. "And you must be the great and famous Harry Potter. My, my, how I have been looking forward to meeting you."
"I get that a lot." Harry shrugged as he spoke in an uncaring voice. "Now, what the fuck is your deal?"
"Such appalling language," Tom tutted his teeth. "I expected better from you, Harry."
"The only expectations that matter to me are my own," Harry replied. "now, what is your deal?" Harry asked. "Why are you doing this? Why kidnap these three?"
"Quite simple, I wanted to meet you." Tom said, surprising Harry. "And I have to thank young Roman for that." Tom smiled.
"What does he have to do with this?" Harry frowned.
"A while back young Roman somehow stumbled upon my diary," Tom smiled as if telling a joke that only he could understand. "he wrote in it, poured his heart and soul into it. Telling me how he was raised in the muggle world, only to come to a world where everyone hated him for his parents. And he also told me about his idol, you. You, the parslemouth second year who was reported to have defeated students much older than you. You, who practically rules Slytherin house at such a young age, an impressive achievement. You are everything young Roman wants to be. That was when he interested me, not when he was talking about his day and how he still can't make friends. Listening to him was a chore, a really boring one, but eventually I was able to get his trust. He saw me as his friend, he spilled his deepest and darkest secrets. Eventually I was able to grow strong enough to take control of him, as he grows weaker I grow stronger."
"You had him unleash Slytherin's monster on the school." Harry deduced.
"Correct, not that he knew what he was doing." Tom nodded. "The first time I was able to unleash the basilisk was roughly fifty years ago."
"And you killed that Myrtle girl." Harry nodded before gesturing him to continue.
"Indeed I did, I was able to get Hagrid blamed for it."
"Hagrid? How the everlasting fuck did you pull that off?" Harry asked in an interested voice. "Any idiot with two brain cells could see that he wasn't the heir."
"It was far more simple than you could imagine," Tom chuckled. "you see Hagrid suffered from the very bad habit of trying to adopt dangerous creatures, one of which was an acromantula." Harry's eyes widened slightly at that, he couldn't believe that the guy would even consider adopting an acromantula, they were giant spiders that could grow to giant sizes and were not things that were supposed to be kept as pets.
"So you frame him but that doesn't explain why you're here now." Harry replied.
"Everyone believed it was Hagrid, everyone but one," Tom growled. "Professor Dumbledore kept an annoying close eye on me after that and I realized I couldn't open the chamber again, not while I was in school anyway. So I left my diary, preserving my sixteen year old self in it, until one day I could complete Salazar Slytherin's noble work. The first victim, the squib's cat, was an unintentional one. I had been hoping to to find a mudblood or a teacher but then my basilisk ended up stumbling upon the cat. If it wasn't for the damn thing meeting my pet's gaze through the puddles on the floor then it would have been killed. I had decided to hang it up from the torch as a signal of the glory that was still to come." Tom grinned.
"And then Creevy was nearly killed but was saved by his camera," Harry commented. "what about the Hufflepuff?"
"Him? Oh, I was so close but then a stupid ghost had to get in the way, they both ended up petrified." Tom said in an annoyed voice. "It was already hard enough with Roman trying to escape my control, he had realized what was happening shortly after the mudblood boy, he tried to get rid of the diary, only for Ginny Weasley to stumble upon it. He took it back from her, of course, but then he was too afraid to get rid of it, scared that it would come back or be grabbed by someone else. After that it was a simple matter of taking control of him."
"But why did you kidnap my sister?!" Flora demanded angrily. Tom gave her a look as if to say that she was not worth his time but he answered anyway.
"I had only intended to kidnap the Weasley girl, but unfortunately your sister got in the way." Tom said in an uncaring voice.
"Why Weasley?" Harry asked.
"Well...nobody was going to care if it was just the Lestrange boy." Tom shrugged. "An innocent young maiden on the other hand, far more interesting."
"And why were you trying to get my attention?" Harry asked, he couldn't help but notice an important flaw that Tom had, he liked to talk.
"Because I wanted to talk to you," Tom smirked. "we're quite similar, you and I. We're both halfbloods who found themselves in Slytherin, we can both speak to snakes, we can both convince others to do what we want and think what we want them to think by using nothing more than a few words. Twice the school turned on you and twice you were able to bring them back to where you want them by just giving a single speech. Despite your age and scar, you're also able to charm witches, I was able to convince many to do things for me with a few fake smiles and false promises. And we are both powerful, aren't we?"
"You think I am powerful? I'm flattered." Harry replied. "But I get the feeling that you didn't want to talk to me just so you could compare."
"You are right," Tom nodded. "what I really wanted to know was how you, as a baby, was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time."
"Voldemort?" Harry asked, ignoring the way Flora shivered at the name. "Why do you care about him? He was before your time."
"Voldemort is my past, present and future." Tom said before he pulled out a wand that Harry recognized as Roman's, Harry's wand quickly slid into his hand. Tom noticed and gave him an approving nod before he turned and began writing in the air with the wand. He wrote 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' in flaming letters before he waved his wand, the letters shifted to reveal a new message. 'I am Lord Voldemort'.
"Voldemort?" Harry breathed. "You're Voldemort?"
"You didn't think that I would keep my filthy muggle father's name?" Tom snorted. "No, I fashioned myself a new name, a name that I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I became the greatest wizard in the world."
"Greatest?" This time it was Harry who snorted. "You're not the greatest, you're not even second best."
"Oh, and who is greater than me?" Tom spat.
"Dumbledore for one," Harry grinned. "but first place goes to me."
"You?" Tom repeated disbelievingly.
"Maybe not now, but soon." Harry said in a confident voice. "I'm still young but I will grow to be the best wizard I can be, and my best will beat yours."
"We'll see," Tom sneered. "but you still haven't answered my question, how did a baby beat Lord Voldemort?"
"There have been plenty of theories about why," Harry said with an amused smile. "some have theorized that I was just too powerful, and while that is extremely flattering, it is very not likely the correct answer. I am personally of the belief that my father or mother did something that defeated you, it seems far more likely than a one year old defeating you."
"Hmm, that's disappointing but it does make sense. You're not special at all." Riddle replied, glaring at Harry. "The fact that you think that you will ever reach even the level below me shows how stupid you are, you son of a mudblood."
"Better than being a son of a bitch." Harry said, he couldn't help the smirk that came on his face when he saw anger flash on Riddle's face.
"You are nowhere near, nor will you ever be, the same level of wizard as me." Tom growled. "You and Dumbledore are pathetic, he has been brought out of the castle by the mere mention of my name."
"Dumbledore is greater than you are," Harry calmly replied, knowing that his lack of anger was bothering Riddle a lot. "and so am I, you..." Harry was cut off from whatever he was about to say by the sound of a screeching sound, he looked back and saw Fawkes fly into the chamber while holding something. Whatever it was Fawkes let it go in midflight and it landed in Harry's hands, he took a moment but he recognized it as the sorting hat.
"This is what Dumbledore sends against the heir of Slytherin?" Tom laughed loudly. "A songbird and a silly old hat?"
"Maybe he just wants me to look great for when I beat you." Harry said while glaring at Tom.
"We'll see Potter, prepare to fight Slytherin's basilisk. Well, it won't be much of a fight since it will kill you with a single stare." Tom smirked, choosing not to mention the fact that all parslemouth are immune to the basilisk gaze, no need to make things easier for Potter.
"Parslemouth are immune to the basilisk gaze, dumbass." Jet called out. Tom growled and sent a spell in Jet's direction but it was quickly blocked by a magical shield from Harry,
"You're quick," Tom noted, "good, you're going to need your speed." He said before he looked at Salazar's statue. "Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four!"
"Flora, hide behind the statues, don't look at it!" Harry quickly ordered to Flora who nodded before quickly rushing behind one of the snake statues.
Harry ran just as the mouth of Salazar's statue opened up, as Harry ran he looked back and saw the basilisk, it had yellow eyes and dark green scales and looked to be about fifty feet in length. Harry stopped in front of one of the snake statues just after he heard Tom order the basilisk to kill him, Harry kept his wand ready just as the basilisk came closer. Once the basilisk got near Harry waved his wand and created a large amount of green gas around him, Harry knew that what he was about to do was a risky move but he truly hoped it would pay off.
As Harry heard the basilisk move forward he quickly ran away to avoid the basilisk, Harry heard a crash which meant that the basilisk had crashed into the statue like planned. Harry got out of the gas and saw that the basilisk's head was still in it, Harry flicked his wand and sent a small spark at the gas which caused it to ignite. The basilisk screeched in pain as it's head was covered in fire, it shook its head several times before it was able to recover, its gaze now on Harry and it looked far more pissed off than before.
"Yeah? Well fuck you too." Harry said before he aimed his wand forward and sent a bright light from his wand that temporarily blinded the basilisk's eyes.
"Put your hand in me!" The sorting hat suddenly yelled.
"What?!"
"Your hand in me, now!" It shouted. Harry was confused but to his credit he quickly shifted the hat into his wand hand and used his free hand to reach in. A second later Harry pulled his hand out and discovered that there was something in the hat, and that thing was a metal wrist bracelet. It was a pretty looking silver colored bracelet that took the shape of an emerald eyed snake eating its own tail. It was a pretty bracelet, the problem was that it was just a bracelet, nothing else.
"Well what bloody use is that going to be?!" Harry blurted out just before he heard the roar of the basilisk. Harry looked up and saw it roaring at him, and its head rushing towards him. "Oh shit!" Harry cursed but before he could even do anything he suddenly found aid from another source, and that source was Fawkes. The phoenix rushed forwards and dug its talons into the basilisk's eyes, painfully blinding it. "Wow, that is surprisingly violent." Harry said just before he aimed his wand at the basilisk. Harry fired a variety of different spells at the basilisk but none seemed to have any effect as the basilisk scales were two thick. "Damn it." Harry said before he looked down at his silver colored bracelet. "What use are you?" Harry couldn't help but wonder.
The bracelet, as if responding to Harry's words, decided to go for 'show instead of tell'. The bracelet changed in front of Harry's eyes and began changing and expanding until Harry's hand and forearm was covered in the same silver colored metal.
"What the fuck?" Harry blurted out just as a silver sword with a black handle and black guard suddenly appeared in his hand. "I have so many questions." Harry breathed out before the basilisk head charged towards him, Harry sidestepped, barely avoiding it. Harry struck it on the side of the head with the sword but he might as well have struck it with an old baseball bat for all the good it did. As the basilisk raised its head it pushed Harry who fell backwards and landed hard onto the floor, Harry groaned in pain but was able to quickly recover and get to his feet.
The basilisk lunged in Harry's direction again, it was clear to Harry that it couldn't see him but the fact that it was still lunging in Harry's general direction lead him to believe that it was either relying on its sense of hearing or smell. Harry wasn't sure when it happened, the next moment felt like a blur, but it ended with the sword going through the roof of the basilisk's mouth and into the brain. Harry would have celebrated, if not for the fact that one of the basilisk fangs had pierced through his arm, if it was a few inches lower then it would have hit the metal forearm, and if it was a bit higher then it would have hit his shoulder, but instead it had pierced through his bicep.
Harry let out a scream before he could stop himself, the fang in his arm was undoubtedly the worst pain he had ever experienced. Harry yanked the sword out of the basilisk mouth, the basilisk was still able to move but after several seconds of intense shaking it fell dead on the floor. Harry grunted in pain as he saw the basilisk fang was still stuck in his arm. Harry shook his head as he began walking in the direction of Tom and the others.
"Flora, the basilisk is dead." Harry called before he descended into violent coughing. Flora hesitantly moved out from her hiding spot behind the statue, she saw the basilisk and her eyes widened while her jaw dropped so hard and fast that she couldn't help but think that she had broken something.
"You killed it!" Tom Riddle hissed with disbelief and anger. "That is impossible!"
"Some would say the same about magic." Harry retorted before another round of coughing, Harry could tell that the venom was killing him, he would have a minute or maybe two at best before he would leave the land of the living. "Now...I'm going to deal with you."
"You think you can 'deal' with me?" Tom snorted with amusement.
"A hundred percent sure." Harry said before he stumbled and fell onto his knees, dropping his wand and sword at the same time.
"You can barely stand." Tom pointed out.
"Ninety-seven percent sure." Harry coughed as he crawled towards Tom.
"You're dying, you'll be dead within a minute." Tom reminded him.
"Eighty-nine percent sure." Harry said through gritted teeth just before he pulled the fang out. Flora got on her knees in front of him and tried to help him up, but couldn't, Jet crawled off of her shoulders and began looking at the wound from the basilisk fang.
"Ah, the faithful companion returns to his dying master." Tom laughed.
"This will hurt." Jet said in a sadden voice. Before Tom or even Harry could ask what he meant, Jet quickly bared his fangs and dug them into Harry's wound. Harry roared in pain just as he felt Jet's fangs enter his body, Flora gasped as she instinctively moved back while Tom frowned, wondering why the snake would suddenly attack its master. A few seconds later Jet removed his fangs, Harry gasped as he began breathing heavily. Despite the intense pain Harry was still able to notice how his body felt slightly better than before, as if the venom had grown weaker or had decreased.
"Perhaps your snake has realized that you are a lost cause and is simply trying to speed your death up." Tom mused.
"Shut up, you two legged cunt!" Jet hissed angrily at Tom. Tom was about to angrily respond when he was cut off by a trilling sound, a second later Fawkes flew down and landed in front of Harry.
"Oh, what now?!" Tom snapped.
"Hey Fawkes," Harry said with a tired smile. "thanks for the help, I guess. I'd normally offer you something but...dying...you know?" Harry said before he coughed violently. Fawkes let out a mournful trill before he leaned his head over Harry's wound.
"Bird, cry or I will eat you!" Jet hissed impatiently. It turns out he didn't need to as the next second tears dripped from Fawkes's eyes and onto Harry's wound. It took Harry a few seconds to realize what was going on but he was quickly able to remember that phoenixes' have tears with special healing properties. The tears appeared to work just as advertised because a few seconds later Harry saw his wound healing, he felt the effects of the venom decrease and decrease until he eventually couldn't feel it at all. Once the tears had stopped working Harry was still left with a giant scar on his arm but decided that he already had enough of those and could afford another.
"Dumbledore's precious bird may have temporarily saved you but you will still die in this chamber!" Tom said in a hateful voice as he glared at Harry.
"Hey Tom." Harry laughed. "Do you want to know something funny?"
"What?!" Tom snapped.
"Back at a hundred percent." Harry chuckled.
"You think you can beat me?!" Tom snarled.
"I know I can, you told me how to." Harry laughed as he crawled over to Roman.
"What?!"
"You talk too much," Harry said as he took the diary out of Roman's hand and picked up the basilisk fang. "you might want to work on that." Harry suggested before he placed the diary on the floor and raised the basilisk fang.
"No!" Tom cried, he was about to take a step forward but was unable to stop Harry. Tom cried out in pain as the basilisk fang pierced through the diary, Harry put in as much force as he could. Tom continued to scream in pain until a white light began pouring out of him, the light glowed brighter and brighter until eventually Tom burst, disappearing into the air.
Harry let out a sigh as he allowed himself to fall onto his butt, it was only Flora's help that stopped him from falling onto his back. Harry looked in the direction of the sword, he watched as it suddenly disappeared from view, Harry frowned and looked down at his arm in time to see the metal disappear from his hand and forearm, returning to just a bracelet.
"Whoa." Flora breathed, she was about to say more when Roman suddenly snapped awake and quickly sat up. His eye wide as he began frantically looking around, it was an odd sight waking up to the fact that he was in a giant room with a dead basilisk, two unconscious year mates, one conscious year mate and Harry bloody Potter.
"Fucking hell!" Roman blurted out.
"Yeah...appropriate reaction." Harry said as he allowed himself to lie back on the ground.
A.N: Hi guys, too tired to do a proper A.N so I'm just going to say that I know there were things that Harry could have done better in this chapter and I know you guys have questions but I will deal with that and answer and explain in the next chapter. For now, goodnight. I'm going to sleep.