HP : The Chronicles

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"Tom?" Adrian asked from where he stood next to Ginny and Harry turned to look at his brother confused; how did he know the boy? "Tom Riddle?" Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the boy again, adrenaline kicking in; Riddle was the prefect that had caught Hagrid for unleashing Slytherin's monster fifty years ago. Harry could see the prefect's badge and the Slytherin colours of his robes. Riddle had graduated almost fifty years ago too, so now he would be middle aged, if he were still alive. But the boy standing in the Chamber looked no older than sixteen. Connections started forming inside his mind as Tom moved towards his brother, a hungry look on his face.

Riddle was a Slytherin. Riddle was there when the Chamber of Secrets was first opened and it was only after he designated somebody as the heir that the attacks stopped. Riddle was here now looking as he had in school, standing in a secret camber nobody knew of, one only someone being a Parseltongue, or having the help of one, could enter. And a familiar black diary lay open next to the unconscious form of Ginny Weasley. Harry gripped his wand tighter, his heard doing summersaults inside his chest; this wasn't good. Not good at all.

"What do you mean she won't wake?" Adrian asked angrily. "She's not… She's not?"

"She's alive. But only just." Riddle stated uninterested.

"Are you a ghost?" Adrian asked. Harry whished it was so simple and waited for Riddle's answer anxiously; because he definitely wasn't a ghost. But what was he?

"A memory." Riddle stated calmly. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years." He pointed at the diary as Harry stared at him confused; how could one keep a living memory locked inside an inanimate object? Adrian asked Riddle to help him with Ginny and Harry looked at his brother for a second as he tried to lift the girl from the floor. He immediately turned his gaze towards Riddle and almost gasped in surprise; he had somehow managed to grab hold of Adrian's discarded wand. And what was his brother thinking dropping his wand in the room that probably contained a basilisk?

Not that it would do him much good, Harry thought suddenly his head spinning as he remembered one crucial detail about the basilisks; their skin was just as hard as a dragon's and only large scale spells could have an effect on it. And after last year's events, Harry had decided to lay back on those. His heartbeat doubled up in speed as he realized his mistake. He could faintly hear Riddle not giving Adrian his wand back and decided to focus on one thing at a time; Riddle first, possibly suicidal encounter with an over twenty feet long basilisk later.

Riddle was smiling as he started answering Adrian's questions of how Ginny got there; Harry grew more startled by the minute. Could all this be true? Could this Riddle character really have controlled Ginny and made her attack all those people, write the messages on the wall and even lead her down here? And how could a memory even do that? Red hot rage filled Harry's veins as he listened to Riddle mocking Ginny; he remembered how she was that morning, pale and desperate to speak to someone; he should have seen it sooner. He wanted to hex Riddle immediately, but would his charms work on a memory? And if they didn't and Riddle called in the basilisk, what then? That was when Riddle came to the point where Ginny threw the diary away and Adrian found it.

"And that's where you came in, Adrian. You found it, and I couldn't have been more delighted. Of all the people who could have picked it up, it was you, the very person I was most anxious to meet…" Harry looked at Riddle cautiously; even if he was the heir of Slytherin, why would he want to meet with Adrian?

"And why did you want to meet me?" Adrian angry too, his voice barely staying even.

"Well, you see, Ginny told me all about you, Adrian," said Riddle. "Your whole fascinating history. I knew I must find out more about you, talk to you, meet you if I could. So I decided to show you my famous capture of that great oaf, Hagrid, to gain your trust…" Riddle proclaimed, making Harry want to forgo spells altogether and just go with punching that infuriating haughtiness out of him. But Riddle continued explaining how he had framed Hagrid for the crimes he had committed, admitting that the only one who had suspected him was the then Transfiguration teacher, Albus Dumbledore himself. At least someone had some sense back then. He explained how Dumbledore had convinced Dippet, the headmaster of the school at the time, to keep Hagrid and train him as the Gamekeeper of Hogwarts. He said that he knew he would be unable to open the Chamber again while he was in school and so he made the diary, so he could return some time in the future and finish what he called 'Salazar Slytherin's noble work', ridding the school of Muggleborn students.

"Well, you haven't finished it," said Adrian triumphantly. "No one's died this time, not even the cat. In a few hours the Mandrake Draught will be ready and everyone who was Petrified will be all right again…"

"Haven't I already told you," said Riddle quietly, "that killing Mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore? For many months now, my new target has been… you." Harry stared at him in confusion; what was that obsession with his brother? And why was that look in Riddle's eyes so familiar and repulsing at the same time? Riddle continued to explain; he spoke of how Ginny had stolen back the diary and how he had forced her to write her own farewell message on the wall, knowing that the surest way to lure Adrian in would be harming one of his friends. Riddle was going down, Harry thought and raised his wand; his cover was the last thing on his mind at the moment. "I have many questions for you Adrian Potter." The older boy admitted.

"Like what?" Adrian spat, fists clenched. That was the question, Harry thought.

"Well," said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, "how is it that you… a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent… managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?" There was an odd red gleam in his hungry eyes now.

"Why do you care how I escaped?" said Adrian slowly. "Voldemort was after your time…"

"Voldemort," said Riddle softly, "is my past, present, and future, Adrian Potter…" He pulled Harry's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words.

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