Chapter 2.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but my University work takes precedence over my leisure writing so this will be slowly updated, but it will be completed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; I don't think I could be that much of a masochist to a character.

The first Harry knew was a singing of a melodious songbird. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was still in the chamber of secrets, but things had definitely changed since he was last conscious.

Fawkes was standing next to his body, only just having finished crying on the wound that had been in his arm from the basilisk bite. The fang lay next to his left arm, as did the diary of one Tom Marvollo Riddle. Before anything else could happen, Harry grabbed the fang as he remembered doing so in his second year, only this time he did not wait for the grandstanding Voldemort seemed to like and plunged the dagger straight into the centre of the book, causing what looked like black ink to spurt from the diary. He saw the image of Voldemort's younger self twist and contort in agony, shrieking until he disappeared in a flash of magical light.

Harry stood up and walked over to where Ginny lay and before she could stir, he stunned her. Fawkes cocked his head in question at Harry's actions and seeing this, Harry answered the bird's unanswered question.

'Trust me, the last thing I need to handle is an over-emotional pre-teen who has a hero worship complex.'

Fawkes seemed to think about this and then chirped in acknowledgement, making Harry grin. Harry then walked to the head of slytherin and climbing up entered the head and walked through the tunnel that led back into the stone wall. Harry followed this tunnel for a little while as it twisted and turned and then finally ended in what appeared to be a blank wall, save for the small carving of a snake that was slightly hidden by the years of decay to the wall. Harry hissed in parcel tongue for the first time since he had arrived back into the past.

'Open in the name of the true heir of Slytherin.'

After saying the words, a door slowly etched itself out of the rock in front of him and Harry watched on as the door then melted. He walked through into the personal library of Salazar Slytherin. Using his wand he conjured a large box and began shrinking and packing the books he found into the box with a few swishes. He frowned as he realised his body, with the malnutrition and its youth could not handle this work for too long as it had already been through an extreme ordeal today. He quickly finished and shrunk the box into a small matchbook size and slipped it into his pants pocket, where it would remain unobtrusive. He then turned and walked back out into the main chamber. Picking up Gryffindore's sword as well as the sorting hat and levitating Ginny behind him, Harry walked out of the chamber, Fawkes flying above his right shoulder. With a whispered 'Close.' The door to the chamber of secrets shut upon the corpse of the basilisk and he continued on to the rock pile, where he saw his best friend for the first time in many years, busily clearing a hole for him.

'Harry!' Ron yelled when he saw his friend. Harry grinned at Ron and once he had been helped through and then levitated Ginny through, gave his friend a large hug, making sure to not hug for too long of course as he was supposed to only be 12.

He allayed any fears that Ron had about his sister being still unconscious as he explained that while he was sure she was fine, he did not want her to awaken in a chamber next to a very large and frightening monster as well as making sure she did not hurt herself any further as she had come close to death. Ron accepted this and they continued back through the tunnel to the beginning of the pipe that led back up to moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Lockhart trailing them with a vapid smile on his face.

They both looked at the pipe and then at each other for a moment. Fawkes then flew in front of them wagging his tail feathers in their face. Harry looked at Fawkes and said

'I don't want to wake Ginny if I don't have to Fawkes. Can you transport us all up with out me waking her?'

Fawkes nodded and chirped. Harry lowered Ginny to the ground and then kneeling and taking her hand he then got Ron to hold his hand, while holding onto Lockhart, although for a moment, although both didn't know it, both Harry and Ron considered leaving the ponce in the chamber. Fawkes then landed on Harry's shoulder and with a flash of flame, they were all transported up into Myrtle's bathroom.

Later after having dealt with Dumbledore, the Weasley's and Lucius Malfoy, Harry made his way to the hospital wing to be checked out. In his previous life, he was just patted on the head and sent to his bed until the feast had been organised, but he wasn't sure how much damage the venom had done to his body as well as getting a head-start on the fixing of his body. He entered the hospital wing and Madame Pomfrey bustled up to him and taking one look at his slime and blood soaked robes, led him to a bathroom, where he had a nice hot shower and changed into hospital pajamas. Settling into his hospital bed, he waited for the nurse to come back.

'So Harry, what have you done to yourself this time? Madame Pomfrey asked as she walked up to his bed. Harry then went through the process of explaining exactly what had happened to him throughout the whole chamber of secrets including the basilisk bite. Madame Pomfrey stood there in disbelief for a moment and then conjured a large roll of parchment and began a very intricate pattern of spells that Harry identified as a full diagnostic. Although he knew, he also knew that he shouldn't know what she was doing and so asked.

'What does that spell do Madame Pomfrey?'

As he asked this, a quill was enchanted by the mediwitch and began writing down the results on the roll of parchment. Once this had begun she turned to him and said.

'First off if you are going to get yourself into life threatening struggles every year, why don't you call me Poppy. I swear you have been in this wing more than most students do their whole time at Hogwarts and its only your second year!'

Harry couldn't help but grin and nod, answering

'Okay Poppy.'

She glared at him half with amusement, half with frustration as she realised he did not deny anything.

'As for the spell, this will give me an in-depth overall knowledge of your body and its functions. It will let me know any past injuries as well as how your body is coping with your recent injuries an what I then need to do in order to put you back together, again!'

Thinking it better to remain silent than incur her wrath from the rather cheeky reply he thought up, he sat back in bed and waited for the results to come through. Harry knew for certain that there were no earlier injuries as his magic had healed him; even scars disappeared after a few days. He also knew that at this point if there had been any potions in his system the basilisk venom, being such a potent magical substance, negated all potions within his system.

After a time of approximately five minutes, Madame Pomfrey sighed and looking at Harry said

'Harry, while you were bitten by the basilisk and the wound healed by the headmaster's phoenix, the venom is still running within your system. This means from now on, you will need a specific type of potions for any injuries in order for the potion to take affect. While normal brewing would be done by the potionsmaster, special modifications are not his repertoire, especially for medical potions. I will be brewing your potions from now on. This means that no matter what anyone else says, you need to come to me if you are to take any potions. The results if someone else gives you potions that are not specifically made to take into account your unique chemistry and magic, it could cause a rather large magical explosion within your core, meaning you would probably be killed.'

To this end She turned aside and called for a house elf. One appeared wearing the customary Hogwarts crest on its tea towel it wore like a toga.

'This is a direct order for the Hogwarts Mediwitch.' Madame Pomfrey commanded the elf with a no nonsense type air. 'From now on the Hogwart's house elves are to make sure that any food or drink that is presented to Harry Potter is to be potion free. No potions, no matter if from the potions master or from the headmaster are o be given to Harry Potter. The consequences could be fatal to Mr. Potter. Do you understand?' She asked the elf before her.

'Yes Madame Pomfrey, I will notify all house elves of your instructions. No potions shall come to Harry Potter, we will make sure of it.'

Satisfied, Madame Pomfrey turned away from the elf, who popped back to the kitchens, and ran another diagnostic on the healed puncture wound on hi arm.

'Harry, there is not much I can do about the scar as it is highly magical and therefore unable to healed by magic. What I suggest you do though is to exercise it constantly from now on with some exercises I will give you so that the scar tissue under the skin will be torn and rebuilt to proper muscle by the remaining healing properties of the phoenix. I must ask you over the next few days not to perform any magic, just to make sure that the influx into your magical system stabilises.'

Harry nodded in agreement and promised the mediwitch that if he felt ill in the slightest, he would head back to the hospital wing to be checked out. He also knew he would also be back in the next few days in order to make sure that he was there when his best friend, Hermione Granger was revived from her petrification. In the end, Harry was glad that his plan to travel back through time had worked out so well and so exact. The fact he had been through a traumatic experience, such as the killing of the basilisk and nearly dying from it as well as the infusing of basilisk venom and phoenix tears into his system would be good excuses should be slip up and show more power than he normally would or if he acted slightly out of character. By the beginning of next year he could then show more power than he had previously as his excuse of two powerful magical substances enterin his system had been verified through Poppy that it would affect his magical core.

Having arrived at the Gryffindore common room, he walked up to his dorm room and after taking a long hot shower, went to bed and had his first night's rest in the past.