A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot, but now it's a series. Thank you so very much to all the people who have favourited/followed the story. It was because of you guys, I continued with the idea of this fic. I don't own Harry Potter; it solely belongs to J.K. Rowling!

The story continues from where it left off. Let me know what you guys think about it!


Harriet was being aloof; not that he could blame her for acting so distant anyway. It was his own fault and as a responsible adult, he acknowledged that little fact pretty well. But the chain of events that occurred in the Chamber had changed things significantly, making Marvolo concerned. He was troubled not because Harriet was ignoring him like he didn't even exist in the first place, no...he was concerned because she was asking questions. She was demanding answers for which she wasn't ready, and she was demanding truthfulness, urging him to spill secrets Marvolo swore he wouldn't tell another soul.

She asked how he got stuck in their mind palace? She desperately wanted to know why his counterpart - Tom - didn't recognise her and tried to kill her? She was curious to get to the crux of the whole situation and he felt that it was all his fault; after all Marvolo was the one who had encouraged Harriet to always ask questions and to gain knowledge. He was starting to wonder if this is how Snape actually felt in every Potion's lesson when Harriet's curiosity got the better of her and she asked stupidest questions.

Back to the point, he didn't want to explain the whole soul splitting phenomenon to Harriet just after his real identity was revealed. So he simply asked her to give him some time and wait until the summer break. In the meantime, he was more focused on their meeting with headmaster Dumbledore the next day. As expected, the old buffoon, instead of questioning the Weasley girl, had all but ordered Harriet to tell what actually had happened in the Chamber whilst he was gone. Thankfully, Snape-like the secret mother hen he was for his snakes, had interfered saying that the girls clearly needed some rest after their exhausting adventure. Though the Potion's master didn't budge Harriet himself, knowing full well that she would eventually tell him everything; she needed some time by the distant look on her face.


The next morning, Albus Dumbledore was sipping on his tea, thoughtfully. This year had already been stressful, even more so than last year, because this time the Chamber of Secrets had opened yet again - by unknown sources. He'd thought that Harriet had been the one behind all this, but he'd been wrong. She had either been in her classes or his sight whenever suspicious things have happened. That did not mean Albus trusted her, no, absolutely not. He'd always been wary since the second she was sorted into the snake house instead of lion's den. He'd thought that the years spent with the Dursley's would have made her more humble and polite; ready to pounce on any chance of happiness and appreciation thrown her way. But he was so wrong, because he'd never anticipated his plans going down the drain and the girl becoming a Slytherin. He'd never thought of her being more cunning and ambitious, in comparison to being brave. And he definitely did not expect her to remind Albus so much of the handsome boy of Wool's Orphanage. Had Albus failed?

The girl occupying his thoughts entered the office alongside the youngest Weasley, and both their Head of Houses just behind them. He watched her walk and take a seat across from him; her steps all cautious but her walk still confident - so much like Tom. An awkward silence stretched when the headmaster just stared intently at the two girls for several moments, but Harriet knew that he was trying to use Legilimency, so she avoided as much eye contact as possible and tried to keep her mental shields high.

"Lemon drop?" Ginny stared at the old man as if he was mental, but her head neat her to it.

"Albus, the girls aren't here to eat candy. I think we should come straight to the point and get this conversation done. Miss Weasley is still in very much shock from what happened." Minerva was blaming herself for all this though; she felt it was her fault that not one but two children were dragged into the secret chamber. After all, she was the one who was in charge, after Albus' abrupt departure. She couldn't feel more guilty

"Ah, yes Minerva, of course. Miss Weasley? Could you please tell me what happened?" though he spoke in the most gentle voice he could muster, Ginny shivered visibly.

"I...I don't really remember anything. I just woke up, performed my morning rituals and after having some breakfast, I…" Ginny didn't speak any further. There was distinct fear in her eyes and everyone noticed it immediately.

"She's scared," Harriet whispered in her mind to Marvolo. He'd been quite from the time they had stepped into the office.

"Of course, she is. She was possessed by my other self, what else do you think would her reaction rather be?" Marvolo chided.

"Then what Ms Weasley? Did something after that?" The headmaster nudged her and was met by Ginny's fearful expressions.

"No, professor. I was in my dorm the whole day, completing my work. After that, all I remember is Harriet waking me up and then Fawkes brought us here." The eleven-year-old tried her best to come up with a good lie and backstory, but her trembling body said otherwise.

"Miss Weasley, you're safe here. No one is going to harm you, so I ask again, what exactly happened yesterday. And please tell us the truth. Only then we can help you," the headmaster tried again, and this time thick tears rolled down Ginny's eyes. Minerva instantly pulled her close and rubbed her back in assurance. Snape groaned internally. Couldn't Albus have waited a day or two for his questioning? The child was clearly distraught. He took the goblet of water from the table and offered it to Ginny. They waited patiently until she was ready to speak again.

"I'm sorry for lying. I was scared." Ginny whispered.

"Don't worry, Miss Weasley. You won't get punished for this. Tell us what happened." McGonagall's stance provided her comfort, so she spoke.

"After having breakfast, I wrote in the diary, as I usually did. Then I felt a little light headed…" Before she could speak any further, Snape spoke up.

"You felt light-headed after you wrote in the diary?" Ginny nodded. "Did it happen every time you wrote in it?" Another affirmative nod.

"Tell me about this diary, Miss Weasley."

"I found it in my cauldron after I came home from buying my school supplies. I didn't remember buying it. But it looked nice, so I wrote in it. But, it was very different because he started writing back." All three adults were listening to her intently.

"It started writing back?" Minerva questioned, not really believing on what she heard.

"He," Ginny corrected, "he started writing back. He said that he wanted to be my friend, when I told him how sometimes felt left out in the family. At first, it was nice, he always helped me with my assignments and would reply nicely. But then I started getting light-headed a lot. I would often remember writing in the diary, then there were gaps of what actually happened. One day though, I remember waking up covered in blood and feathers. I asked him what he was doing to me, but he said that it wasn't his fault and just tricks of my mind. But, I think he lied to me. Like every time happens, there are gaps and I don't know what happened." Ginny's voice was hoarse and her voice pleading.

"Clear signs of possession. Gaps in memories, steadily declining health, paleness on the face." Severus muttered and Minerva gasped in shock. A student of her house was in control of possession and she didn't have the slightest clue. How did she not see that?!

"Very true, Severus," the headmaster spoke again, "though I would like to know who did the diary belong to Miss Weasley? Who is 'he'?"

"Tom M. Riddle." Ginny looked straight in the headmaster's eyes as she answered and saw him pale slightly. Snape's eyes too widened a bit after hearing the name.

"Who is he, Albus?" the head of Gryffindor asked after she noticed how her colleagues' demeanour changed. "Do you know him?"

"Lord Voldemort. His full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle," Dumbledore replied and both McGonagall and Ginny looked horrified. He had already been suspecting that, but the question was how? How was Tom able to possess someone? He looked at Harriet who didn't show any change in expressions even after hearing the Dark Lord's name. Did she know about this somehow?

"And how did you end up being in the Chamber, Miss Potter?" His tone was slightly accusing, and the others present in the room quickly caught onto that.

"I was going back to my dorm from the library when I found Ginny standing just outside the door to the Slytherin Common Room. I suspected something off, because she was literally just staring at the wall intently. I called out to her and she looked at me with a really sinister smile on her face." Harriet regaled them with her side of the story.

"Before I could ask her anything, she took out her wand and stunned me. Then I woke up, feeling really cold and wet, and saw that it was a large, dimly lit and probably the dirtiest chamber there could ever be. Ginny was lying there, unconscious too, and paling whiter with each passing second. Then I saw a boy," Harriet didn't say that she recognised his face, but every word she spoke was thought out carefully. She was like she was reliving the whole incident once again, but this time Marvolo assured her that he was right there with her.

"He was probably fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was wearing the Slytherin Prefect's badge. But I had never seen him before and his uniform too didn't match ours. I asked him his name and what was that place. He told me it was the Chamber of Secrets, and upon being asked why he brought me there, he said he wanted to kill me. He told me how he possessed Ginny, through the help of his diary and how ecstatic he was to finally meet me in person. I didn't understand, of course, but he was too caught up in himself. He said he wanted to meet me and see what was so special about me that I was able to survive the killing curse, and in turn defeated Lord Voldemort. When I asked why was so bothered with the Dark Lord's failure, he revealed his true identity. He wanted to finish the job his future self couldn't, he told."

Harriet picked up a piece of parchment and taking out her pen she wrote

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

"It's an anagram, the name literally meaning 'flight from death'. Anyway, he looked rather pleased that his plan worked efficiently. Somehow, I got lucky and Fawkes came there with the sorting hat, but he was quick to summon the basilisk. I don't really know how I got the courage to fight the monster, I just knew that it wasn't Ginny's fault. I took hold of the Gryffindor sword and plunged it forcefully into its head. One of its fangs, though, tore into my skin." Harriet pulled up the sleeve of her right arm, and there was the ugly looking, egg-sized scar on her skin.

"The Basilisk bit you? How did you survive?" Severus paled drastically seeing the nasty scar. He was fully panicking on the inside. Minerva too went into mother hen mode.

"Fawkes cried on it," Harriet said as she looked at her head and assured him that she was indeed okay.

"To be honest, I thought I was going to die. But, Fawkes saved me at the last moment. When I opened my eyes again, there was no one there and Ginny had woken up. After that, Fawkes brought us back to an empty corridor and we both went directly to the Professors." Harriet finished her end of the tale. The headmaster was staring at her intently.

"And what about the diary?" he asked.

"There was no diary," Harriet said innocently, in a way that reminded Albus so much of Tom.

"I beg your pardon," he said, not believing her in the least.

"I said there was no diary. When I opened my eyes, he wasn't there and Ginny had woken up." Harriet repeated her statement. The eleven-year-old backed up her up.

"Harriet is right. There was no diary. I don't know where it went, but I'm glad I didn't have to take a look at it," she then turned her attention to her saviour, "thank you, Harrie. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't saved me." Her voice showed sincerity, but Harriet just smiled and shrugged it off. Ginny was one of the few people she genuinely liked and she would have helped her either way.

"No problem. Though next time, remember not to use any object that has the tendency to back." Ginny smiled for the first time and both the Heads looked proud at the display of friendship.

"Miss Potter, did you say that you wielded the Sword of Gryffindor?" Minerva asked, quite shocked at the fact.

"Yeah, it did."

"But...but how?" she asked, "You aren't even a Gryffindor."

"Can't a snake be brave, professor?" Harriet counter questioned, and Albus looked as if he swallowed a dozen lemon drops.

"And, how…" The headmaster's question was cut by Minerva's stern voice. "I think that's enough Albus. The girls have told what happened. I think they should go and rest now." McGonagall said, quite irritated of how the headmaster was still suspicious of Harriet.

The headmaster got the clue and allowed them to leave. On their way back, Harriet finally turned to Ginny and voice her thoughts

"Why did you lie to the headmaster when I said there wasn't any diary?" She was curious as to why the little witch backed her up. Ginny just shrugged.

"Because I trust you more than I trust him. You saved my life, even when it wasn't your place. You fought and killed the basilisk. That reason was enough for me to trust you, and do as you wanted. The headmaster is the one in charge, but he still didn't utilise his time to find the chamber and try to close it." Ginny said, and Harriet looked at the youngest Weasley curiously.

"Thank you for that," she said. She was a bit cautious of her now, however, but still thankful.

"No problem! But I hope it wouldn't harm anyone else." Ginny whispered, and Harriet pulled out the said diary out if her robes - utterly destroyed.

"It won't." Ginny paled visibly and with a slight nod, she quickly left.

"What makes you so special?" Harriet whispered.

"You'll get the answer soon, dearest. Very soon." Marvolo replied.