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I've decided that this story will have five chapters (all roughly 2,500 words or more). Luna will be next chapter, and the winner of our last question, Mentathial, I'm not sure when Tonks will come in, but probably next chapter.

And also, Ginny's full name is GINEVRA Molly Weasley. For those of you that put Ginerva, I thought so too, but according to Harry Potter Wiki, it's Ginevra.

Hello, wonderful readers. I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I had a bunch of exams and... yeah. Those of you in middle school or high school know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, I've been getting a lot of questions on when I'm going to update a story (not necessarily this one). Well, I update in order of publication, so I update this after Day of the Dead and before Fiery Hero. All you have to do is look at the publication order and you can predict what story will be updated next (one shots, finished stories, and One Shot A Day/One Shot A Day 2 do not count in this). Thank you!

WARNINGS: LANGUAGE, NON GRAPHIC IMPLIED RAPE AND TOM'S CREEPINESS.

Disclaimer: I own nada.


Previously on His Skeleton

"He won't wake."

Fred growled. "Tom."

"Nice to see you again, Fred Weasley. Too bad I have to kill you now."


Fred snarled. "Too bad I'll have to kick your butt for daring to come near my brother."

Tom rolled his eyes. "I've learned that your bark is worse than your bite."

"Funny. I was about to say the same thing about you."

"What did you do to him?" Bill interrupted. He was staying a little, bit away from the other two, cradling his little brother's head in his lap. "Why won't he wake up?"

Tom shrugged. "The boy is going to help me."

"I wouldn't call it help if he's not doing it willingly," Fred interjected.

"He's going to bring me back to my full strength," Tom continued as though Fred had not spoken. "By giving me his life force, his soul."

"You mean you're taking it," Bill growled, whipping out his wand.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that," Tom said. "I have a friend here, and... he's quite hungry. I could wake him up, and no one will ever know what happened to Fredrick, William, and Percival Weasley."

Bill slowly placed his wand in his pocket and cradled Percy closer. Tom didn't see Bill clip a necklace around Percy's neck while he hugged him. The action was so subtle that Fred didn't notice it either.

"Why Percy?" Fred asked. "Why him and not somebody else? What the fuck did he ever do to you?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing. Percy was just so... vulnerable, easy to access, to connect with. To break."

"You sicko!" Fred screamed. "I'll kill-"

The ground shook beneath their feet and a few stones were knocked above their heads. A groan seemed to come from the huge statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Fred abruptly shut his mouth.

"Fred, like I said, I have a friend, and while he'll listen to me, if you wake him up... he won't be so lenient."

Tom crept forward, almost like a cat, and knelt down in front of Bill, who was holding Percy almost like you'd hold a baby or a small child. He reached up and brushed Percy's curls away from his face; the redhead flinched in his unconscious state.

Bill reached up to punch Tom.

The devil tightened his grip on Percy's hair and yanked his head back; the young boy cried out, stirring but not waking. The dark haired teenager nudged the tip of Percy's wand against its owner's throat.

"Nuh uh uh," Tom tuttered. "You do something I don't like, I'll have to punish this beautiful one right here, and I don't like to do that. Don't make me do something like that."

Bill put his hand down and looked prepared to tackle Tom, but didn't because Tom had yet to remove the wand tip from Percy's throat.

Tom continued to comb his fingers through Percy's hair as though nothing had happened.

"He's so beautiful. I would've liked to keep him around if only to have my way with him."

Fred kneeled over and vomited onto the tiled floor, and his elder brother went quite green in the face.

"You... are... disgusting," Bill snarled.

Tom shrugged. "Maybe I am, but I have the upper hand here; admit it. Might as well give up and leave. At least then, you'll have a chance of surviving."

"Not a chance," Fred spat, struggling to his feet and whipping out his wand. "Step away from my brother."

Tom sighed. "Suit yourself."

Without any warning, Tom shoved Bill backwards, watching with a sneer as Bill fell and collided with the floor. Then, he snapped his fingers and hissed something in Parsaltongue.

The floor shook as a huge snake burst from the statue, causing fragments of stone and marble to rain down on the four of them, although Tom wasn't affected at all.

"Don't look it in the eye," Tom advised, mockingly.

Fred and Bill sprinted away, not wanting to leave Percy but knowing better than to stay in the room with that thing.

"I-I remember reading about these in Care of Magical Creatures," Bill panted, speeding up and gasping out sentences. "Basilisks. Razor sharp teeth. Poisonous saliva. Ability to petrify someone by indirect eye contact. Ability to kill someone by direct eye contact. You know, the works."

Fred muttered, "Great."

The pair whirled around the corner and started bolting through the pipes that ran through the chamber. Unfortunately, the snake was still gaining. More and more by the second.

"Well, we can't outrun it," Fred mumbled. "And how can we kill it if we can't even see it? Know any spells?"

"Yes, but we need to get super close."

"Damn it. Should've known," Fred murmured. "Alright. Your call. Get help or not?"

"No time. Percy's with that monster. Both of them, I mean. And I'm not leaving here without him."

"Alright, so what-"

"I do have another plan, but it's risky."

Fred smiled. "Bill, do you know me? Let's do this!"


Fred whirled around the corner, skidding on his knees next to Percy and cradling his head in his lap. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Percy. So sorry," he whispered through his tears.

"Where's the curse breaker?" Tom's voice startled him, and he saw him leaning against the nearby wall, twirling Percy's wand between his fingers in boredom.

Fred burst into another round of convincing sobs; he's always been a good actor.

"Dead. The Basilisk... He told me to run. I-I left him."

Tom smirked. "Really? Hah! I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave."

"I did, too," Fred murmured. "Tom, please, I'm begging you. Just let us go."

Tom rolled his eyes. "What part of this don't you understand? I need Percy's soul."

"Why Percy's? Take mine instead."

Tom laughed. "I'm afraid that I need a connection with the subject. Remember, once upon a time, I was Percy's friend. That helped, tremendously, with this."

Fred leaned on Percy's chest, unable to respond. He wanted to tackle Tom, but he couldn't. Not if he wanted this plan to work. He twisted the rope between his fingers, the rope that they'd left with Percy when they'd run; Tom had probably assumed that it was simply to find their way back, and hadn't thought to get rid of it.

But it was Fred's only comfort now, that and Bill's plan, anyway. He knew that help was only one tug away if things got out of hand. Well, more than they already had.

"Who are you? Really..." Fred whispered, deciding to play dumb. He and Percy had discussed it, but they'd never found out for sure.

Tom chuckled before waving his own wand. His name burned in fiery letters against the wall: Tom Marvalo Riddle. He swished the wood through the air and the letters rearranged themselves to say Voldemort.

Fred nearly passed out right then. He'd suspected, but knowing was an entirely different thing. And while he didn't remember the Wizarding War, the things he heard about it told him that it was not something that should be repeated.

"You're-"

BANG! Fireworks shot out of Bill's wand, startling Tom so much that he didn't even move as the objects wacked him in the face, burning the skin.

Fred worked on tying the rope around his waist and casting a feather light charm on Percy while Bill continued to burn Tom.

"Bill!" He shouted, waving his wand. "Come on!"

Bill ran over to him and lifted Percy into his arms; then, the brothers sprinted through the chamber, not slowing down even when Tom's killing curse missed them by an inch.

"Come on!" Fred muttered. "So close..."

The entrance was fast approaching, and Fred yanked on the rope, praying that Charlie got the message. Then, he waved his wand.

"FIEND FYRE!" He screamed, watching as flames erupted from his wand, setting the chamber alight. Tom's screams and the Basilisk's screech filled the air, just as the three brothers were lifted off their feet when the rope was pulled.

"Hurry!" Bill cried as they were pulled farther and farther up the chute. "Come on, Perce. Hang on!"

Finally, they were tumbling out of the slide and sprawling across the floor, Percy held tightly in Bill's arms.

"Oh, my baby," Mrs. Weasley whispered.

"W-We need to get him to the Hospital Wing," Bill muttered, suddenly overcome with exhaustion as the adrenaline left him.

"Of course," Charlie agreed, lifting Percy up bridal style and heading for the Wing. Bill may have asked why he didn't levitate him, but he knew; Charlie needed to know that Percy was real and that he wasn't going anywhere.

"How did you do this?" George asked as he supported Fred and started walking towards the Hospital Wing; Arthur did the same with his eldest. "Defeat Riddle, I mean?"

"Fiend Fyre," Fred responded. "The Chamber is magically protected, so it won't burn the school down, but when that fire finally stops burning-whenever that may be- there won't be a chamber left. Hopefully, Riddle will get destroyed with it."

"Yeah," Bill murmured. "And maybe some day, Percy will be okay again."

Fred smiled, weakly, his eyes filled with tears. "Maybe."


When Fred woke up, at first, he didn't know where he was. It was really white... Hospital Wing?

Then, it all came rushing back: the chamber, Percy, Riddle, the fire.

And he laughed. It was over. It was all over.

He sat up, using his elbows for support, and nearly cried when he saw Percy lying in the bed beside him.

Most of his injuries were healed, except for a deep cut on his forehead. Fred wondered why Madam Pomphry hadn't fixed that.

"It's a curse wound. She can't fix it," George told him from where he sat at the end of Fred's bed.

Fred smiled, sheepishly. "Did I say that out loud?"

George laughed. "No. I'm your twin. I can usually tell what you're thinking."

Fred nodded before he turned back to Percy. "Has he-"

"He hasn't woken up yet. Bill woke up before you and went to tell Professor Dumbledore the whole story. Charlie's with Oliver on the pitch; you know them. Something emotional comes along, and they go flying. I guess it's their coping mechanism.

"Mum and Dad are sleeping. They were here all night. Ron and Ginny are off somewhere. Ron, with Harry and Hermione, and Ginny, with Colin Creevey. I think she may have a crush on him, but don't tell her I said that."

Fred chuckled. "I'm just glad she's over Harry." (For now... sorry, total Hinny shipper, although I do like Ginny/Colin)

"Well, look at that, Sleeping Beauty has awakened," Bill laughed from the doorway. "You better not have done anything questionable, George."

George smiled. "What can I say, Billy? He's irresistible."

"I know, right?" Fred laughed, giving his brother a slobbery kiss on the cheek.

"Ew!" George exclaimed, wiping the spittle from his cheek. "That was disgusting."

"I didn't know you were such a girl, George."

"Oi!" Ginny called from the doorway.

"When did you get there?" Bill asked.

Ginny shrugged. "A few seconds ago. Colin's had a cold, so he had to go get some make up work from Professor McGonagall. So here I am!"

"Nice to know, little sis," Fred laughed.

"Has he-"

"He hasn't woken up yet, but Madam Pomphry says it's only a matter of time," Bill responded.

Ginny sighed, sitting on the bed beside Percy. "He doesn't deserve this."

"No one does, Gin, but especially not Percy," Bill whispered, brushing aside some of Percy's curls. His little brother flinched in his sleep.

"Hello, my sweet."

Fred jumped at the sudden voice, looking around the Infirmary for the bastard and not finding him.

"Fred, are you alright?" George asked, reaching out to grab his arm, but Fred didn't hear or see him. The world was changing around him until he was standing back in the Chamber. Or more accurately, lying down on the floor of the Chamber.

"Tom," Fred muttered.

Tom Riddle leaned over him, brushing aside his curls with an almost loving look in his eyes.

"Get away from me," Fred spat, trying to kick him but lacking the energy.

Tom's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "So the coward has grown a backbone. But remember, honey, you're not the one calling the shots."

Then, Tom is yanking at his clothes, tearing the fabric to shreds, and he's screaming for him to stop, but of course, Tom doesn't listen.

Tom leans down and kisses him, bruising his lips and he's battling him with the little strength he still possesses. The little fight that he has left in him.

"Stop it, bitch," Tom growled, holding him down. Then, his clothes are gone and he's freezing and he's crying and it's all happening so fast and-

"Fred! Fred, it's alright!"

George? What's he doing here?

"Fred, it's okay!"

And then, the Chamber's gone and he's lying on his hospital bed, shaking like a leaf in the wind. George is leaning over him with Bill by his side, and Ginny's standing a little ways away, unsure of what to do. Madam Pomphry is standing beside the bed, looking concerned.

"What happened?" Fred whispered.

George shrugged. "We don't know. You just spaced out and then, you fell back on the bed and started shaking and screaming. We were afraid you were going to have a seizure."

Fred took a shuddering breath, not quite comprehending what he'd just discovered. "You know that bond I share with Percy. How I can... share his thoughts and dreams?"

The three redheads nodded.

"Why?" Bill asked.

Fred's eyes widened as the truth suddenly set in. "Shit!"

He shot out of bed, nearly knocking Bill off his feet, and raced over to Percy's bed, shaking his brother, almost violently.

"Percy, wake up! You're having a nightmare!"

Percy shot up in his bed, screaming so loudly, the students could probably hear him down in the Great Hall. Fred saw Bill wave his wand and cast a silencing spell.

Fred cradled Percy closer, running his hand through his damp curls and trying to stop his brother's trembling.

"Percy, shh, it's okay."

This does little to stop Percy's crying, but his shaking does subside a bit.

Fred met the others' panicked gazes, and he realized something.

Tom Riddle was gone.

Percy was safe.

The Chamber was destroyed.

But this battle was far from won.

Their struggle was far from over.

In fact, it was only just beginning.


Well, that's that! What'd you think?

so, the necklace that Bill tied around Percy's neck in the beginning of the chapter was the pendant from earlier chapters. It protects it's wearer from harmful spells, but Bill was still careful because it's not fool proof. In fact, while it's not mentioned in the chapter, the pendant slows down Tom's spell, which was sapping Percy's soul.

Thank you for reading! Bye! Bye!

Trivia:

What does Voldemort mean in English? (HINT: It's a French term)