WARNING:Anyone who's seen the original version can just go ahead and skip to the part marked 'Present'. Some chapters will start with flashbacks to the past, all of which can be read in the original version, this one being the incident that gave Harry his swords. Bad memories have a way of being stirred up after talking about them, like, for instance, the talk with Minato in the last chapter. So don't think for one minute that this flashback came out of nowhere, because it isn't.
Not going to put any warnings before or after lime or lemon in this story, as Sekirei is a more mature series and so you should expect these things and more. So if you're underage, you shouldn't be reading this anyway.
'Thoughts'
Warning: Character Death, sorta.
Chapter Three!
Past!
29th of May 2013:
All of that lead up to Harry stepping into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, looking around, seeing if he could find anything out of place, or a clue as to where the entrance was. Harry was hoping that the ghost was about somewhere when he came in so he could ask her if she saw anything, but his luck was holding true and she was out at the moment. It wasn't until he gave up and tried to wash his hands did he find anything. The sink he tried to use didn't work right, and when he went to investigate he found a snake carved into the tap.
Harry wondered if this had to do anything with Slytherin, a clue to his Heirs as to where the entrance to the Chamber could be found, perhaps? Concentrating on what he had been practicing over the last few months, he hissed § 'Open!' § and to Harry's shock the sinks parted and sunk into the floor, leaving behind a hole leading into darkness.
Just as the hole appeared, Ron came into bathroom, but before his ex-friend could say anything Harry asked, "Ron, what are you doing here?"
"I followed you Potter." Ron sneered, "I knew if I followed you, you'd lead me right to the Chamber."
"That doesn't tell me why you're doing here." Harry pressed harshly, not having the time to deal with this.
"I'm coming with Potter, she's my sister!" Ron said angrily, "I don't trust you and I want to make sure that she comes back safe."
Harry sighed sadly, wondering what happened to make his first friend to distrust him so much, before he asked, "And how, exactly, do you plan to fight a Basilisk?"
Ron just glared at him for pointing holes in his plan to be the big hero and leaped down the tunnel.
"Ronald Weasley, acting like a modern Gryffindor…" Harry commented with another sigh, before he hissed, § 'Stairs!' § and after several moments, stairs folded up from what was previously a smooth, albeit filthy and slimy, sliding tunnel.
Not wanting his impulsive ex-friend to do anything stupid, he hurried down the stairs. Ron had, surprisingly, not run on ahead and was instead waiting for Harry with a sour look on his face. "Took your sweet time, come on!" Ron hissed as he ran down the tunnel without thinking.
The tunnel turned and turned again. Harry wished that Ron wasn't with him, as much as the redhead had been a total pain in the ass this year he didn't want his friend to be hurt, or worse, killed. But with his sister at risk, Harry could see why Ron would want to come, Harry would be the same way if he had a sister. Before long though, as they crept around yet another bend, they saw a solid wall ahead of them, upon which two entwined serpents were carved, their eyes set with great, glinting emeralds.
Harry approached, knowing what he would have to do, he hissed, § 'Open!' §
The serpents parted as the wall cracked open, the halves slid smoothly out of sight, and Harry and Ron - Ron shaking from head to toe - walked inside.
They found themselves standing at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with yet more carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place.
Hearts beating very fast, Harry and Ron stood listening to the chill silence. Harry wondered if the Basilisk be lurking in a shadowy corner, behind a pillar? And where was Ginny?
Then, as they drew level with the last pair of pillars, a statue high as the Chamber itself loomed into view, standing against the back wall.
Harry and Ron had to crane their necks to look up into the giant face above: It was ancient and monkeyish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous gray feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor. And between the feet, face-down, lay a small, black-robed figure with flaming-red hair.
"Ginny!" Ron shouted out as he ran of next to his sister as he dropped his wand, once next to his sister, he held Ginny in his arms and cried out, "Ginny, Ginny - don't be dead - please don't be dead-" He flung his wand aside, grabbed Ginny's shoulders, and turned her over. Her face was white as marble, and as cold, yet her eyes were closed, so she wasn't Petrified. But then she must be -
Harry though didn't let his wand go, the one important thing he'd learnt about being a wizard was that you never let go of your wand, ever! Be it dropping it by mistake, or letting it go for one reason or another, as you never know when you'll need it. Weapon firmly in hand, he kept his eyes out for the Basilisk.
"Ginny, please wake up." Ron muttered desperately, shaking her. Ginny's head lolled hopelessly from side to side.
"She won't wake…" Said a soft voice.
Ron jumped and spun around on his knees whilst Harry span round, wand pointed at where the voice came from. Only to see a tall, black-haired teen boy leaning against the nearest pillar, watching. He was strangely blurred around the edges, as though the two Gryffindors were looking at him through a misted window, but was getting clearer by the moment.
"Who are you?" Harry asked the teen warily, not lowering his wand.
"Tom Riddle." The teen answered proudly.
"What d'you mean, she won't wake?" Ron said angrily, not caring who the boys name was, "She's not - she's not -?"
"She's still alive," Riddle said with a small smirk forming. "but only just."
"Are you a ghost?" Harry said uncertainly.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Ron asked angrily, "My sister is at risk here!"
"And that's why I asked." Harry bit back, "I don't know who he or what he is, but he's getting clearer by the moment, and that isn't something a ghost should do. Or at least I don't think they can do. So, Tom, what are you?"
"You're as smart as Ginny told me you were, even maybe smarter if you worked out I'm more than it seems." Riddle phished Harry, "For your information I'm just a memory at the moment. Preserved in a diary for fifty years."
He pointed toward the floor near the statue's giant toes. Lying open there was the little black diary, and Harry wondered what it had to do with everything. Harry had many questions, but little time to ask them, Ginny seemed to be slowly draining of life, and Ron was no real help with him panicking, so Harry said, "You've got to help us, Tom." Harry said, as Ron raises his sister's head. "We've got to get her out of here. There's a basilisk… I don't know where it is, but it could be along any moment-"
Riddle didn't move. This made Harry worried and he pointed his wand at Riddle, as he saw Ron sweating as he managed to hoist Ginny half off the floor, and bent to pick up his wand again.
But only to see that Ron's wand had disappeared.
"Did you see -?" The youngest male Weasley began.
Ron looked up, and Harry for the first time say Riddle twirling Ron's wand between his long fingers.
"Tom, give Ron's wand back to him, so we can get the hell out of here." Harry said warningly, still with his wand pointed at Riddle.
A smile curled the corners of Riddle's mouth. He continued to stare at Harry, twirling the wand idly.
"Listen, I don't know what is going on with you," Harry said urgently as he saw Ron's knees sagging with Ginny's dead weight. "but we've got to go! If the basilisk comes -"
"It won't come until it is called." Riddle replied calmly.
Harry saw Ron lowered Ginny back onto the floor, unable to hold her up any longer.
"What d'you mean?" Ron said. "I don't know what the bloody hell is going on here, but I want my bloody wand back, if what Potter is saying is true, I might need it."
Riddle's smile broadened, "You won't be needing it."
Harry stared at him, he wanted to cast something at this… whatever this Tom thing was, but he had a wand too, and a lesson he'd learned over the summer rang in his head; you never attack someone if you don't know what they're capable of, lest you yourself be defeated by your own ignorance and overconfidence. So Harry decided to keep this Tom person talking until he could decide what to do, or was forced to do something. So he asked calmly, "What d'you mean, he won't be needing his wand?"
"I've waited a long time for this, Harry Potter…" Riddle said slowly. "For the chance to see you. To speak to you."
"Look Riddle," Ron said angrily, "I don't know what know what is going on here, we're in the Chamber of Secrets and my sister is in danger. You and Potter can talk later, when my sister is-"
"Oh do be quiet Weasley." Riddle drawled condescendingly as he looked at Ron in disgust, "You and your sister are nothing more than Blood Traitors. The grownup are talking now." He smiled broadly, as he pocketed Ron's wand.
Harry stared at him. There was something very funny going on here… something he was missing to all his, so he said calmly, "Okay Tom let's talk. So tell me, how did Ginny get like this?"
"Well, that's an interesting question." Riddle replied pleasantly. "And quite a long story. I suppose the real reason Ginny Weasley's like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger."
"What are you talking about?" Ron hissed.
"Quiet." Tom said absently. "My diary. Little Ginny's been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes - how her brothers tease her," - Ron looked down in shame as he heard this - "how she had to come to school with secondhand robes and books, how," - Riddle's eyes glinted - "how she didn't think famous, good looking, great Harry Potter would ever like her. And how much her brother hated his best friend Harry Potter, for only wanting to do better in school then he did last year…"
All the time he spoke, Riddle's eyes never left Harry's face. There was an almost hungry look in them.
"It's very boring, having to listen to the silly little troubles of an eleven-year-old girl," He went on. "But I was patient. I wrote back. I was sympathetic, I was kind. Ginny simply loved me. No one's ever understood me like you, Tom… I'm so glad I've got this diary to confide in… It's like having a friend I can carry around in my pocket…"
Riddle laughed, a high, cold laugh that didn't suit him. It made the hairs stand up on the back of Harry's neck, as he began to fear the worse. Ron felt shame and disgust at what he was hearing: shame because of how he treated her that she would be forced to write to this Tom, and disgust at how Tom was talking about his sister. If he had his wand, he would be hexing this bastard for talking about his sister like this.
"If I do say so myself, Harry, I've always been able to charm the people I needed. So Ginny poured out her soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I wanted… I grew stronger and stronger on a diet of her deepest fears, her darkest secrets. I grew powerful, far more powerful than little Miss Weasley. Powerful enough to start feeding Miss Weasley a few of my secrets, to start pouring a little of my soul back into her…"
Harry felt deep dread as he connected the dots to what this Tom was telling him, and he didn't like the idea of it.
"What d'you mean?" Ron demanded, whose mouth had gone very dry.
"I think what he means is that he has been controlling your sister." Harry answered, causing Ron to pale at the thought of this, "Isn't that right, Tom? He was using your sister to open the Chamber and doing the attacks."
"You're lying!" Ron growled, not wanting to believe this, as he didn't want to think that his sister was somehow behind the attacks and that she was the reason why he been awful towards his former best friend.
"My, you are smarter than I thought you would be, Harry Potter." Riddle said softly. "Weasley, Potter is right, your sister was the one to open the Chamber of Secrets. She strangled the school roosters and daubed threatening messages on the walls. She set the Serpent of Slytherin on four Mudbloods, and the Squib's cat."
"No, you're lying, my sister hasn't got anything to do with the attacks, or opening the Chamber!" Ron argued in denial.
"Deny as much as you like Weasley, but your Blood Traitor of a sister opened the Chamber of Secrets and helped with the attacks." Tom replied calmly. "Of course, she didn't know what she was doing at first. It was very amusing. I wish you could have seen her new diary entries… far more interesting, they became… Dear Tom," He recited, watching Harry's and Ron's horrified faces, "I think I'm losing my memory. There are rooster feathers all over my robes and I don't know how they got there. Dear Tom, I can't remember what I did on the night of Halloween, but a cat was attacked and I've got paint all down my front. Dear Tom, Percy keeps telling me I'm pale and I'm not myself. I think he suspects me… There was another attack today and I don't know where I was. Tom, what am I going to do? I think I'm going mad… I think I'm the one attacking everyone, Tom!"
Harry's fists were clenched, the nails digging deep into his palms. This was the person who made his life a living hell this year, if he didn't think his spells would go right through him, he would be hexing the bastard right into hell where he belonged. Ron on the other hand didn't have any reason to hold back his mouth, and his fists apparently as he tried to punch Riddle, only to phase right through him. "You bastard, how dare you use my sister like that!"
"Oh really Weasley, demeaning yourself to Muggle fighting, can't you do anything right?" Riddle asked with an amused smile before he turned back to Harry and carried on speaking to him. "It took a very long time for stupid little Ginny to stop trusting her diary and become suspicious. She did tried to dispose of it of course, but I wouldn't allow that. As much as I hated the thought, she was the only person who had my diary. I still had some use of her before I could finally get rid of her for good, and she was a useful person to use to talk to you, the very person I was most anxious to meet…"
"And why did you want to meet him for?" Ron snarled, anger coursing through him.
"Well, you see, Ginny told me all about him, Weasley," said Riddle. "His whole fascinating history." His eyes roved over the lightning scar on Harry's forehead, and their expression grew hungrier. "I knew I must find out more about you, talk to you, meet you if I could. But I had to be careful how I did so, I didn't want to get Dumbledore suspicious of my puppet lest he find out about me. You see when I was at Hogwarts, he was my Transfiguration Professor, and when the attacks happened fifty years ago, I think he suspected me. Out of all the Professors, Dumbledore never seemed to like me as much as the other Professors did for some reason."
"I bet Dumbledore saw right through you." Ron said through gritted teeth.
"As much as I hate to agree with you Weasley, I think he did." Riddle said darkly, "Which is why I had to put the blame onto someone else and stop the attacks. But he certainly kept an annoyingly close watch on me afterwards. I knew it wouldn't be safe to open the Chamber again while I was still at school, but I wasn't going to waste those long years I'd spent searching for it. So I decided to leave behind a diary, preserving my sixteen-year-old self in its pages, so that one day, with luck, I would be able to lead another in my footsteps, and finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work and getting rid of Mudbloods from Hogwarts."
"Well, you haven't finished it." Harry argued 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?" Riddle drawled with a quiet but complete confidence, "Killing Mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore. For many months now, my new target has been you."
Harry just stared at him, as he went on to say, "I knew that you want to prove yourself innocent of what Ginny has done, and seeing that I knew no other way to get to you, I made Ginny write her own farewell in the middle of the Great Hall and come down here to wait. I knew you would find a way down here only to find out the truth, to be honest you came quicker than I thought you would. She struggled and cried and became very boring, but there isn't much life left in her… she put too much into the diary, into me. Enough to let me leave its pages at last… I have been waiting for you to appear since we arrived here. I knew you'd come. I have many questions for you, Harry Potter."
"Like what?" Harry spat, fists still clenched.
"Well," said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, "how is it that you - a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical abilities - 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, but Ron severed at the name.
"I don't see why you care how I escaped." Harry said slowly. "Not even I know. But I would like to know why you care about Voldemort, he was after your time."
"Voldemort," said Riddle softly, "is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter…" He pulled Ron's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:
TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE!
Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves:
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!
"You see?" He whispered. "It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Harry - I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew Wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest Sorcerer in the world!"
Despite fearing the person Tom would one day become, Ron couldn't help but laugh at the man. There was an air about him that remind him of Percy, a stuck up asshole, caring for nothing but himself. "Hehe, that's really pathetic, it sounds to me that you've got some father/son problems because he abandoned you and your mum." Ron laughed, feeling like a true Gryffindor as he spoke with bold confidence despite being terrified. "And what's more pathetic is that you tried to kill a toddler and failed! You'll never be the greatest sorcerer in the world, because everyone will always look at you and whisper, 'there's the sorry git that got killed by a brat in his nappies!'"
Harry blinked owlishly at his second friend, not quite believing the boy was outright mocking Voldemort - albeit a bratty sixteen year old version of him. Harry couldn't help but laugh at the picture Ron had painted though.
"Not the best-?" An embarrassed and angry Riddle blustered, he wanted nothing more to hex the Blood Traitors, but until he got his body back fully, he needed to save the little magic that he did have.
"Nope, not ever." Ron said with a grin. "The greatest Wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says so."
"I have to agree with Ron." Harry supported, refraining from listing his nitpicks about the man, "I might not see eye to eye with the old man as of late, but Albus Dumbledore is one of greatest Wizards in the country. Even when you were strong, you didn't dare try and take over Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw through you when you were at school and he still frightens you now, wherever you're hiding these days. You fear him more than anything…"
"Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!" He hissed smugly.
"Sorry to disappoint you Tommy Boy." Harry said with his own smug look, "He's not as gone as you might think. Lucius can try and kick Dumbledore out, but how long will that last? My guess is until the public hears about it tomorrow."
"Yeah! Harry is right, Dumbledore'll be back once he deals with whatever Malfoy's done." Ron said, using Harry's first name for the first time in months. In Harry's mind, should they get out of this one peace, this was the first step of fixing their friendship. He was sure it would never quite be the same after what Ron had done, but they would be friends once again
But before anyone could say something, they heard music coming from somewhere. They looked around to stare down the empty Chamber. The music was growing louder. It was eerie, spine-tingling, unearthly; it lifted the hair on Harry's and Ron's scalp and made his heart feel as though it was swelling to twice its normal size. Then, as the music reached such a pitch that Harry felt it vibrating inside his own ribs, flames erupted at the top of the nearest pillar.
A crimson bird the size of a swan had appeared, piping its weird music to the vaulted ceiling. It had a glittering golden tail as long as a peacock's and gleaming golden talons, which were gripping a ragged bundle.
A second later, the bird was flying straight at Harry. It dropped the ragged thing it was carrying at his feet, then landed heavily on his shoulder. As it folded its great wings, Harry looked up and saw it had a long, sharp golden beak and a beady black eye.
The bird stopped singing. It sat still and warm next to Harry's cheek, gazing steadily at Riddle. Harry noted the bird was completely weightless, despite it's size, which he was quite grateful for.
"That's a Phoenix…" Riddle commented, staring shrewdly back at it.
"Fawkes?" Harry breathed as he remembered seeing it from Dumbledore's Office when he was sent there after Justin Fitch-Fletchley and Nearly Headless Nick got Petrified, back then he looked awful as it was going through its Burning Day - a day it dies and was reborn in its flames. Harry was glad to see that the Phoenix looked more healthy now, as he felt the bird's golden claws squeeze his shoulder gently.
"And that…" Riddle said, now eyeing the ragged thing that Fawkes had dropped, "that's the old school Sorting Hat -"
So it was. Patched, frayed, and dirty, the hat lay motionless at Harry's feet.
Riddle began to laugh again. He laughed so hard that the dark Chamber rang with it, as though ten Riddles were laughing at once. "This is what Dumbledore sends his defender! A songbird and an old hat! Do you feel brave, Harry Potter? Do you feel safe now?"
"A bit, although I don't know why the old fool didn't come himself." Harry admitted with a grumble as he looked at Fawkes and the old Sorting Hat. "I think he lost it a bit-" Ron was nodding in agreement, a bird and a hat didn't look all that useful, "to send these things to me, instead of himself. I hope the old fool knows what he's playing at, I'll be having words with him should I get out of here in one piece."
"Very true Harry, but down to business." Riddle laughed, still smiling broadly. "Twice - in your past, in my future - we have met. And twice I failed to kill you. How did you survive? Tell me everything. The longer you talk," He added softly, "the longer you two stay alive."
Harry was thinking fast, weighing his chances. Riddle had a wand. He, Harry, also had a wand, Ron, Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, apart for himself neither of which would be much good in a duel. Even with himself, he wasn't too sure because he didn't know how good Riddle was in a duel. It looked bad alright… but the longer Riddle stood there, the more life was dwindling out of Ginny… and in the meantime, Harry noticed suddenly Riddle's outline was becoming clearer, more solid… if it had to be a fight between him and Riddle, better sooner than later.
"As I said, I don't know how I escape that night alive." Harry admitted once again to Tom. "As far as I know, no one knows why you lost your powers when you attacked me. I don't know myself. But as for why you couldn't kill me, Dumbledore told my mother died to save me. My common Muggleborn mother." He added, shaking with suppressed rage. "He told me that she stopped you from killing me. And I've seen the real you, I saw you last year. You're a wreck. You're barely alive. That's where all your power got you. You're in hiding. You're ugly, you're foul -"
Riddle's face contorted. Then he forced it into an awful smile. "So. Your mother died to save you. Yes, that's a powerful countercharm. I can see now… there is nothing special about you, after all."
"If that's what you want to believe so be." Harry shrugged, "I for one think there is more to it, how many children did you kill that had mothers begging for you to spare them and the child still died? Plenty, I'll bet, you probably enjoyed that part the most. There's more to that night then either of us know about."
But Riddle didn't seem to hear Harry, as he went on to say, "I wondered, you see. There are strange likenesses between us, after all. Even you must have noticed. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouths to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. We even look something alike… but after all, it was merely a lucky chance that saved you from me. That's all I wanted to know."
Harry stood, tense, waiting for Riddle to raise Ron's wand. But Riddle's twisted smile was widening again.
"Now, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against famous Harry Potter, and the best weapons Dumbledore can give him…"
He cast an amused eye over Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, then walked away. Harry and Ron, fear spreading up their numb legs, watched Riddle stop between the high pillars and look up into the stone face of Slytherin, high above him in the half-darkness. Riddle opened his mouth wide and hissed- but Harry understood what he was saying - § 'SSSpeak to me, SSSlytherin, greatessst of the Hogwartsss Four!' §
Harry wheeled around to look up at the statue, Fawkes swaying on his shoulder.
Slytherin's gigantic stone face was moving. Horror struck, Harry saw his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole.
And something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths.
Harry backed away until he hit the dark Chamber wall, as he felt Fawkes' wing sweep his cheek as he took flight. Harry wanted to shout, "Don't leave me!" but what chance did a phoenix have against the king of serpents?
Harry's eyes widened as he saw the giant serpent uncoiling itself from Slytherin's mouth and hit the floor, he suddenly remember Ron being there and hurriedly yelled, "RON, CLOSE YOUR -"
Something huge hit the stone floor of the Chamber. Harry felt it shudder - he knew what was happening, he could sense it, could almost see the giant serpent uncoiling itself from Slytherin's mouth.
But it was too late, Harry numbly watched his first human friend just… fell limp. The redhead landed on his face, backside up in the air. It was far from a dignified death. Harry almost expected time to slow down, or his chest to constrict, freezing him in place, but training kicked in and he jumped and sprinted out of the way just as the massive Basilisk lunged forward and snapped at him.
Riddle just laughed at this, and hissed in Parseltongue, § 'One Blood Traitor down, ssso many to go, and ssso many Mugglesss and Mubbloodsss to kill,' § then turning to the Basilisk he hissed, § 'Kill the boy!' §
Harry cringed as the snap of bones filled his ears, and when he righted himself he quickly found the cause. The Basilisk began to slither towards him, right over Ron's body.
Present!
5/6th of April 2020:
A few hours after leaving Minato's apartment found Harry in bed, his sleep was visually fitful, his body tossing and turning, small noises of distress being released accompanying his movement. He didn't show it to his friend, but his talk with Minato had stirred up the unresolved personal pain from Ron's death, bringing the memories to the forefront where his subconscious mind latched onto and warped them.
Harry's Nightmare
§ 'SSSpeak to me, SSSlytherin, greatessst of the Hogwartsss Four!' § Riddle yelled in triumph.
Harry froze as the serpent was unleashed, rearing it's head back and snapping it's eyes open. He barely felt it, but it was like a wave of magic was unleashed. It passed him by harmlessly, but he turned and discovered that Ron had not been so lucky.
"Incarcerous!" Riddle cast, summoning a rope that quickly had Harry tied before he could react, eyes still staring at Ron's cooling body.
"You motherfucking bastard!" Harry said darkly at Riddle.
"Oh-ho! Quite the mouth on you, boy!" Tom laughed. "But the fun has just begun…"
Confused, Harry turned to where Riddle was looking, only for his heart to stop as he saw nearly everyone he cared about all enter the Chamber. Hermione was in the front holding Luna's hand, followed by Master Liu, Alex, Wyatt, Kheera, and Tonks, who had taught him martial arts, use runes, wandless magic, shaman magic, and how to use his metamorphmagus talents, respectively. Behind these five were other teachers he'd had over the years, even the ones who had only taught him for a little while, it seemed like anybody that had a hand in shaping him was there.
"Run, get out of here!" Harry cried, struggling against the ropes.
They didn't listen, or maybe even couldn't hear him. Hermione and Luna met the same fate as Ron, just collapsing forward like puppets with their strings cut, very short, breathy screams being released.
"Stop."
Kheera raised her staff and a band of white magic formed around the other's eyes like large bottle glasses. Another twirl caused a bubble of pink magic to spring up and protect them. All except for Master Liu, who charged forward with hands glowing. One palm thrust caused the Basilisk's head to snap back, even throwing it up in the air. The second froze the front half of its body solid. This, against everything Harry knew of the man, caused him to grow overconfident and think he'd won.
This was proven to be completely untrue as the Basilisk's tail swung around and skewered him clean through the chest.
"This isn't what happened!"
The ice shattered explosively, peppering Kheera's barrier hard enough to break it. Reeling from the magical backlash she was easy prey for the Basilisk's jaws. With a snap and a crunch the attractive Shaman was no more, a single severed arm all that remained as the snake swallowed the rest. Kheera's spell may have remained, keeping the other's from being exposed to the deadly stare, but that didn't protect them from it's massive body and jaws as it laid into them, devouring or crushing them.
"STOP!" Harry screamed, unable to take it. Riddle constant, mocking laughter was only making it worse.
But suddenly everything seemed to freeze, and a surge of warmth filled Harry before everything seemed to crack and shatter. The scenery around him falling into nothing, leaving a white void behind. Now that the ropes were gone Harry collapsed bonelessly to the 'floor' and cried. He hadn't cried in so long, but after seeing that it was just too much to handle.
"So this is what happened to my best mate, eh? Crying like a girl?" Harry heard.
Sitting up and preparing to lay into the person who was mocking him he turned, only to freeze as he saw Ron. The redhead looked like he hadn't changed at all since his death, at least physically, but the look in his eyes was completely peaceful.
"Ron?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yep, you'd be shocked what kind of favours saving a continent and maybe the world will get you." Ron replied. "So I'm here to kick your arse into gear."
"So it's really you? This isn't just some crazy hallucination?" Harry asked, skeptical and disbelieving.
"Yep! Well, sorta. Feels like a lot of my memories are blocked off, so don't ask anything about the afterlife or nothing." He answered, rubbing his head as he tried to explain it. "You never went to see my painting, you know."
Harry winced at the accusation, even if there was no bite or heat behind it. "I… I meant to, it was just…"
"I was a jealous pounce with virtually no redeeming qualities?" Ron asked, causing Harry to wince again. That hadn't been what he was going to say, but he did remember thinking something along those lines way back when. "Eh, don't blame ya there, I was pretty much a huge weight around your neck. I can admit it." The redhead said with a laugh.
Harry just blinked, not expecting that at all.
"Betcha didn't expect that, huh?" Ron laughed again, a happy sound, genuinely delighted he was surprising his friend to such a degree. "Death's been good to me - I guess, I can't actually remember why I'm more mature - but we're not here about that, I'm here to help you move on."
"Ron it's my fault, I should have stopped you, I knew you weren't immune to the Basilisk's stare. You died because of me." Harry protested.
Ron snorted, "You think I would have listened? There was nothing you could have said short of Stunning me or tying me up that would have stopped me. And even then I was so worked up it's more than likely I would have had a flare of accidental magic that freed or woke me up. Then I would have just charged in anyway and made things worse for you."
Harry was silent, so Ron continued. "Listen, I don't blame you. I'm here, in person, to tell you that I forgive you for whatever you feel you've done. Things are going to start happening soon, things that require your full attention and power. You've been holding back more than you realize. If you're distracted because you're feeling bad about things in the past, you're going to die, and the people that are going to come to count on your are going to die. An entire species is going to die or worse by a man who's just as bad as Dumbledore or Voldemort ever were." He explained, "Be warned though, his mad plan has only just begun. His true game plan is still hidden from everyone, and if you want to stop him before it begins, you need to be at full power, because even that might not be enough. I'm afraid that's all I can tell you, I've already said far more than I'm supposed to, but bugger the rules, you're still my best mate and I won't let you go into this blind if I can help it!"
Harry stood up, honestly feeling lighter than he had in a long time. There was a fire in him, one that he'd thought had burned out years ago. "Alright Ron, I'll do my best to move on. Thanks, mate, for everything."
"Hey, I'm dead, picking your sorry arse up out of the dirt is one of the most rewarding things I could do. Besides, you're gonna get some new birds in your life soon and I'll be damned if I have to watch you turn half of them down because your self esteem is low. Speaking of pretty birds," Ron said before slugging Harry in the arm. "That's for losing your virginity in a bloody threesome, you lucky bastard!"
Harry watched with a bittersweet smile as Ron's body disappeared, his grumbles about life being unfair lingering for a few more seconds. "Goodbye, old friend." Harry said as he watched his friend disappear.
Inhaling slowly, releasing a long breath before he felt himself waking up.
Harry's Nightmare End
6th of April 2020:
Harry awoke feeling the same sort of peace he'd felt at the end of his dream. It had been a while since he had had that nightmare, not since his fifth year, actually, when he'd shoved it to the back of his mind and did his best to never think of it again. The only good thing that came out of that day was that he'd gotten his short swords that he used to defeat the Basilisk. They had come in a surprising amount of handy during the war.
The ending was new though, and it was good to speak to his friend one last time, something he really needed to hear. When he had some time he would be sure to visit his friend's painting and talk to him. But the warning about a man as bad as Dumbledore and Voldemort was worrying, even more so when you factored in that apparently whoever wrote the rules Ron needed to follow wouldn't let him tell Harry the man's name. On a lighter note, the comment about getting girls, likely more than two, judging from his word choice and envious tone, was a very interesting discovery and caused his mind to begin wondering who they could be.
He was interrupted from his thoughts when he felt something move next to him, and when he looked he saw that Musubi was beginning to wake up, wearing one of his shirts - apparently she had woken up briefly, because he'd originally draped the shirt over her for when she woke up. Blinking slowly at the sight Harry remembered the night before, 'Well, looks like interesting times are ahead of me once again." He thought to himself. Upon seeing her breasts stretching his shirt to the point of actually ruining it for him, a lustful smile formed on his face. If Ron was right about the others, and they had the same size breasts as this one, or similar endowments, then there was only one thing he could decide, 'Let the interesting times begin.'
"Oh I really must have dozed off there." Musubi said with the most genuine tone of innocence Harry had ever heard, unaware of her surroundings. Once she awoke properly she realized where she was, or at the very least became aware that she didn't recognize her surroundings as she looked round and asked herself, "How did I get here?"
"I brought you here when you fainted yesterday." Harry answered her, "I hope you're okay?"
"Oh, good morning!" She said cheerfully as she noticed him. She gasped quietly as she remembered what he did for her the night before. She bowed her head, "I would like to thank you for giving me your shirt last night to sleep in." She then began to remove it whilst Harry was still in the room, as if it was a normal thing to do.
'Hot damn,' Harry thought to himself as her breasts bounced free of her shirt once she finally managed to get it off with a bit of struggling. They proved to be even larger when they weren't being compressed by tight clothing. 'I'm not complaining, I'm not daft, but does this girl have absolutely no modesty?' He thought to himself, aloud saying, "I think I'll go out and wait for you to change." He offered before he left the room out of respect. Just because she didn't seem to have any modesty didn't mean he felt comfortable leering at her like some kind of pervert. He only did that when he had permission, or he had spent the night with them.
A few minutes later Musubi stepped out of the room dressed in the outfit she'd been wearing yesterday. He suggested they head to the kitchen, which she happily agreed to. He cooked breakfast… and then cooked more breakfast… and then yet more breakfast as Musubi kept cutely asking for more. Flipping a pancake he at her ravenous appetite, "No wonder you fainted yesterday, you must have been hungry."
"I have to thank you, Harry-san," Musubi said, "not only did you save me yesterday, but you're also feeding me, for that I don't know how I can repay you."
"Ah, it's nothing." Harry replied, waving it off. "as I said yesterday, I couldn't let them hurt a beauty like you, and as for the food, I'm happy to provide. I've always enjoyed cooking, and seeing the content looks of the people I'm feeding only adds to that." 'Although I'm going to need to buy more food if she's going to be staying here for any longer than today.' Harry thought to himself as he watched her eat her fourth full helping of food.
As they finished eating he grabbed their plates from the table and carried them into the kitchen. He may like the county, but he vastly preferred western style furniture when it came to most everything. "Harry-san, I know you've already done a lot for me already, but can I ask a favour?"
Not seeing the harm he said, "Sure what is it?"
"May I… spend another night here please?" She asked hesitantly.
"What? Don't you have a place to stay for yourself?" Harry asked, confused that she wouldn't have a friend or someone she knew to stay with.
"I'm sorry," Musubi said timidly, "but I haven't…"
"Oh," He replied lamely, not sure how such a thing was possible considering how likable the girl was. "Sure, as long as my landlord doesn't find out. He's a real ass and he and I don't get along. He doesn't like what I do for a living, jealousy, but he won't admit it. If he sees you here he'll finally have a reason, since it's against his policy to have women over for any longer than… visits." He explained slowly, unsure how she would handle knowing 100 percent of his visitors spent most of their time in his bed. "A few hours is too long for him, a few days would be far too much. So, I would appreciate it if, in return, you promise not to answer the door, keep out of sight and silent when someone knocks and I answer it, and when you go out don't let anyone see you leaving through the front."
"Thank you Harry-san!" Musubi exclaimed as she stood up and bowed to him.
As she sat down again, he asked something he wanted to ask yesterday but couldn't, "So yesterday, why were those sisters after you? Something about you being a... Sekirei, I think it was?"
Instead of answering she leaned in and said, "You're so wonderful, caring and giving, I just wished someone like you could be my Ashikabi-sama."
"What is an Ashikabi? And what has it got to do with you being a Sekirei?" asked Harry.
"An Ashikabi to a Sekirei, is their special one, one that we're meant to find." Musubi explained passionately, "I've been looking for mine for a long time. Although we've never met them, we Sekirei are born to serve our Ashikabi, to follow and love them for all time, to do whatever they ask and require of us to our best ability, no matter what it could be. It's our job to guide them to the higher sky above."
'That sounds like some kind of Master/Slave relationship.' Harry thought to himself, which made the sister's outfits from yesterday a lot more literal than his joking comments about being dominatrixes. 'Damn, unless whoever their Ashikabi is strong willed and somewhat powerful enough to control them, I feel sorry for the bastard. Just because they're twins and a man's wet dream come true doesn't mean they'll be controlled easily, they'll eat him alive.'
Musubi leaned in closer as she spoke, cheeks growing even redder and eyelids lowering, but he gently nudged her back. Not because he minded being kissed by someone as attractive as her, but the sudden change from her normal persona to a sultry one was strange and he didn't want to take advantage of her like this. It would be all too easy to do so, with how simple minded she seemed to be. Instead he changed the subject and asked, "How can these Sekirei lead their Ashikabi to the skies above?"
Before she could answer there was a knock on the door, so Harry went to answer it and found it was his fat, petty landlord. "Good morning Landlord, how can I help you?" Harry said with a forced smile.
"I heard voices and I wanted to check it out." The Landlord said.
'Like fuck you did,' Harry thought darkly, before answering, "It was the TV, Keito new anime. Called Sekirei, ever heard of it?"
The Landlord huffed, either not believing him or just upset that Harry hadn't slipped up and done something against his many, many rules. "No." He answered with an ugly look.
"Shame, got some great looking girls in it." Harry said as the Landlord turned and walked away, just to tweak the man's nerve. 'Jealous jackass, can't get your own woman so you get off on trying to keep others from getting any. Pathetic.'
Harry retook his head, casting a silencing spell on the room for good measure in case his landlord came back and began listening at the door, "So, to the skies?" He asked, picking up where they left off.
"We fight other Sekirei until there is only one Ashikabi," Musubi explained "The last Ashikabi and his or her Sekirei left standing can Ascend and be granted one wish each. Whatever their wish is, it's granted, no matter what the wish is."
'Any wish, no matter what it is will be granted.' Harry repeated to himself, shuddering at the thought, 'Damn I'm glad Dumbledore and Voldemort are dead. If they won this thing... I don't want to even think about it. Even still, if those wishes land in the hands of the wrong person, the world as we know it could end.'
"So can anyone become a Ashikabi?" Harry asked.
"I... don't know." Musubi admitted, tapping her fist against her temple in her thinking pose. It was pretty adorable. "All I remember is that Sekirei can somehow find them, but I don't know how. I can't remember that part."
'Damn it.' Harry thought. He was hoping he could become one so he could assure that no one with sinister purposes got the wish.
"Although I think you might be my Ashikabi-sama." Musubi said, which Harry barely caught as he was so engrossed in his thoughts.
"Really?" Harry couldn't believe his luck, maybe he could be entered in this game after all. "Is there a way to find out?"
"We just kiss, Harry-san." Musubi said with a smile as she leaned closer to him, "That's why I didn't want to fight the women yesterday. Until I find my Ashikabi-sama and become his Sekirei, my powers are limited."
'A kiss, not a bad way to find out.' Harry thought, but as Musubi was only a few inches away, her belly began to rumble and she pulled away.
'Cock blocked by a loud belly, that's a first, surprisingly.' Harry thought, trying not to become annoyed.
"I'm sorry Harry-san, but I'm hungry again." Musubi declared without a hint of shame, though sounding highly apologetic.
"Again?" Harry asked, having a hard time believing it. She'd eaten enough to feed an entire family of five less than two hours ago. "You have one hell of a high metabolism."
"High what?" Musubi asked cluelessly.
"I… don't actually know what metabolism is specifically, but when people say high metabolism they usually mean that they digest food very fast. If you have a slower metabolism you take longer to digest your food, so you don't eat as much. people with higher metabolisms are also usually skinny, some even completely unable to grow fat, because they just can't gain that much weight before their body breaks it down and uses it for fuel. I'm like that, and so is Minato, my friend from yesterday." He lectured.
"Oh!" Musubi said, eyes lighting up with recognition. "I understand, I have that too!" She grabbed her chest, fingers sinking into her soft breasts. "These just keep getting bigger though. Does that count?"
"...No." He replied slowly, suddenly not nearly as annoyed as he was before at the amount of food she ate. "Okay, I'll take you to lunch and then we see if I'm your Ashikabi."
o0OoO0o
"That was delicious, Harry-kun," Musubi declared later at the small eatery they'd stopped at, "thank you for the lunch!"
"That's okay Musubi. Are you full now?" He was hoping so, she had eaten eight meals, which he spent a good portion of his money on.
"Yes I am Harry-kun," Musubi said thankfully. "I know, as thanks, can I make you dinner tonight?"
"Sure, why not." Harry answered, it wouldn't pay for what it cost him, but it would be a new experience to have someone else cook for him for the night, "but I need to get some money from the bank. Why don't you go to the supermarket down the street and start picking out some food to make and I'll meet you there?"
"Sure Harry-kun!" Musubi nodded excitedly.
"Good, I'll see you then." He sent her one last smile before turning and leaving, place a good sized tip with the last of his money.
But this simple plan just wasn't to be, because as he was walking down the street, he saw the twins from yesterday, they were handing out leaflets for a grand reopening of the family restaurant Donna Mendez. 'Oh not these two again,' Harry grumbled to himself, 'I haven't got the time for them.'
But before he could take another route to the bank, they spotted him, "Hey you're the guy from yesterday who ran away with that Sekirei!" The one he remembered was named Hikari exclaimed.
"And you're the ones with a thing for S&M, so what of it?" Harry countered.
"Where's that Sekirei at now, pal?" Her twin Hibiki demanded.
"Like I would tell you lady." Harry said firmly, having no plans of telling them where Musubi was.
But once again fate found his sorry ass, and wanted him to be her bitch once again, as at that moment Musubi came running up behind him, calling out his name, "Harry-kun! Silly me, I forgot to ask what you wanted for dinner tonight."
"Damnit..." Harry muttered to himself, cursing Fate. He turned around, calling back, "Musubi, run for it, get out of here!" Knowing full well she wasn't ready to fight the twins as she was. He, on the other hand, could handle them himself.
"This is the second day in a row that we meet an unwinged Sekirei." Hibiki commented, as she held her sister's hand and static appeared around her fingers.
"I guess the city is smaller than it appears, imouto." Hikari replied, her own hands lighting up.
As this was happening, people were looking at them in shock and awe, thinking it was some kind of show that the restaurant was putting on.
"It's you two again!" Musubi cried as she saw them, pointing a finger at them.
"You're too slow!" Hikari laughed as she stuck Musubi with a lightning bolt. The blast tore into the abdomen of her clothes, revealing the underside of her breasts, but did a surprising lack of actual damage to her. There was a bit of red skin, but that was all.
"Are you alright Musubi?" Harry asked as he stepped in front of her to guard her downed form.
"We assumed that you would wing yourself with this guy yesterday when you ran off with him." Hikari commented, as Musubi stood up.
"Looks like that hasn't happened yet." Hibiki continued, voice lowering into something more threatening, "Nor will it happen..."
"...We won't allow it to happen!" Hikari continued.
"Lucky us." They both hissed, punctuating their statement with a crackle of electricity.
"If you ladies want to get to her, you'll have to go through me." Harry declared, "I'm not the same man I was yesterday, the fight will be even harder."
"You think we have to go through you?" said Hikari.
"You're wrong. We control lightning, we can go right around you!" And to prove it, she and her sister stuck a powerful lightning bolt towards Musubi.
A sharp metal twang rang out as Harry summoned his blades and send the bolt of lightning hurtling back at them. Harry stumbled back into Musubi's arms from the awkward upward swing, but the sister's had to dive clear out of the way as their own attack threatened to fry them.
Her arms around Harry's hard chest, Musubi began to get hot and bothered but couldn't understand why.
"That's it." Harry growled, his eyes flashing amber, "Another step closer or another attack, and you'll be sorry."
"Why are you even protecting her?" Hibiki demanded and she and her sister rejoined hands, "It's not like you're her Ashikabi."
"Musubi, run." Harry ordered, raising his blades into a ready stance, but Musubi's hug just tightened as she pressed herself against his back. Her body was too hot to listen, all she could come to think about kissing and… doing things with him she couldn't quite grasp. Instinct foreign to her demanded she take action, but her lack of knowledge held her back and left her confused. "And as for why I'm protecting her, I might not be her Ashikabi but she doesn't want to fight you right now and I happen to hate bullies like you. And I'm not just protecting her, I'm keeping everyone here safe that you seem to forget exist. You might have to fight each other one day, but you don't have to do it now, and where innocents could be hurt." Harry continued, doing his best to ignore Musubi's clearly aroused breasts rubbing against his back and her wandering hands.
"Like we care about them." Hikari scoffed.
"But if you want to die with her, so be it," said her sister.
Harry growled again in his throat, realizing they would need to make a run for it to somewhere where the nearby people, who were still there, gawking like idiots, wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. He had to pry Musubi's hands off of him before he could turn to pick her up, but before he did he shuddered as he heard her breathy whimper of, "My body, it feels so strange."
After picking her up bridal style he had to admit she was right, she not only looked hot and flustered, but her body was actually radiating heat. He did his best to ignore it though and take off, magic being used to enhance his speed to try and outrun the lightning twins hot on his tail. Being what he was he probably could have outrun them without any enhancement from his magic, but he'd promised his friend he would stop holding back, and now was a good a time as any to stay true to his word.
o0OoO0o
Thanks to his speed, Harry was actually able to outrun them after a while and found an abandoned building they could hide in while he performed a few wide area scans to check and make sure they were actually gone. It looked like some kind of factory, but what kind he couldn't ascertain.
He was glad that they were safe for another reason; Musubi was getting worse from whatever was affecting her. "Musubi, are you alright? Your face is red, you're pale, and your temperature is through the roof." Harry asked in concern.
"I don't know Harry-kun, I don't feel right." Musubi admitted faintly, as she clumsily pushed Harry against a wall. "Help me, please, Harry-kun, I don't know what's happening to me. My body is so hot and it's only getting worse!"
"Are you sick, is it a Sekirei thING!?" Harry asked, only to raise his voice as Musubi lost control of her legs and dragged them down. Harry landed on top of her, one hand on the hard ground while the other sunk into her large breast.
"Harry-kun, your touch feels so good..." Musubi exhaled heatedly.
Harry knew he shouldn't be doing this, not like this, nor here, but he couldn't help himself, it was like something came over him. He began to run his fingers over Musubi's breasts, rubbing his palms against her hard nipple. That's when Harry realized why she was like this, she was overly aroused for some reason and it was affecting him, not that he minded mind you. If she was willing and allowing him to do this, who was he to say no.
"Oh yes, Harry-sama." Musubi moaned lowly, her arms curling around him to pull him closer, "That feels so good. Please, more, kiss me Harry-sama!"
Harry was all too happy to do so, his hands working to remove her ruined top for better access to her chest. This turned out to be a good thing, because the second they initiated the kiss Harry felt a good portion of his magic suddenly flood Musubi, either fuelling or just enhancing the process that was naturally taking place in her body. In a burst of light incredibly solid looking wings made of strips of light pink energy appeared on her back. They effortlessly carved furrows in the solid concrete below her body, but neither of the two paid them any mind as they were far too into the kiss. Their tongues met, enhancing the experience even further. Musubi moaned loudly and wrapped both of her legs around his waist, grinding his bulge against her core while Harry kneaded her chest.
They probably wouldn't have even noticed one of the windows shattering from a stray bolt of lightning as the twins randomly launched attacks at the building, but one of the shards, a smaller one thankfully, slashed open Harry's arm near the elbow.
Hissing in pain, a very pissed off Harry raised himself to look out the destroyed window, followed by a glowering Musubi, who looked angrier than most would think her even capable. Neither look boded well for the twins.
To Be Continued!
Author's Notes: And so here ends the next of Harry Potter and the Sekirei Plan here, I hope you like this new version of this story. So you know this isn't the last flashback in the story, they'll be many more to show how Harry became who he is today. I hope that you liked the dream, and having Ron appear in it and give Harry the heads up, I would like to thank Slice for that.
I would like to thank all those who reviewed, put me in your favourites and if you're from , put me on your C2. Anyway, now that you've spent the time to read this story, could you spend a few minutes to review and let me know what you think? Like it or not, I would like to hear what you think and what you would like to happen next. Also should you have a C2 and you like this story, could you add this to it so others can learn about this story if it happens to fit the theme of your C2.
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I'm after some help to write and I need some ideas or what to change and what should happen. I do have my own plot planned, but ideas and scenarios can always be inserted or modified and inserted if need be. I also need help with filling the missing Sekireis spots. If you got any ideas or OC's Sekireis I would like your help.
I've whipped up a guideline of sorts for an OC sheet, to make everything more neat and easy to archive, if you want to use characters from other anime to be Sekirei, then add them to the sheet instead:
Name of the Sekirei:
Number: (Here's a link to what numbers have already been used: wiki/Sekirei)
Gender: (Both male and female are welcome, we have a lot of spaces to fill for other Ashikabi/Sekirei pairs)
Powers: (Only one per Sekirei. Basically what type is your Sekirei Power, if you don't know what power you want you can browse the wikia for ideas. Please try to be different with this, don't want abilities repeated too often, though I will admit it's going to happen no matter what. But more ideas will lessen the chance for it happening too often.)
Weapon: (If applicable)
Aptitude with their power: (Example: A stealth dagger type that's too clumsy to be very sneaky, possibly due to a small body and enormous breasts)
Bio:(What did he/she do after activation? The more here the better)
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Appearance: (What they look like, if you got a link to a reference picture of what they look like, all the better)
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I'm looking for those interested to post their own work and help other with their own stories, whether that be ideas or just honest criticism or just to bounce ideas around or talk. So if you could have a look, I look forward to new members to the group.
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