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Ron's POV

I gasped. We had actually found the entrance to the Chamber. I looked down the pipe, and saw that it was pitch black and there was no way of knowing how long down it went. I tried not to think of how many spiders might be down there, and shuddered violently. "You okay, Ron?" Fang asked. I rolled my eyes. That bird-kid never misses anything. "Yeah, just a bit cold," I lied.

I looked at Harry as he cleared his throat. "I'm going down there," he said, his eyes glistening. "Me too," Fang said.

I looked in the hole again and nodded bravely. If there was even the slightest chance that Max was still alive, I was going down there and doing my best to get her out. "Well, you clearly don't need me. I'll just-" Lockhart tried, but the three of us turned to him, and Fang, who was pointing his wand at Lockhart's chest, said coldly, "You can go first."

With a white face, Lockhart stumbled over to the giant hole. "Boys, really this isn't necessary-" he tried, but I pocked him hard in the back, and he went falling into the exposed pipe. Harry climbed in next, clung onto the side and let go. He disappeared from sight.

Fang then went next. Instead of sliding down like us, he studied the pipe and flipped his dark wings open. I was still amazed by the flocks wings. He flew down the pipe, his wings slightly bent in for space. I jumped in after him.

I couldn't put words on what this felt like. I thought I heard Harry yelling something about a slide, but I'v never heard that word before, so I probably misheard him. My heart was in my throat, and my heart was doing somersaults in my chest. The adrenaline rushed through my veins, and I couldn't fight a smile. At a sharp turn in the pipe, my shoulder banged against the curve in the pipe, and I cursed loudly.

The pipe leveled out after a few minutes, and I flew out and landed on the ground with a huff. I stood up and rubbed the slime and dirt from my robes and red hair. "We must be miles and miles under the school," Harry said, looking around at the walls. "Under the lake probably," I said. I looked to my left to ask Iggy what he thought of this, but then remembered that he was miles above us, lying in the hospital wing, unable to move.

The thought just made me more determined to go ahead and not stop.

Lockhart was in front of us, brushing off his purple robes. He looked as white as a ghost. We all looked at the darkness ahead, and Harry and Fang pulled out there non-broken wands and said, "Lumos!"

Their wands lit up, and we walked down the tunnel. It was so dark that we couldn't see much ahead. "Remember," Harry said, "That the basilisk kills you by using his eyes. So if you see any movement at all, shut your eyes as fast as you can."

Despite Harry's words, the tunnel was quiet and we didn't see anything. I was looking everywhere for a trace that Max had been here, but I couldn't see anything. Not even a footprint.

Then, through the darkness, I saw something. It was big, and lying on the floor, stretching for a long time. "Guys," I said in a hoarse voice, "There's something up there." We all froze, and Lockhart whimpered. "It's not moving," Fang whispered, "Maybe its asleep?" he said nervously, which panicked me. Fang never panics.

Very slowly, our eyes half-shut, we walked over to the thing ahead. Harry and Fang's wands slid onto a gigantic snake-skin that was a poisonous looking green. It looked to be about twenty-feet.

"Merlin," Fang breathed. There was a bang behind us, and I wheeled around. Lockhart had collapsed onto the ground, and he was shivering violently. "Nerves of steel, this one," I said, shaking my head. "Get up!" I ordered.

Then, Lockhart jumped up and pounced on me, knocking me to the ground. I banged my head on the hard floor, and felt Lockhart feeling around my robes for my wand. He found it, and pulled it out. I pulled myself to my feet, rubbing my head. He was pointing my wand at Harry and Fang, completely oblivious to the Spellotape around the middle.

"This little mission ends here, lads!" he cried, a crazy glint in his eyes. "I'll take this skin back to the school, tell them how I was too late to save the girl, and how you three of you went mad at the sight of her mangled body! Say good-bye to your memories!"

He raised my broken wand and pointed it straight at Harry's dirty face. "You first, Potter!"

"Obliviate!"

It seemed as though the wand had exploded. I was used to bombs, living with Iggy and Gazzy, and this seemed like one. The ceiling of the tunnel started falling on top of us, and Lockahrt was flung backwards. I covered my head with my hands, and ran away from the bits of ceiling. I heard Harry running the opposite way, and I couldn't tell where Fang was.

When the rocks had stopped falling on top of us, I looked around. Lockhart was lying on the ground, a silly smile on his face. I looked to my right, and saw Fang, and groaned. There was a huge gash on his forehead, and it was bleeding heavily. There was a huge wall of boulders separating me and Harry.

I was reviled to hear Harry's voice bellowing, "Ron! Fang! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm here," I roared. "What about Fang?" Harry asked. "He got hit with some falling rock, and his head is bleeding. He's knocked out, but I'm sure Fang will be alright," I said, looking at Fang's pale face.

"Okay. It will take too long for just the two of us to move these rocks! I'll go ahead and find Max, and you start moving the rocks. If I'm not back in an hour-"

"Yeah, alright. Go on, I'll move the rock," I interrupted, not wanting him to finish to sentence. "I'll see you later," Harry said, and I heard his muffled footsteps as he walked away.

I looked around frantically. Fang's head was bleeding more and more, so I ripped off the end of my robes and wrapped it around his head, covering the deep cut. Then I started shifting the rocks.

Harry's POV

I walked away from Ron and Fang, ignoring the voice in my head telling me to go back and I past the giant snake skin. Soon, the sounds of grunting and the rocks being moved became distant, then non-existent. I have no idea how long I walked for, and couldn't wait for the tunnel to come to an end, but I was dreading when it did.

Soon after, I turned a last corner, and saw a solid wall with two entwined snakes with glittering green eyes were carved on it. I didn't have to try and imagine them being real as I did in the bathroom, the eyes were unnervingly real. "Open up," I said, but it came out as a strange hiss. The serpents parted and the wall cracked open.

I walked inside, shaking from head to toe.

I was standing in a large chamber with tall statues of snakes on either side of me. I walked down the chamber, wondering whether the basilisk was now, and where was Max? I pulled out my wand and continued down the chamber. When I got to the end, I saw the huge statue of Salazar Slytherin.

And between the statues feet was a small, dirty-blonde haired figure. "Max!" I cried and I ran towards her, relief flooding through me. I knelt down beside my best friend, and looked into her face. She was as pale as a sheet, and her skin was as cold as ice.

"Max! Please don't be dead- please, please be fine- come on Max, wake up!" I said, throwing my wand aside and grabbing Max's shoulders. Her head lopped to the side uselessly, just like a dead person.

"Max, please wake up," I nearly sobbed.

"She's not going to wake," said a cold voice beside me. I dropped Max's shoulders and turned around on my knees.

A tall, handsome boy with black hair was standing out from the shadows, watching me. He was slightly blurred around the edges, but I knew who he was straight away.

"Tom Riddle?"

Tom Riddle's POV

I watched the events unfold in silent amusement. Of course, being Lord Voldemort, it wasn't real amusement.

I stayed in the shadows and watched as the door to the Chamber opened, and Harry Potter walked in, looking around the beautiful Chamber with fear and amazement on his face. When he saw the girl, he sprinted to her side, foolishly throwing his wand to the side, and pleaded for her to wake up. The love was clear in his eyes, and it made me disgusted. Yet another reason for me to kill the boy.

I stepped from the shadows and grabbed his wand, and he never noticed. "She won't wake," I said calmly. The boy wheeled around, and when he saw me, he frowned, then said, "Tom Riddle?"

I nearly winced at the Muggle name I was given. I was more then my father, who had left my mother just because she was a witch. I hated the man, but I had gotten my revenge.

I nodded, and Potter didn't seem phased that I was still sixteen years old. And the girl had told me that he was intelligent. Although, he would need to be smart to have defeated me, being the greatest wizard of all time.

"Tom, what did you mean she won't wake? She's not-" I took pleasure in his discomfort. It soothed me. "Oh, don't worry. She's not dead yet, but she's quite close. Not much longer, I'm afraid," I said. I practically beamed with the fear and pain in Potter's eyes. This was going to be a fun time.

"What are you? A ghost?" Potter asked, staring me up and down. So, this boy wasn't a complete idiot. I decided to humor him..until I killed him.

"No, not a ghost. A memory, preserved in a diary for fifty years."

I pointed to the feet of noble Slytherin, where the black diary I had bought so long ago was lying. The silly girl had dropped it when she felt me escaping. Potter stared at it, then turned back to me.

"You need to help me Tom," he said, lifting the girl's head, trying to lift her up. I didn't move. "We've got to get out of here, theres a basilisk, but I don't know where it is, but it could come here any minute...Please help me to get Max out of here." Still, I didn't move. If you looked closer at me, you would notice that my eyes were twinkling. Now, this, was what I lived for. Torturing people.

Potter managed to life Ride off the ground, carrying her bridle-style, but his knees were wobbling with the girl's dead weight. Potter looked to the ground for his wand, and I started twirling it in my long, slender fingers.

"Tom, have you seen-?" he started, but his shockingly green eyes fell on the wand twirling between my fingers. He put Ride back on the ground, and reached out to me. "Thanks," he said. I nearly laughed. The boy thought I was just going to give him his wand! What a foolish child...

I didn't do anything but smile at him. He seemed to be getting annoyed now. "Listen, we need to leave! The basilisk could come around any minute-"

"Don't worry, Harry. The basilisk won't come until its called," I said, still smiling. Potter's eyes narrowed, and I knew he was starting to get suspicious now. "What do you mean? Look, just give me my wand," Potter said, sounding irritated. "You won't be needing it," I said simply.

"What d'you-?"

"I've waited a long time for this, Harry Potter. For the chance to speak to you, to be with you."

"Yeah, brilliant, but unless you've noticed, were in the Chamber of Secrets so I think we should leave. We can talk all you want later," Potter said, his eyes flickering to Ride. "No, Harry. Were going to talk now."

There was a moment of silence, then Potter asked, "What happened to Max?" he asked, his eyes flickering with pain.

"Oh that's quite an interesting question," I said in a falsely cheerful voice. "I'm going to say that the reason Maximum Ride is like this is because she trusted an invisible stranger and spilled all her secrets to him." Potter frowned, looking at Ride. I must admit this myself, she was an extremely pretty girl, but there was no affection in my heart, like always.

"I don't understand what your talking about," Potter said, keeping his eyes on his wand in my hands.

"The diary Harry. Little Max has been writing in it for months and months, telling me all about her past in the place called the School, how her `brothers' wold tease her sometimes, and about the nightmares she would get at night. But-" I said, looking Potter right in the eyes, "She mostly told me of you."

There was shock in his eyes, but it faded away to an emotion I couldn't recognize. But all the same, my dark eyes stayed on Potter's pale face, looking at him hungrily.

"I must admit, Harry," I continued, "It got very boring, having to listen to a freaks problems all day long. But I was patient and sympathetic and Maximum simply loved me. She would tell me that she was so glad to have me as a friend she could trust, someone that would understand..." I laughed at the girl's silliness, a cold, heartless laugh that echoed off the walls. It was enough to send chills down someones back, but it just made me happier.

"I always had the gift to charm anyone I needed. Max poured everything into me. Especially her soul, and that was exactly what I needed. I grew stronger and stronger with the more she wrote, stronger on all the fears she told me that she wouldn't tell anyone else, her deepest, darkest secrets. I grew more powerful then little Miss Ride. So powerful, I gave her a bit of my own secrets."

"Whats that meant to mean?" Potter snarled.

"You havn't guessed yet, Harry? Max Ride was the one who attacked the cat, who attacked all the Mudbloods. It was Max that opened the Chamber of Secrets and set the monster on those children." I almost burst when I saw the look on Potter's face. It was brilliant. His face was a cross of pain and confusion. It was amazing.

"No...she wouldn't..." he muttered, staring at the girls pale face. "Oh, but she did," I said, smiling pleasantly. "Of course, she didn't know what she was doing. It was quite hilarious when when she would write in the diary after that. `I'm scared Tom'" she would write, `I don't know what's happening. There have been attacks around the school and I don't know where I was when they happened! There's blood all over my hands and uniform Tom! I think I might be the one attacking everyone!' I don't want to tell Harry and the others in case they hate me after what I've been doing, but what if they find out anyway?'"

I laughed again when I saw Potter clenching his fists. The feelings he had for this foolish girl was unbelievable. "It took a long while for stupid Maximum to stop trusting the diary. But finally, she started getting smart and tried to throw it away. And thats when you came in, Harry. You found the diary, and I couldn't be anymore delighted. Of all those that could of taken the diary, it was the one person I was most anxious to meet."

"And why would you want to meet me?" Harry spat, hatred swarming from every word. "Well, you see Harry, Max told me all about you. All about how you were an amazing person, and would do anything to save anyone. How you were smart, funny, brave, and caring. She told me you fascinating past, and I knew I must talk to you." My eyes roamed over the lighting-shaped scar on his forehead.

"So I decided to show you my capture of the great oaf Hagrid, to get your trust," I went on, but Potter interrupted me. "Hagrid's my friend!" he snapped, his voice shaking. "And you framed him, didn't you? It's your fault that he got expelled, when it was always you."

I laughed again, another cold and heartless laugh that Potter nearly winced. "Harry, its my word against Hagrid, and who was going to believe him, when he was getting into trouble every other week, trying to raise werewolf cubs under his bed, wrestling with trolls in the Forbidden Forest at night, against Tom Riddle, prefect, model student, poor but amazing, no parents but so brave.

"I must admit, I was frightened that someone would realize that Hagrid could never open the Chamber of Secrets, not having the brains or the powers. It took me five years to understand how to open the Chamber. Only Dumbledore never believed that Hagrid was innocent. He persuaded the Headmaster, Aramado Dippet, to keep Hagrid and train him as a games-keeper. I think he might have guessed. Dumbledore never did like me as much as the other teachers."

"Dumbledore saw right through you, didn't he," Potter said, his eyes glazing dangerously. Harry Potter was a very confusing boy...

"Yes," I said, "He kept a very close watch on me after Hagrid left. I knew it wasn't smart to open the Chamber again while I was a student here, but I wasn't going to let all my work go unfinished.

"Yeah, well, his work is going to to waste. In a few hours, the Mandrakes will be ready, and all the Muggle-borns that have been Petrified will wake and they'll be alright again."

There was anger coursing through my veins. This boy was not understand what I was saying!

"Haven't I told you? Attacking Mudbloods isn't what I'm interesting in anymore. For the past few months, my new interest has been you," I said, hunger in my eyes. Harry just stared at me.

"Imagine how frustrated I was when it was Max talking to me, not you. She had seen you with the diary,and had gotten scared. She was afraid that you would get `possessed'" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. What a word to use. "As well as her. So she went into your dormitory and destroyed the room until she found the diary. But, it was clear what I had to do. I knew that you would be closing in on Slytherin's Heir, so I made Maximum write her own farewell message and come here to wait. She struggled,and she is incredibly strong, but I broke her in the end."

"I have many questions for you, Harry Potter," I continued. He glared at me, but his eyes were still flickering to the girl, lying on the floor as though dead. And, for all we know, she could be.

"Like what?" Potter spat. Anger flowed through me at the reminder of this. "How is it that you, a skinny child with no extraordinary magical power, defeated the greatest wizard of all time. How could you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort was forced to flee with none of his powers left to him? What is so great about you that you survived and Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?" I was shouting at the end of the sentence. Spit flew from my mouth.

"Why should you care how I escaped? Voldemort was after your time!" he snarled. Honestly, him and the girl were so much alike.

"Lord Voldemort is my past," I said softly, "Present and future." I watched as Potter's eyes widened. I pulled his wand out,and held it in the air, and wrote;

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Then I spun the wand around,and the words rearranged themselves.

I am Lord Voldemort.

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