Harry Potter Love Story (all of the plot and credit and characters except for mine belong to J.K. Rowling all credit from any HP material I use belongs to her not trying to make any money off of her work, all credit belongs to her and the director of any Hp movies that have passed and have yet to come)

Still Harry's point of view

Before we walked down the tunnel I reminded them to close their eyes straight away if they saw any movement, reminding them and myself that there was a giant snake down here. I was no use to Sam if I was petrified. As we continued I noticed it getting slightly darker. I then noticed something, it was large, curled up slightly, and very long. I heard Ron whimper.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Ron asked.

"It looks like, a snake." Lockheart said.

"It's a snake's skin." I said seeing the head.

"Blimey, this thing looks like it could be sixty feet long, oh no." Ron said.

I turned and saw that Lockheart had fallen to the floor unconscious. Ron looked at me and said sarcastically, "Hard to rely on that one."

Just then Lockheart sat up quickly and took Ron's wand out his hand. Ron backed up some as the teacher pointed it at me as I stood up.

"The adventure ends here, now don't fret, the world will know of our story. How you two tragically lost your minds, at the sight of the dead girls body, now say goodbye to your memories. Obliviate!" Lockheart cried.

A green light sparked at the edge of Ron's wand, but it backfired, it his Lockheart in the chest, sending him flying into the ceiling before landing on the ground, unconscious. Suddenly there was a loud rumble and rocks started falling from the ceiling. I then noticed that the rocks were falling between Ron and I. I quickly ran further and lied on the ground, shielding my head from the small chunks of rock. Soon the cave stopped rumbling and everything was still. I coughed as I stood up, dust filling the air.

"Harry! Harry?" I heard Ron's voice call from the other side of the now rock wall, separating us.

I ran over to the rocks and climbed up, making a small whole between them, just enough for me to see Ron and the unconscious professor.

"Ron! Ron are you ok!" I shouted.

"I'm fine!" Ron called back.

Suddenly I heard a groan and saw Lockheart sitting up. I heard the professor mumble something and saw the confused look on his face.

"Lockheart's spell backfired! He hasn't got a clue on who he his?" Ron shouted.

I could now hear a little bit of the conversation and heard Lockheart say/ask, "This is an odd sort of place isn't it? Do you live here?"

"Uh, no." Ron answered giving the professor a weird look.

"Really-" Lockheart was knocked out again as Ron hit him on the back of the head.

I couldn't help but wince at the impact. Ron turned and shouted/asked, "What do I do now!"

"You wait here and try to move some of these rocks so we can get back through, I'll go and save Sam!" I said.

I didn't wait for a respond and started moving forward, well backward. I walked on, and stopped a short distance from the ruble and saw a door. It had a bunch of snakes, and one circling it; making it look like a shield. I could feel myself grow nervous, curious, and scared. I knew I was scared, but it wasn't of the basilisk, it was fear of what state Sam was in, was she already dead? Had I come all this way down for nothing? No, even with these questions, I could feel that Sam was alive, and I would never forgive myself if she was dead. I told the door to open in Parseltounge. The one snake slithered around the others and the other moved back before locking into place, and the door opened revealing another tunnel. I hopped into the tunnel and started making my way through. I made it to the other side and there were 5 different ways you could go. Straight ahead to were there was a clearing, and there were two tunnels on each side. I headed straight and saw a Sam lying there sprawled out on her back on the floor, she was really pale, deathly pale, and in her arm was Tom Riddle's diary. I pulled out my wand and ran through some water that was on the ground, though I didn't care about that right now. I knelt down next to her pale form and dropped my wand. I immediately grabbed her hand and felt how cold it was and noticed that her eyes were closed as if she were merely sleeping. Though I wish that were the case.

"Sam wake up. Come on open your eyes. Please." I begged her, but she didn't respond.

"She won't wake." a male voice said.

I turned around, still kneeling and saw a teenager, male, standing nearby, he looked like he came from a black and white movie, though I could tell that he was from Slytherin for he was wearing the robes, but they looked old. The man had an athletic, healthy, built man, he had nice well kept hair, was tall, and had an evil look about him; despite his slightly innocent appearance. He was holding my wand in his hands. Somehow I knew that this was Tom Riddle.

"What do you mean she won't wake? She's not?" I asked too scared to hear the answer.

"She's not dead." he said with a smirk.

I then decided to ask, "Tom? Tom Riddle?"

He gave me another big smirk and a slight nod.

"Give me my wand Tom." I said holding my hand out for it.

"You won't be needing it." he said.

I rolled my eyes and said "You have to help me Tom, there's a basilisk-"

"It won't come until it's called."

"What exactly are you? Are you a ghost?" I asked.

"No, a memory, one that was preserved inside a diary for 50 years."

"Tom you've got to help me save her."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"You are a very ignorant boy Harry, you see as Sam here grows weaker, I get stronger. Weren't you ever curious as to why your precious friend would disappear for long periods of time? I can see you putting together the pieces of this puzzle, but yes Harry Samantha Lupin did indeed open the Chamber of Secrets."

I looked at him shocked but also not believing his words, Sam would never do that.

"That's impossible she couldn't, she wouldn't." I said.

"Yes Harry. It was Sam who opened the Chamber of Secrets, she's the one who called the attacks on the mudbloods and Filch's cat, Sam's the one who wrote the threatening messages on the walls." he said smiling.

"But why would she do that? She has no reason to." I said, still shocked.

"Because I told her to. Well Sam didn't exactly know what she was doing, she was how should we say in a trance or possessed. You see the more she wrote in my diary, the more powerful I got, she didn't know that once she started writing she was giving me more and more strength. She would pour her troubles onto me, telling me all about you, telling me of her jealousy for Ginny Weasley, and of her adventures with you; the famous Harry Potter. When she told me that I grew curious, so I was patient, understanding, and compassionate; soon I became her friend. She was opening her soul to a stranger without realizing it. But then towards the middle of term she started to realize the power of the diary, she would complain to me on how she thought she was loosing her memories due to blackouts that were from when she was in the trance, she soon became scared, and tried to dispose of it in the girls bathroom. But what luck was it that you Harry were the one to pick it up." he said, this ass was proud of the work he had done.

"You wanted to meet me? Why?" I asked, stop asking this murderer questions you dolt.

"Because I had to meet you if I could. So I decided to show you my capture of that brainless oaf Hagrid, in order to gain your trust." he said.

"Hagrid's my friend! And you framed him, didn't you?" I asked, now pissed, not really caring that I stated the obvious.

"Yes. It was my word against Hagrid's, only Dumbledore seemed to think he was innocent." Tom said, anger flashed across his face at the mention of Dumbledore.

"I bet Dumbledore saw right threw you." I said with a smile.

"He certainly kept an annoyingly close watch on me after that! I knew that I couldn't open the chamber while I was still at school, so I decided to leave behind a diary, persevering my 16 year old self in it's pages, waiting for a day when I could finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work!" he shouted.

"Well you haven't finished it this time! In a few hours the mandrake draft will be ready, and everyone who was petrified will be alright again." I said.

"Haven't I told you? Killing mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore. For many months now my curiosity has been you. Yes, how is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical parents could survive the killing curse, and defeat the greatest wizard of all time. How did you escape with nothing but a cut on your forehead while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed!" he shouted looking at my scar.

That struck something, how did he know, so I shouted, "Why do you care how I survived? Voldemort was after your time!"

He gave me an evil smirk and said, "Lord Voldemort is my past, present, and future."

Tom then pointed my wand at nothing and wrote his name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then waved his wand. His name now spelled I am Lord Voldemort.

Insert Darth Vader music here, thanks for all those who reviewed, only one more chapter before year three.