Memories
Chapter One: In the Chamber
A/N: The first three chapters will be narrated by Harry. Also note that the events in this filler fanfiction are slightly different from how they happened in "Hermione Granger.Slytherin?!". I also suggest that you do not read this fanfiction unless you've read "Hermione Granger.Slytherin?!". Okay? Thank you. Also, I've decided to make "Hermione Granger.Slytherin?!" , "Memories" and "The Last Heiress: Anastasia" into a trilogy. This trilogy will be called "The Heiress of Slytherin Trilogy" and this will be the second part. "Hermione Granger...Slytherin?!" is the first part and "The Last Heiress: Anastasia" will be the third and final part. I hope everyone likes it.
Love, kisses and lots of blood, Dark Goddess
My death is quite possibly the worst memory I have. I died right there in the Chamber of Secrets. Murdered by my ex best friend, Hermione Granger, or what she was calling herself at the time, Hermione Riddle. I have to forgive her. She was possessed by something else.
Boy, was I surprised to find out that there was no Heir of Slytherin this time around. Instead, there was an HEIRESS of Slytherin and that was Hermione.
No, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up and start over from the beginning.
It was three days before the final exams of my fifth (and final) year at Hogwarts when it happened. Ron Weasley, my best friend had been taken right into the Chamber of Secrets, presumably because he knew all about the Chamber, just like I did. The Heiress of Slytherin, as the maniac who was killing of Muggle born students at the school was calling herself, had even left a message on the wall of the Great Hall. She left it on the wall right above the High Table where the teachers all sat, just to make sure the whole school saw it. The message read :"Ron WEASLEY'S SKELETON WILL LIE IN THE CHAMBER FOREVER. AND THERE'S NOT A THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT."
Ginny burst into tears. Fred and George just looked pale and shocked. I just sat there. My mind had gone numb. I couldn't think at all.
Then I gathered my courage and decided that in order to save Ron, I'd have to go back down into the Chamber of Secrets. The last time I had gone down there to save Ginny. This time I was going down there to save Ron. Everyone tried to stop me, but I wouldn't listen. Sometimes I wish I had listened, because if I had, I would still be alive. Then, I remembered that Ron was my best friend and I had no choice but to save him. He'd do the very same thing for me.
After dinner, I went back to the girls bathroom on the first floor, which was usually unoccupied because a particularly unhappy ghost lives there, named Moaning Myrtle. About fifty three years ago, she was a student here at the school. She died right there in the bathroom when the Chamber of Secrets was opened for the very first time. She looked the basilisk (the monster that lurks in the Chamber; it's a giant snake.) directly in the eye and died. That's how a basilisk kills a person. It has a deadly gaze and anything that looks it directly in the eye will die instantly. I just hoped that Ron wasn't dead already. She cries a lot, so her bathroom is almost constantly flooded and out of order. She's also almost always in a bad mood. The day that turned out to be my last was actually one of her rare good days.
I ignored her and went straight to the sink that was in front of her usual toilet looking for the snake that was etched on one of the copper taps. After managing to make it look alive in the rather dim candlelight, I asked it to open up in Parseltounge. It sounded like a low hiss.
Then the huge pipe that lead to the chamber appeared and I went down the slick, slimy tunnel and when I reached the bottom, I honestly wished that I could turn back, but I knew that I couldn't. Ron was counting on me to come to his aid. If I let him down, I had this feeling that Ron would never forgive me for it.
Gathering up what courage I had left, I walked towards the door that was covered in stone snakes that looked alive and said "Open" in a faint hiss.
The snakes parted and I walked into the Chamber, shaking slightly, but feeling brave. Slightly.
The Chamber looked the same as it did three years ago, only now, because the basilisk I'd killed had long since decayed, it smelled weird. I looked around for Ron , the dim, misty light making it damn near impossible to see clearly.
Then, I saw him, chained to a wall and unconscious to boot.
"RON!!!" I screamed, dashing over to him as fast as I could. "Ron, please, please, PLEASE don't be dead!" I shook him, hoping that it would work.
It did.
Ron's eyes opened very slowly and he let out a loud groan. "Harry?" he moaned, eyes half open. "Is it you?"
"Don't worry, Ron." I said, reassuringly. "I've come to save you."
That's when this weird, yet oddly familiar female voice decided to speak from the shadows caused by the weird snake entwined pillars. "Oh, I wouldn't count on wither of you ever leaving the Chamber of Secrets. Well, alive anyway." The tone was icy cold, like harsh winter winds. I knew that I'd heard the voice before. I just couldn't remember where.
"Who's there?!" I demanded. "Let Ron go!"
"I couldn't possibly do that." The voice replied. " I'd rather die than allow you two morons to go free. Besides I want to see you die of shock when you finally do see the real me. But, I will let the redhead go just for fun." There was a sound of fingers snapping and Ron was released from his chains and he collapsed in a heap on the floor.
After helping Ron to his feet, I glared in the direction of the voice. I don't give a damn who the hell you are!" I yelled. "Show yourself this instant!"
"Harry, maybe we should go." Ron suggested weakly. "Maybe she'll let us go if we just leave. Maybe it's best that we have no idea who she is. Maybe she's the Heiress of Slytherin."
"Actually, maybe I should show myself to you two." The voice continued. "Just to see the looks of absolute shock on your faces."
It was at that point that I noticed that a figure was lurking in the massive shadow of a pillar.
"Who are you?" Ron asked.
"Are you the Heiress of Slytherin?" I asked. "What are you, You- Know-Who's sister or something?"
The figure shifted its weight a little bit and then it spoke again. "Do you two honestly want to know who I truly am?" it asked. The voice was much colder now.
"Yes." I said firmly. "We want to know."
"Fine then." The voice replied. "Suit yourselves."
Slowly, the figure stepped out of the shadows and into the light so that Ron and I could see her properly.
We nearly died of absolute shock. My mouth hung open and I stared. Ron's eyes looked like they would pop out of his head at any given second.
The voice belonged to the very last person I had ever though would be the Heiress of Slytherin.
"Oh. My. God. " I said, still in shock.
Hermione..the Heiress of Slytherin was Hermione.
Chapter One: In the Chamber
A/N: The first three chapters will be narrated by Harry. Also note that the events in this filler fanfiction are slightly different from how they happened in "Hermione Granger.Slytherin?!". I also suggest that you do not read this fanfiction unless you've read "Hermione Granger.Slytherin?!". Okay? Thank you. Also, I've decided to make "Hermione Granger.Slytherin?!" , "Memories" and "The Last Heiress: Anastasia" into a trilogy. This trilogy will be called "The Heiress of Slytherin Trilogy" and this will be the second part. "Hermione Granger...Slytherin?!" is the first part and "The Last Heiress: Anastasia" will be the third and final part. I hope everyone likes it.
Love, kisses and lots of blood, Dark Goddess
My death is quite possibly the worst memory I have. I died right there in the Chamber of Secrets. Murdered by my ex best friend, Hermione Granger, or what she was calling herself at the time, Hermione Riddle. I have to forgive her. She was possessed by something else.
Boy, was I surprised to find out that there was no Heir of Slytherin this time around. Instead, there was an HEIRESS of Slytherin and that was Hermione.
No, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up and start over from the beginning.
It was three days before the final exams of my fifth (and final) year at Hogwarts when it happened. Ron Weasley, my best friend had been taken right into the Chamber of Secrets, presumably because he knew all about the Chamber, just like I did. The Heiress of Slytherin, as the maniac who was killing of Muggle born students at the school was calling herself, had even left a message on the wall of the Great Hall. She left it on the wall right above the High Table where the teachers all sat, just to make sure the whole school saw it. The message read :"Ron WEASLEY'S SKELETON WILL LIE IN THE CHAMBER FOREVER. AND THERE'S NOT A THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT."
Ginny burst into tears. Fred and George just looked pale and shocked. I just sat there. My mind had gone numb. I couldn't think at all.
Then I gathered my courage and decided that in order to save Ron, I'd have to go back down into the Chamber of Secrets. The last time I had gone down there to save Ginny. This time I was going down there to save Ron. Everyone tried to stop me, but I wouldn't listen. Sometimes I wish I had listened, because if I had, I would still be alive. Then, I remembered that Ron was my best friend and I had no choice but to save him. He'd do the very same thing for me.
After dinner, I went back to the girls bathroom on the first floor, which was usually unoccupied because a particularly unhappy ghost lives there, named Moaning Myrtle. About fifty three years ago, she was a student here at the school. She died right there in the bathroom when the Chamber of Secrets was opened for the very first time. She looked the basilisk (the monster that lurks in the Chamber; it's a giant snake.) directly in the eye and died. That's how a basilisk kills a person. It has a deadly gaze and anything that looks it directly in the eye will die instantly. I just hoped that Ron wasn't dead already. She cries a lot, so her bathroom is almost constantly flooded and out of order. She's also almost always in a bad mood. The day that turned out to be my last was actually one of her rare good days.
I ignored her and went straight to the sink that was in front of her usual toilet looking for the snake that was etched on one of the copper taps. After managing to make it look alive in the rather dim candlelight, I asked it to open up in Parseltounge. It sounded like a low hiss.
Then the huge pipe that lead to the chamber appeared and I went down the slick, slimy tunnel and when I reached the bottom, I honestly wished that I could turn back, but I knew that I couldn't. Ron was counting on me to come to his aid. If I let him down, I had this feeling that Ron would never forgive me for it.
Gathering up what courage I had left, I walked towards the door that was covered in stone snakes that looked alive and said "Open" in a faint hiss.
The snakes parted and I walked into the Chamber, shaking slightly, but feeling brave. Slightly.
The Chamber looked the same as it did three years ago, only now, because the basilisk I'd killed had long since decayed, it smelled weird. I looked around for Ron , the dim, misty light making it damn near impossible to see clearly.
Then, I saw him, chained to a wall and unconscious to boot.
"RON!!!" I screamed, dashing over to him as fast as I could. "Ron, please, please, PLEASE don't be dead!" I shook him, hoping that it would work.
It did.
Ron's eyes opened very slowly and he let out a loud groan. "Harry?" he moaned, eyes half open. "Is it you?"
"Don't worry, Ron." I said, reassuringly. "I've come to save you."
That's when this weird, yet oddly familiar female voice decided to speak from the shadows caused by the weird snake entwined pillars. "Oh, I wouldn't count on wither of you ever leaving the Chamber of Secrets. Well, alive anyway." The tone was icy cold, like harsh winter winds. I knew that I'd heard the voice before. I just couldn't remember where.
"Who's there?!" I demanded. "Let Ron go!"
"I couldn't possibly do that." The voice replied. " I'd rather die than allow you two morons to go free. Besides I want to see you die of shock when you finally do see the real me. But, I will let the redhead go just for fun." There was a sound of fingers snapping and Ron was released from his chains and he collapsed in a heap on the floor.
After helping Ron to his feet, I glared in the direction of the voice. I don't give a damn who the hell you are!" I yelled. "Show yourself this instant!"
"Harry, maybe we should go." Ron suggested weakly. "Maybe she'll let us go if we just leave. Maybe it's best that we have no idea who she is. Maybe she's the Heiress of Slytherin."
"Actually, maybe I should show myself to you two." The voice continued. "Just to see the looks of absolute shock on your faces."
It was at that point that I noticed that a figure was lurking in the massive shadow of a pillar.
"Who are you?" Ron asked.
"Are you the Heiress of Slytherin?" I asked. "What are you, You- Know-Who's sister or something?"
The figure shifted its weight a little bit and then it spoke again. "Do you two honestly want to know who I truly am?" it asked. The voice was much colder now.
"Yes." I said firmly. "We want to know."
"Fine then." The voice replied. "Suit yourselves."
Slowly, the figure stepped out of the shadows and into the light so that Ron and I could see her properly.
We nearly died of absolute shock. My mouth hung open and I stared. Ron's eyes looked like they would pop out of his head at any given second.
The voice belonged to the very last person I had ever though would be the Heiress of Slytherin.
"Oh. My. God. " I said, still in shock.
Hermione..the Heiress of Slytherin was Hermione.
