A/N: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at a fanfic ever, so please be
nice! No, I'm kidding. I don't care if you're mean, but please review
because it makes me feel loved.? Maybe? But anyways, reviews would be nice!
Disclaimer: Hey, ya dopes. You actually think I could make up these characters and places and ideas on my own? Well you're wrong. Yes, It's all that Rowling person's idea, except for what's actually happening in this story.
Chapter 1
Harry climbed down through the murky sewer pipes. He turned back to take one last look from where had just left Hermione and Ron to get help from Dumbledore. He shivered as the déjà vu came over him; yes, he had been in the Chamber of Secrets before. Only this time, it was not just Tom Riddle he was looking for. It was Voldemort himself.
Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts had been different from all the others. Everybody in school was always nervous since the Dark Lord had risen again. After the rise of Voldemort, he had disappeared. The Ministry of Magic was looking for him constantly, but to no avail. Many people were afraid that Voldemort was somehow nearby. Even though Hogwarts was supposedly a safe place, strange things had been going on. As always, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had spent the year solving this mystery.
All of the clues pointed to the Chamber of Secrets. It seemed that Voldemort was hiding out right under Dumbledore's nose, yet no one suspected a thing. So here Harry was again. As Harry wandered through the pathway, he pulled his wand out and held it ready in front of himself. He was taking no chances.
Harry had just turned the corner when he heard a harsh voice call sharply, "Expelliarmus!". Harry's wand shot out of his hand as he jumped, extremely startled by the shout. A tall slender figure slinked out of the shadows. Voldemort clucked, "Tsk, tsk. I'd have thought the great Harry Potter would be more on his guard than that."
It was just then that Harry realized his wand had left him. He looked stupidly down at his empty hand, and then shifted his openmouthed gaze back up to look the Dark Lord in the face. "Hmmm, alone as usual. My, you always have to be the little hero don't you?" Voldemort commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Harry was speechless. "I.I.You," he stammered, not quite knowing what he wanted to say. They stood there about ten feet from one another in silence for a time. All the while, Voldemort was smiling to himself amusedly.
The silence was finally broken. "Whatever did you think you would accomplish by coming here? Did you think that you would defeat me somehow and then miraculously escape unscathed? Did you think that because you are the precious Boy Who Lived, that you were invincible?" Voldemort spit out angrily. "Boy, you have escaped from me before, but now I must finish what I started fifteen years ago!" He declared, his speech accompanied by a high cackle.
Harry felt utterly helpless. He knew what was about to happen to him, but without his wand he could do nothing useful. As Voldemort raised his wand, Harry's Muggle upbringing told him only one thing. Run. Harry turned quickly on his heel and sprinted as fast as he could, listening to this primal instinct.
He only got about three steps away when the most horrific words possible echoed across the hallway. "Avada Kedavra!" Voledmort screamed, enraged from the long years of torment this boy had caused him.
A flash of green light filled the air as Harry's scar exploded in pain. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his forehead in agony. Voldemort had only a split second to be confused about Harry's lack of death. There was a second flash, only this time around the Dark Lord. "Nooo!" was the last thing Harry heard from Voldemort. The young wizard collapsed to the ground, out cold.
Disclaimer: Hey, ya dopes. You actually think I could make up these characters and places and ideas on my own? Well you're wrong. Yes, It's all that Rowling person's idea, except for what's actually happening in this story.
Chapter 1
Harry climbed down through the murky sewer pipes. He turned back to take one last look from where had just left Hermione and Ron to get help from Dumbledore. He shivered as the déjà vu came over him; yes, he had been in the Chamber of Secrets before. Only this time, it was not just Tom Riddle he was looking for. It was Voldemort himself.
Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts had been different from all the others. Everybody in school was always nervous since the Dark Lord had risen again. After the rise of Voldemort, he had disappeared. The Ministry of Magic was looking for him constantly, but to no avail. Many people were afraid that Voldemort was somehow nearby. Even though Hogwarts was supposedly a safe place, strange things had been going on. As always, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had spent the year solving this mystery.
All of the clues pointed to the Chamber of Secrets. It seemed that Voldemort was hiding out right under Dumbledore's nose, yet no one suspected a thing. So here Harry was again. As Harry wandered through the pathway, he pulled his wand out and held it ready in front of himself. He was taking no chances.
Harry had just turned the corner when he heard a harsh voice call sharply, "Expelliarmus!". Harry's wand shot out of his hand as he jumped, extremely startled by the shout. A tall slender figure slinked out of the shadows. Voldemort clucked, "Tsk, tsk. I'd have thought the great Harry Potter would be more on his guard than that."
It was just then that Harry realized his wand had left him. He looked stupidly down at his empty hand, and then shifted his openmouthed gaze back up to look the Dark Lord in the face. "Hmmm, alone as usual. My, you always have to be the little hero don't you?" Voldemort commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Harry was speechless. "I.I.You," he stammered, not quite knowing what he wanted to say. They stood there about ten feet from one another in silence for a time. All the while, Voldemort was smiling to himself amusedly.
The silence was finally broken. "Whatever did you think you would accomplish by coming here? Did you think that you would defeat me somehow and then miraculously escape unscathed? Did you think that because you are the precious Boy Who Lived, that you were invincible?" Voldemort spit out angrily. "Boy, you have escaped from me before, but now I must finish what I started fifteen years ago!" He declared, his speech accompanied by a high cackle.
Harry felt utterly helpless. He knew what was about to happen to him, but without his wand he could do nothing useful. As Voldemort raised his wand, Harry's Muggle upbringing told him only one thing. Run. Harry turned quickly on his heel and sprinted as fast as he could, listening to this primal instinct.
He only got about three steps away when the most horrific words possible echoed across the hallway. "Avada Kedavra!" Voledmort screamed, enraged from the long years of torment this boy had caused him.
A flash of green light filled the air as Harry's scar exploded in pain. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his forehead in agony. Voldemort had only a split second to be confused about Harry's lack of death. There was a second flash, only this time around the Dark Lord. "Nooo!" was the last thing Harry heard from Voldemort. The young wizard collapsed to the ground, out cold.
