Chapter 5 – Lost

Disclaimer: J K Rowling and Hermionewexa are two different people, but that doesn't necessarily prove that J K Rowling isn't posting under Hermionewexa's name, does it? JOKE!

J K Rowling and Hermionewexa are two completely different people. J K Rowling is the author of Harry Potter, whereas Hermionewexa writes nothing more interesting than Harry Potter fanfiction. Incidentally, Hermionewexa would like to inform you that she enjoys referring to herself in the third person, but should probably stop now.

AN: It's longer than the last chapter, but that doesn't mean much, does it? I've also tried to avoid direct speech, so there's isn't any direct speech at all in this chapter. The speech, after all, is property of Ms Rowling, and I am not Ms Rowling (see disclaimer above).

'Memories' is about the only poem that's any use in this chapter, but you might as well read it, since it's the aticlimax you've all been waiting for.

It doesn't exactly follow the events in the Chamber of Secrets, but it's more or less accurate.

29th May, 1993

Where am I?

Stupid question. You're in the chamber of secrets, you dolt.

And – the basilisk?

The yellow-eyed snake that haunted my dreams lies dead in front of me.

Where's Tom?

I look around for a black-haired boy, and see one, but it isn't Tom.

Harry?

My eyes travel down the Boy Who Lived, noting the blood-soaked robes and shining, ruby-encrusted sword. And then I see the diary.

He knows.

Stupid thought. Of course he knows – he's found me here, of all places, in the Chamber of Secrets!

Where's Tom? I wonder again. Unless he's gone – forever?

'He's gone, now. Gone.
He, who listened to me,
Is gone.
He, who understood,
Is gone.
He, who controlled my life,
Is gone.
Gone, now. Gone.
What do I do?'

I start crying.

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Dumbledore knows.

No surprises there then.

Mum and Dad know.

Quite right, too.

I bet the whole school knows, by now.

I doubt it.

And now they want me to tell them about it.

So you should.

SHUT UP!

If you can, that is.

SHUT UP! It's bad enough, with the memories!

The memories won't be nearly as bad if you talk about them.

Leave me alone.

'Memories catapult
Through my brain,
Attacking me
From everywhere.

Tom listens to
My tales of pain;
As he leads me
To his lair.

Grey mist surrounds me,
And I fall,
Seeing nothing,
Hearing all.'

Harry, I mentally implore, please tell them what happened. I can't. I need to forget.

'They say it's easy
To be happy,
But I have forgotten.

They say it's easy
To laugh or smile,
But I have forgotten.

They don't know how to
Hate themselves:
They have forgotten

But I remember.'

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AN: Again, Thankyou to the reviewers.

The next chapter will be the last one in this story, but I'm starting a fic about Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel.

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