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The Chamber of Secrets

"I will show you more then. Let us go and pay a little visit to the Chamber of Secrets!"

Ron felt his feet lift the ground and he and Sirius were swept away in a whirlwind. Ron yelled out and flailed his limbs around, accidentally kicking Sirius in the process. As the two of them hit solid ground again, he apologised to Sirius.

"It's alright, Ron. I didn't feel it!" chuckled Sirius. Ron flushed and looked around at his new surroundings. He recognised it immediately. They were situated just by the magical barrier onto Platform nine and three quarters, where many teenage children and their parents slid cautiously though into the magical world. Behind them, a Virgin train screeched to a halt at the next platform. The station was full of chatter, banging and the hum of trains arriving and departing. Ron looked around in wonder at the many Muggle things he could see. His glance passed over the big clock on the wall. It read 10:55. All of a sudden, a loud clatter reached his ears and he swung his head, uttering a soft gasp of surprise. His immediate family were speeding towards them, clutching run away trolleys containing trunks, broomsticks and owl cages. Ron watched his family in quiet sadness, although he didn't quite know why.

As his family passed quickly through the barrier, Ron remembered what had happened in his second year: when he and Harry hadn't been able to get through the barrier and had had to fly Mr Weasely's car to Hogwarts. They had both got into heaps of trouble but the flight and attention afterwards had been worth it. He smiled at his memories.

'Actually where is Harry?' thought Ron. He turned to Sirius, who had been casually observing the trains all the time. "Sirius? Where's Harry?"

"He's coming. Obviously he wasn't with your family because he isn't friends with you. Instead, he's spent the entire summer at his aunt and uncles, being picked on!" said Sirius, humourlessly.

Ron squirmed uncomfortably and bit his lip. He looked up and saw Harry, quickly hurrying towards them. Ron grinned in welcome, forgetting Harry couldn't see him.

Harry glanced anxiously at the time and put on a spurt of speed. Ron held his breath and Harry inched nearer and nearer to the barrier. BANG! Harry crashed against the sealed barrier and his trolley slammed into a nearby wall.

Ron and Sirius jumped, as did the other twenty people currently passing by. Harry lay on the floor, his glasses crooked and his face red. Sirius began to crack up. Ron spun furiously around.

"Don't laugh!" he said, his eyes flashing

"I'm sorry," chuckled Sirius, "It was just funny!"

Ron frowned and turned back to Harry, watching as an embarrassed Harry shakily stood up and collected together his things. He glanced anxiously at the time and began to push against the barrier, despite the numerous Muggles staring at him. He gave a large sigh of defeat as the clock struck eleven, bit his quivering lip and slowly turned around and began to head out of the station.

"Where's he going?" asked Ron,

"You'll see," answered Sirius, leading the way through the busy crowds. Once they were outside the station, Ron saw Harry frantically scribbling on a piece of parchment with a white quill. He whistled and a snowy white owl flew to his arm. Ron recognised it as Hedwig.

"Here girl. Take this to Hogwarts. I've missed the train and I don't understand why. See you later, Hedwig," Harry said, as the owl flew off.

Sirius placed his hand on Ron's shoulder and he felt as if he'd just grasped a Portkey, with a slight tug behind his navel. When he opened his eyes again, he saw he was in a very dark place.

"Where are we?" he asked. His words echoed off the walls.

"Lumos," whispered Sirius. In the new light, Ron saw they were in a cavernous place with bones on the floor. It looked horribly like:

"The Chamber of Secrets," confirmed Sirius, "I've never been here before though. Even though we were Marauders, we never found the Chamber of Secrets,"

"So that's why it wasn't on the Marauder's Map," said Ron, "We checked in third year!"

"You'll have to get Moony to amend it," laughed Sirius, "So the future Marauder's can see where it is, even though they cannot visit it unless they can speak Parseltongue!"

"I can't. I'm dead," said Ron, somewhat gloomily,

"If you choose to be," reminded Sirius, "Now, where were we. Ah yes. Harry and that fool Lockhart should be arriving any minute…now!"

As he spoke, there came a whoosh and Gilderoy Lockhart appeared on the tunnel floor. Seconds later, a pale and withdrawn Harry Potter appeared.

"We must be miles under the school," Harry said, "Under the lake probably. Look at the wet walls!"

"Erm, yes. I do suppose you are right," quavered Lockhart,

"Lumos!" said Harry, "C'mon!"

Ron and Sirius followed the duo for a short time until suddenly Harry stopped still.

"There's something up there…" Harry said, hoarsely, "Maybe it's sleeping?"

Lockhart had pressed his hands firmly over his eyes, at Harry's words.

"C'mon," said Harry, again, "Let's go slowly."

The foursome walked towards the unidentifiable thing. Ron noticed Sirius was shaking, with the tension. He suppressed a smirk, as he knew what it was.

"Blimey!" breathed Harry, staring at the massive skin on the floor.

"That is quite big," agreed Lockhart, "Maybe if I take it back up to the castle, I can use it as evidence. Ah, I see the book title now 'Skinning the Success!'"

"Ah, shut up, you!" growled Harry, "All you ever did was a pack of lies!"

Lockhart fell silent again and they continued up the tunnel.

After a few minutes of walking, they reached a large stone wall. Harry looked at it for a while, noticing two entwined serpents carved on the rock. Ron saw their eyes were made up of great, glinting emeralds, which looked strangely lifelike. Harry cleared his throat and hissed out some words in Parseltongue, which neither Ron nor Sirius understood. They watched with bated breath as the wall slid open.

Inside, there was a very long, dimly lit chamber with towering stone pillars entwined with more carved snakes. There was an odd greenish glow in the air, which Ron and Sirius noticed as they followed Harry and Lockhart down the long chamber. Finally, as they reached the bottom, Harry suddenly sprinted forward and bent down over a small shape. Ron gasped as he saw it was Ginny. Lockhart stood still with his eyes peeping through slits between his fingers.

"Ginny! Don't be dead! Please don't be dead! Please wake up, Ginny!" Harry gasped,

"She won't wake."

Everybody present, whether alive or not, jumped and turned to stare at the boy who had just materialised.

"Tom- Tom Riddle?"

Riddle nodded, and continued to stare straight at Harry. "She's still alive, but only just,"

"Then you've got to help me. There could be a Basilisk coming. We need to get her… and me out of here!"

Ron's blood began to boil as he heard Riddle give a long and cold laugh. "It won't come until it's called."

Ron and Sirius began to listen intently as Riddle started to explain about Ginny and the diary and who had been petrifying the Muggleborns. They were both astonished. Sirius because he had never completely heard the tale before and Ron because he hadn't heard everything. He was also angry at how mockingly Riddle spoke about his baby sister.

'Next time I see Ginny, I am going to give her the biggest hug she's ever had in her life!' he thought, as the tale came to an end and Riddle stood tall over Harry, with a twisted smile on his face.

"Now, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against famous Harry Potter, and the best weapons Dumbledore can give him. Oh, and I mustn't forget his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher!" he said, sniggering slightly, towards the end. Everybody watched as he walked towards the stone face of Slytherin. Riddle opened his mouth and hissed in Parseltongue: 'Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four'. The gigantic face began to move with the mouth opening wider and wider until it resembled a huge black hole, where something appeared to be moving.

"Professor! Run and keep your eyes closed!" shouted Harry, "It's your only chance!" He himself began to run with his eyes closed and his hands outstretched. Sirius and Ron hastily made their way to the side of the chamber, where they hoped they would be out of danger.

The battle commenced quickly, with Harry stumbling over. Sirius and Ron both shouted out, when the Basilisk was poised over Harry, ready to strike. To their immense relief, Fawkes the Phoenix managed to blind it. Harry quickly got up, after seeing it was blinded, and scurried away towards where the Sorting Hat, that Fawkes had bought, was lying.

Meanwhile, Lockhart was stumbling away with his eyes tightly closed. Ron watched in horror as he unknowingly ran straight towards the monster.

"No! Professor!" Harry roared, upon seeing what was happening. "Turn around! You're running straight at it!"

Everybody, except Riddle, watched in horror, as the beast twitched its huge nostrils and with one fell swoop dived down onto Lockhart.

"No!!!!" screamed Harry, "No!" Furious, he pulled the Gryffindor sword out of the Sorting Hat and ran at the Basilisk. There was blood dripping out of its mouth. Harry gritted his teeth and as the creature swooped down on him, he quickly dodged to one side and thrust the sword up through the Basilisk's mouth. It began to make a long high pitched noise and swayed around until finally thumping down onto the bone scattered floor. It was dead.

"Come, Ron," said Sirius, "We have much to do. Can you see that because you were there, you, in effect, managed to save a man's life?"

"Where's Hermione?" asked Ron, frowning,

"In the hospital wing. Remember she got petrified," explained Sirius, as the scene in front of them faded away.

"Oh. Where are we going next?" asked Ron, his mind overflowing with thoughts,

"Your third year. The year in which the so-called murderer, Sirius Black, makes a return."