A/n: Ok, so the updates are coming in faster than I thought they would be. It turns out that my mum doesn't mind if I'm writing on the computer, just as long as I'm not using the Internet. Of course, the only way to send in the next chappie is via Internet. (shrugs) you don't tell my mum, and I'll keep writing.

Disclaimer: It's all Rowling's. Stupid git, why didn't I think of it in the beginning?

His eyes snapped open, the once blazing red eyes now returned to their original bottle green color, with only a hint of the scarlet anger. Harry sat up from where he had fallen asleep on the hard stone floor. Pulling himself towards the wall, he rested his head against the cool stone, trying to get rid of the throbbing headache that had started. Looking around the Chamber of Secrets, his gaze fell upon a grisly sight.

The Basilisk he had killed in his second year at Hogwarts lay a few meters away, now only a gruesome carcass. The scales and flesh of the huge snake had been eaten away by insects, the guts of the monster disintegrating as the flies and other bugs picked out their share of food and places to put their eggs. Shivering, Harry looked away.

He can't be dead, can he? His mind turned to the information he had received a few hours ago. Or was it a few days ago? How long had he been in the Chamber?

"Several days," came the same voice Harry had heard before sleep had claimed him.

"Who are you?" Harry yelled into the darkness, getting up and reaching for his wand, only to find it wasn't there in his pocket.

"I am Gryffindor!" the voice roared and whole Chamber became a furnace. But some how, Harry felt none of the heat. His skin or robes were untouched.

"What's happening?" Harry asked, surprised at how calm his voice sounded.

"That is what I will show you."

A tall, handsome young man with brown hair and green eyes, wearing a black cloak over his robes walked into the dark alleyway after exiting the Hog's Head. He walked down the street, noticing the coldness of the air.

Suddenly, a young woman fell into his path after being thrown from one of the stores. She was wearing rags so her skin was deathly pale in the moonlight. Her raven hair was dulled by dirt. The man knelt down, helping her back to her feet.

"Are you all right?" he asked. She looked into his eyes, the frightened look replaced with that of a person who felt totally safe. Smiling, she nodded.

"I'm fine, thank you," she murmured softly. He held her close to him, gazing into her eyes. He felt no desire to let her go. And she didn't want him to, either. Then, with out warning, he leaned in and kissed her deeply.

The same man was now storming down the halls of the new school, Hogwarts, over which he shared ruler ship with three others. Or two others, seeing as one of them seemed to think he ruled over all. Bursting into a large beautifully decorated office, the man stopped in front of a desk, where a taller, skinnier man sat writing letters. The other man looked up from his papers, his black and red eyes staring lazily at the brown haired man.

"Slytherin," said the first man. "What the hell do you think you were doing when you threatened Helga with death? Do you know what the Ministry can do to you if they find out!"

"By the way you're going on about it, obviously something dreadful," said the second man in a bored fashion. Before the first man could retort, the office door opened and the woman walked in, glancing nervously at the man at the desk.

"Godric?" she asked. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Slytherin smirked.

"So this is the filthy Mudblood that you have chosen to marry, Gryffindor?" he sneered. "I didn't know that Mudbloods were actually capable of looking shaggable. Tell me, Godric, is the shagging really all that great?" Godric snarled, advancing on Slytherin. The woman grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"Don't, Godric!" she cried. "That's all he wants you to do! Just ignore him."

"Yes Gryffindor," Salazar mimicked. "We must listen to the Mudblood. After all, until death do us part!"

"NO!" the woman screamed. But it was too late. Godric lunged. He hit Slytherin in the chest and both men fell to the floor, punching and cursing each other. The woman pulled out her wand and murmured a hex. A jet of red hit Salazar in the back and he flew into the wall. The woman helped Godric to his feet. Blood poured from the corner of his mouth as spoke.

"Get out, NOW!" Godric roared. "If I ever see you in this school or anywhere near me or Catherine, I'll KILL YOU! OUT!" Salazar pulled himself up, his eyes blazing scarlet.

"Be warned, Godric. You have not seen the last of me!" With that, he swept out of the room. Catherine touched Gryffindors cheek.

"You don't think he'll do something to harm the students of the staff, do you Godric?" Gryffindor gazed into her eyes. "Don't worry about him." He leaned down and kissed her, erasing all doubt from her mind.

Harry blinked. The scene disappeared.

"So, that was you?" Harry asked. Through the fire Harry saw a pair of green eyes.

"That is me." A figure appeared in the fire's flames.

A/n: Ok. It was a short chapter. The next one will probably be longer, seeing as the 'revelation' is in it. Plus the beginning of Harry's… well you'll just have to see. Ooooooo! Idea! Here's part of the next chapter. The next chappie might be a tearjerker, depending on what you rate as sad. Let's just say that people will die. Of course, Thanks to:

PreppyTigger23: Not much burning in this chappie, but later in the story, I promise!

SoMe wEirDo: Read your story, as you probably know! Thanks for reviewing, and of course I will continue!

Kkroonie: Doesn't matter. You'll have some suggestions about a later chapter, I know it. Or maybe I just hope you will. (shrugs and smiles) Thanks for your review!

For readers and not reviewers, I will find out who you are! And then you will have to sleep with one eye open until you review!

Her screams reached him, making him pull harder at the bonds as terror gripped him. What were they doing to her?

Then he appeared over the railing. Smiling, Salazar threw Catherine at the rail. Her breathing was hard as she stared into Godrics eyes. Gryffindor could see the terror and pain in her brown eyes.

"Well, Godric," Slytherin said in mock cheerfulness. "Say goodbye to the Mudblood. Don't worry. Hell has a place for Mudbloods, too!" He shoved Catherine and she fell over the rail, screaming:

"GODRIC!" Gryffindors eyes grew wide as the sickening crunch of Catherine's body hitting the marble floors filled the room. Then only silence filled the void. Silence.