A/N: OH MY FING GOD! (sorry about my use of language, but i think it is highly necessary) THIS IS IT GUYS! THE ALMIGHTY CHAMBER CHAPTER! by far my favourite in all of the book! Thankyou guys for reviewing as always and showing your loyalty to us! We really do love reading your thoughts on this. I'm in Japan at the moment sitting on the terrace of the hotel looking out on the sunset (time difference here) across the magnificent cherry blossoms. I totally love it here, cant wait to come back in September for school! But i am missing Madley terribly and cant wait to get home in a few days.I have heard from Madley there have been some issues with the racism in this book. Im so sorry, we have not put it in to offend people, it was just simply a spur of the moment thing, and we are definately not against black people. Sorry in advance to those of you who were offended by our last chapter (this chapter has some racial content) and im warning you that if you know you will be offended by racism dont continue to read this chapter. So i hope you like it! its by far the funniest chapter EVER! the chamber holds many secrets...as you all know very well...

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Blaze-Splinder

-CHAPTER NINETEEN-

Déjà Vu

It was like rushing down an endless, slimy, dark slide. He could see more pipes branching off in all directions, but none as large as theirs, which twisted and turned, sloping steeply downwards, and he knew that he was falling deeper below the school than even the dungeons. All Harry could think about was Draco. Why had he been there? How much of the conversation had he heard? Would he come after them? Or would he get help? Harry felt slightly guilty he hadn't mentioned the diary or the chamber to Draco. He was here with Ron instead of Draco. Was that right? Or should Draco be with him instead?

Before Harry could ponder any more, the pipe leveled out, and he shot out of the end with a wet thud, landing on the damp floor of a dark stone tunnel large enough to stand in. Lockhart was getting to his feet a little way away, covered in slime and white as a ghost. Ron was also picking himself up. There was no sign of Draco. He had obviously gone to get help.

"We must be miles under the school," said Harry, his voice echoing, "Under the lake probably."

"Yeah, it smells like shit in here!" said Ron. "Can't see a fucking thing!"

"Lumos!" Harry muttered to his wand and it lit. "C'mon," he said to Ron and Lockhart and they started walking, their footsteps slapping loudly on the wet floor.

"Remember, any sign of movement, close your eyes straight away…" Harry warned. The floor seemed to be covered in animal bones. Trying very hard not to imagine what Ginny might look like if they found her, Harry led the way forward, round a dark bend in the tunnel.

"Harry, there's something up there…" said Ron hoarsely, grabbing Harry's shoulder. They froze watching. Harry could just see the outline of something huge and curved, lying right across the tunnel. It wasn't moving.

"Maybe it's asleep," he breathed, glancing back at the other two. Lockhart's hands were pressed over his eyes. Harry edged forwards, his wand held high.

The light slid over a gigantic snakeskin of pale skin colour, lying curled and empty across the tunnel floor. The creature that shed it must have been twenty feet long at least.

"Fucking hell…" said Ron weakly. There was a sudden movement behind them. Gilderoy Lockhart's knees had given way.

"Fuckin' get up!" said Ron sharply, pointing his wand at Lockhart.

Lockhart got to his feet- then he dived at Ron, knocking him to the ground. Harry jumped forward, but too late. Lockhart was straightening up, panting, Ron's wand in his hand and a gleaming smile back on his face.

"Well boys, I guess you have no choice now. I'll make you suck my cock and then erase your memories. I'll then take a bit of skin back to school, tell them I was too late to save the girl, and that you two tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body. Now, get down and suck it!" He violently ripped his pants off. Shoving his body in their direction. Both boys backed away. "What's the matter, Harry? Too scared to suck me in front of your little friend? Well,

I've sucked yours, now it's your turn to suck mine."

Ron gasped, "Harry is that true?"

"It was rape, he lured me to his office and pinned me down! He threatened to tell everyone I'm gay if I told anyone." Harry looked shamefully down at the ground.

"No Harry, don't deny it. You liked it, you didn't do anything to stop me!"

"Oh fuck off! You pinned me to the wall!"

"Well, if you wont do it, I guess I'll just have to wipe your memories now. Goodbye boys."

He raised Ron's cello taped wand high over his head and yelled, "Obliviate!"

The wand exploded with the force of a small bomb. Harry flung his arms over his head and ran slipping over the coils of snakeskin, out of the way of great chunks of tunnel ceiling that was thundering to the floor.

Next moment he was standing alone, gazing at a solid wall of broken rock.

"Ron!" he shouted, "Are you ok? Ron!"

"I'm here!" came Ron's muffled voice from behind the rock fall, "I'm ok, this fuck head isn't though- he got blasted by the wand. I can't get through, Harry! What now?"

They were wasting time. Ginny had already been in the chamber for hours. Harry knew there was only one thing to do.

"Wait there," he called to Ron, "Wait with Lockhart. I'll go on. If I'm not back in an hour…"

"I'll try to shift the rocks so you can get back through."

"Ok Ron, see you in a bit…" Harry tried to inject some confidence into his voice.

"Oh…and Harry- I love you, Harry, you're my best friend in the whole world…"

Harry's eyes filled with tears. Just knowing how strong his friendship with Ron was gave him the strength to carry on.

"I love you too, Ron…" he replied and then he walked down the dark tunnel.

He walked down the tunnel for several minutes before he saw a solid wall ahead on which two entwined serpents were carved, their eyes set with great glinting emeralds.

Harry approached, his throat very dry. There was no need to pretend these snakes were real, their eyes looked strangely alive. He could guess what he had to do. He cleared his throat, and the emerald eyes seemed to flicker.

"Open," said Harry in a low faint hiss.

The serpents parted as the wall cracked open, the halves slid smoothly out of sight and Harry, shaking from head to foot, walked inside.

He was standing at the end of a very long dimly lit chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long black shadows through the odd greenish gloom that filled the place. His heart beating very fast, Harry stood listening to the chill silence.

He saw something at the very end of the chamber. He slowly inched forward, unsure of what it was. As he got closer to it, he realised what was standing in front of him.

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi. It was the mirror he had stood before a year ago, trying to defend the Philosopher's Stone.

"Ahhh FUCK!" he brought his hand up to his temple and shook his head. The last thing he needed now was a fucking repeat of last year. He heard a cackle and looked

up. The mirror was kicked over by someone from behind. It smashed to pieces on the floor. Standing there facing him was Tom Riddle, the one he had seen in the diary. He was looking as handsome as ever.

"Oh, I'm just screwing with you, Harry. We're not going through that shit again. It was boring as hell!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he was glad Tom was here to help him find Ginny. But what was that? Did he say he was with him last year with the Philosophers Stone?

"Well, well, well Harry, you're looking rather sexy tonight in that torn shirt. Quite the hero aren't we, coming here all alone to rescue poor, defenseless Ginny Weasley." He added blandly, "The ranga: I'm afraid not everyone can be blessed with the touch of beauty- like us." He opened his mouth and snaked his tongue around his lips.

Harry was finding it difficult not to drool at the sight, Riddle was oh so delicious.

He dropped his gaze from Tom's lips and something orange caught his eye. Ginny was lying in a puddle excretion. Her under garments were removed and her skirt was heavily stained with a white crusty substance.

Harry dropped to her side, grasping her chest and violently shaking her body.

"Don't be dead! Please don't be dead!"

"She's not dead, Harry. I've merely just raped her silly; so hard she's now in a state of unconsciousness."

"You did this?" Harry stared at the boy, who was starting to look less handsome all of a sudden.

"Why yes. After what I did to all those others, it can't have come as that much of a shock."

"What do you mean?" Harry had no idea what Riddle was talking about.

"Didn't anyone notice all the people that were petrified were violently raped?"

"Ah…no. Were they really?"

"Ahhh, FUCK! You mean to say no one noticed… all that work? DAMN!" he clenched his teeth and looked frustrated.

"Why Ginny? She's a pure blood, why do you want her? How do you even know her?" Harry had suddenly turned sour.

"Well, the diary, my diary. Ginny's been writing in it for months, god knows how she got her hands on it. She poured her heart out to me, a complete stranger. I've always wanted to meet you Harry, and I knew, if I brought Ginny down here you would follow, being the strong brave hero you are." Riddle moved closer to Harry and ran both palms down Harry's chest.

"So I pretended that I cared about her lesbian affairs, knowing if I was nice to her, I could control her. I was patient, I wrote back, I was sympathetic, and I was kind. Ginny simply loved me. Ginny poured out her soul to me and her soul happened to be exactly what I wanted. I grew strong and powerful on her lust and passion for lesbian erotica. I, Harry, however, bat for the other team. I simply want gay sex. So, I started to pour a little of myself back into her. I controlled her, she wrote the messages on the

wall and opened the Chamber of Secrets. Haven't you guessed, Harry? I am the heir of Slytherin. Ginny was doing my dirty work."

"No…" Harry whispered.

"Yes, Harry," said Riddle calmly, "It took a long time for that stupid little slut to stop trusting her diary. She finally became suspicious and tried to dispose of it in the bathroom. That is when I met you, sexy." He caressed Harry's cheek.

Harry moved away.

"Why is it that a baby with absolutely no magical talent can defeat the greatest, and hottest, may I add, wizard of all time?" Tom asked.

"Why do you care? Voldemort was after your time." Harry said slowly.

"Because Harry, Lord Voldemort is my past, present and future." He pulled Harry's wand from his pocket and traced three shimmering words into the air:

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

Then he waved the wand and the letters rearranged themselves to say:

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

"Voldie?" Harry gasped.

"That's LORD Voldemort to you, Harry. I only accept Voldie in bed."

Harry backed away, scared shitless.

"I want to fuck you up, Harry. I need your gay love. I've longed for your touch for way too long…" He moved closer.

"WHAT! I trusted you!" Harry yelled.

"It's not about trust Harry, it's about sex." Riddle was about to add something to his comment, but froze, hand pointing at Harry's pants.

Music was coming from somewhere. Riddle spun round searching for its source.

'….Sexbomb sexbomb you're a sexbomb,
You can give it to me when I need to come along.
Sexbomb sexbomb you're my sexbomb
and baby you can turn me on turn me on…'

"I thought Tom Jones sang that," said Riddle, looking at Harry inquisitively.

"He does…" said Harry frowning. Riddle was right, that was wasn't Tom Jones's low sexual voice singing the lyrics. It was a female voice. Harry didn't think it sounded as good. He had always thought Tom Jones had the perfect voice and appearance to be singing such an arousing song.

"I like it better when Tom sings it," said Riddle voicing Harry's exact thoughts.

The younger boy nodded in agreement.

"Who the fuck is singing that?"
Riddle stared down to the end of the Chamber and squinted.

"Can you see that?" he asked Harry.

"No," said Harry.

"Here, come stand where I am," he pulled Harry over to where he was and bent down beside him, pointing.

"Oh yeah, I see it," said Harry. A small tanned blob was flying towards them, a red flame trailing behind it.

"I think it's Fawkes…"

"Fawkes?" asked Tom, raising an eyebrow to Harry.

"Dumbledore's pet phoenix fairy," Harry muttered absent mindedly, forgetting who he was talking to.

"Ah," said Riddle nodding.

They both went back to looking at the fairy, Riddle's hand planted, in an almost fatherly way, on Harry's shoulder.

Fawkes was flying straight towards Harry, singing. She was naked as usual but now she wore a leopard skin G-string on her head. She flew to Harry, landing on his shoulder and removing the underwear from her head. She stopped her shocking attempt at the Tom Jones hit upon seeing Riddle glaring menacingly at her.

"That," said Riddle, eyeing the newly dropped G, "Is the old school G-string."

Riddle began to laugh. The chamber rang with the cold dark sound. It echoed around making it sound as though ten Riddles were laughing at once. He laughed so hard, he pissed his pants. He stopped immediately- embarrassed.

"Is that what Dumbledore sends his hero- a naked women in a G-string? Do you feel brave, Harry? Do you feel safe now?"

Harry did not answer; he did not see what use Fawkes and the old underwear could be but at least now he wasn't alone.

"Now, Harry. I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the sex drive of Lord Voldemort heir of Salazar Slytherin against small but sexy Harry Potter and the trinkets he's been sent by Dumbledore."

"Well, get on with it," said Harry. "Aren't you going to take your pants off?"

"Of course not," said Riddle, looking at Harry like he was a moron. "I don't do lower-class boys, no matter how hot they are. I'll get my giant dick to do the work for me."

Harry's eyes flicked towards Riddle's bulging pants. Tom saw where Harry's eyes were.

"No Harry, not this giant dick," he patted his bulge. "This one…"

He turned to the giant face covering the wall behind them, "Come Andruszkinator!" Harry watched as the face's mouth opened wider and wider to reveal a gaping black hole. Something was stirring inside the mouth.

"What did you just say?" asked Harry, staring at Riddle.

"I- um," Riddle frowned. "I don't know… Jesus, it was like some one suddenly possessed me..."

"Possessed?" Harry looked alarmed.

"Yeh, it's not the first time either," Riddle looked as though he was struggling to remember something, "yes, it's definitely happened before. It's usually while I'm sleeping. This woman with short blonde hair, glasses and huge fat rolls comes into my dreams and says strange things. Her voice is the most ear-piercing thing! It's as though she's a galah trapped inside a woman's body. She's always crapping on about something called the Nth Root. It's rather scary…I think she's on crack," Riddle shivered at the thought.

Harry didn't like the sound of this, "Riiight," he said, slightly concerned over Tom's mental state at the moment.

Then he saw it. It emerged from the mouth, looking exactly like a giant dick. It went in and out of the mouth quickly. It was as though it was thrusting. It writhed and squirmed around as though getting pleasure from this exercise.

"It's a giant dick!" a voice yelled from the corner of the chamber.

Harry and Riddle spun round. A black kid was sitting down watching with a bucket of popcorn on his lap.

Riddle raised an eyebrow, "A friend of yours?" he asked.

A/N: Sorry to offend anyone, we are not personally against black people, we have not written this part to offend and upset

"Oh God NO! Typical black kid." Harry replied.

"Go back to fucking Africa, BLACKIE Chan!" yelled Riddle.

The kid stood up outraged, "All I have to do is stay black and die! You fucking racist!"

"Yes, that's right, die, by my white hand!" Riddle flicked his wrist; the kid burst into flames, writhing on the floor in pain. They returned to the snake, but could still hear the screams.

"Die quietly already!" Riddle yelled over his shoulder, glaring at the boy and he shut up.

The snake was advancing on Harry, a lustful look in its gleaming magenta eyes. Its pink body glistening as it slid through the puddles of water, littering the Chamber's floor.

Harry swallowed, Riddle smirked, and the snake flicked its tongue at the sight of a fresh, new victim. Doing what would come first to everyone's mind, Harry turned in the opposite direction to the advancing snake and began to run like hell. Feet slapping painfully against the tiled wet floor, and as he ran, the toe of his left shoe connected with the side of an inadequately laid tile. With no time to even let out a stifled cry, Harry went slamming down, head first, into the cold, slimy surface covering the room.

Spinning round to face the still advancing snake, he clambered to his feet. Harry watched as the Basilisk's tail swept across the floor again. He ducked, something soft hit his face.

The snake's tail had swept the sorting G into Harry's arms. Harry seized it. It was all he had left, his only chance. He rammed it onto his head and threw himself to the floor like an officer in his army helmet, ready for some quality scrounging.

"Help me…help me…" Harry thought, his eyes screwed tight under the G-string's material. "Please help me!" There was no answering voice. Instead, the underwear contracted, as though an invisible hand was squeezing it very tightly.

Something hard and heavy thudded onto Harry's head, almost knocking him out. He grabbed the crotch of the G-string and something long and hard fell to the floor beside him. It was a gleaming silver sword, its handle glittering with rubies the size of eggs. A small scrap of parchment was tightly wound around the sword's handle. He gently pried it from his new weapon, and unraveled it. It was a message, in Dumbledore's handwriting:

'Remember, it's not about sex, it's about trust. Draco and I will be waiting for your return.'

Riddle appeared at his side, snatching the note from Harry's grasp.

"Who's Draco?" he asked.

"My boyfriend," replied Harry.

"Oh, how touching," laughed Riddle. "Guess you won't be seeing him again. Too bad. Was he a looker, like you and I?"

"What do you think?" asked Harry, giving Riddle a seductive stare.

"I've always trusted your judgment, Harry, I know you have good taste in men... But you seem to have forgotten my beautiful snake."

The snake lunged at Harry and began bonking him on the head, over and over again. In began to rub itself up and down Harry's body. It squirmed all around him, its warmth bringing Harry out in a sweat. It wrapped itself around Harry and brought its large head around to face him, almost knocking him off his feet.

"If you were a real dick," said Harry smiling slyly, "I might not have done, what I'm about to do. But unlucky for you, you're not."

With one last almighty effort, Harry drove the sword up into the snake's head. It let out an almighty moan of agony. White shit sprayed everywhere as it fell heavily to the ground. As the warm 'blood' drenched Harry's arms, he felt a searing pain just above his elbow. One long poisonous fang was sinking deeper and deeper into his arm, it splintered as the Basilisk keeled over sideways and fell twitching to the floor.

Harry slid down the wall, he gripped the fang and pulled it out, but he knew he was too late. He watched his own blood soaking through his robes as his vision went foggy. I'm going to die! he thought. Just then a flash of feminine skin caught his eye. Fawkes landed on his shoulder. The fairy went down to the wound on Harry's arm.

"It's too late Fawkes…you tried…" Harry said sadly. But all of a sudden the pain was starting to subside. Harry looked down his arm. The fairy was squatting down pissing all over the wound. As the piss ran down his arm it sunk into the wound and was slowly, magically healing it.

"You're dying, Harry Potter. I'm going to watch you die. And then I will rape your body while it's still warm." Riddle looked down, "Get away bitch!" he yelled at the fairy, "Shit! Phoenix piss, healing powers…I forgot…FUCK!" Riddle screamed with frustration.

"Very well then…I'll take you on myself." Riddle was struggling to control his anger.

All of a sudden the diary dropped into Harry's lap. Fawkes had flown over and got it. Harry picked up the basilisk fang covered in his own blood and held it up high above his head.

"Wait…no…what are you doing!" Riddle screamed with panic.

"Goodbye Tom!" Harry yelled as he plunged the fang into the heart of the diary. Black ink spurted out of the pages, flooding the floor and covering his hands. Riddle let out a blood-curdling yelp of agony and then, he was gone. Harry's wand lying abandoned on the grimy floor.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. He heard a moan from the middle of the chamber. Harry looked up to see Ginny Weasley stirring. He ran over to her and knelt by her side. She slowly opened her eyes and gasped for air.

"C'mon, Ginny," he said helping her awkwardly to her feet.

"Oh Harry, Tom made me do it, he- " she burst into tears.

"C'mon, Gin, let's go. Ron's just down the tunnel."

As they ran down the tunnel, they found Ron had cleared a hole in the rocks.

"RON!" Harry yelled in excitement, "I've got her. Ginny! She's alive!"

"Oh my god! Harry! Thankyou!" Ron helped Harry and Ginny clamber through the gap. "Oh thank god, Harry!" Ron flung his arms around his sister and once lover.

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