Disclaimer is in chapter 1.

"What did you hit him with anyway?" Ron asked as they walked away from the moaning Professor.

"Bone splitter curse," Xander shrugged, "Wednesday showed it to me. It's a tournament legal version of the Fragier Ossi curse, cause it's non-lethal."

"What if you hit him in the head?" Harry asked, grimacing slightly.

"Skull fracture," Wednesday answered, "Unless they hit the ground badly, that's all."

"That's bloody enough if you ask me." Ron replied.

"And the other one?" Harry asked, curious.

"Bone fragmentation curse," Xander answered, "You don't want to know what that does when you hit someone in the head."

Harry and Ron turned a little green, but nodded as the group came to a stop at a set of doors.

"This the place?" Xander asked, looking up.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

"I guess so." Harry shrugged, "More snake speak, you think?"

"Likely," Wednesday said, eyeing the ornate craftsmanship.

Harry hissed at the door's snake carving, and for a moment nothing happened, and then a loud clunk sounded and the doors slowly opened on their hinges. The four kids looked at each other nervously, then pushed forward past the doors and into the Chamber.

"Oh bloody hell." Ron whispered.

"Yeah, I can rock with that." Xander replied.

"Impressive." Wednesday said softly, eyeing the large room interestedly.

"Guys! It's Ginny!" Harry said, surging forward. The three others chased after him, spotting the girl's form on the ground, and the teenage form standing over her.

They led with their wands, eyeing the unknown person warily as they approached.

"Back off! Get away from my sister!"

The teen looked at them calmly, eyes alighting on Harry and automatically rising to his scar.

"The Great Harry Potter," The boy smiled, "I've heard so much about you from dear Ginevra here."

"You're... Tom? Tom Riddle?"

The boy nodded.

"You know this dude?" Xander asked, wand dropping slightly.

"He was Slytherin head boy back when Hagrid was in school."

Xander's wand jumped back up, "He don't look that old."

"Ginny! Ginny! Wake up!" Ron said, nudging his sister gently as he knelt by her side.

"She won't wake."

"What did you do to her!?" Ron snarled.

"She's not...?" Harry swallowed.

Riddle ignored Ron, eyes only on Harry, "Dead? No. Not yet."

"What are you, dude? A ghost?" Xander asked, eyes flickering over to Wednesday.

"A memory." Riddle responded softly, eyes moving over to take in the other two present. "And you are?"

"Harris." Xander said curtly.

"I know a Harris," Riddle said, losing interest. "Useless near squib."

Xander shrugged, "Oh joy. Blood supremacist I assume?"

"Only as it suits me." Riddle said in response. "I believe in power, boy."

"What did you do to Ginny!?" Ron cut in, wand stabbing forward as he rose to his feet.

"Forget him, Ron." Xander advised. "Grab your sister, we're out of here. Madam Pomfrey can look after her."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible." Riddle said.

"Look, Tom, we have to get out of here!" Harry said urgently, "The Basilisk..."

"Won't come until it's called for." Tom said calmly.

"It was you." Wednesday cut in. "You're the so called 'Heir'."

"Why yes, I am." Tom said with a cool smile. "And you are?"

"Wednesday." She told him, "Wednesday Addams."

Riddle's eyes widened slightly, "Are you really? My, my, there hasn't been an Addams at Hogwarts in... well, ever, I think. As a member of a renowned dark family, you must appreciate the genius of what I've done."

"A memory couldn't control the Basilisk," Wednesday said idly, walking around the fallen girl. She paused and looked up sharply, "Possession?"

"It is nine tenths of the law, or so they say."

Wednesday looked down at the redhead, "She opened the chamber and controlled the basilisk."

"Bravo."

Ron reddened, "No way! My sister would never have...!"

"Silence, fool." Tom snapped before focusing back on Harry and Wednesday. "It was easy really, if a bit dull. She's such a silly little girl..."

He assumed a mocking pose, raising his voice slightly to imitate his victim, "Oh dear Tom, how will I ever let Harry know how I feel? What if he doesn't feel the same about me? He *so* cute, and he's the boy who lived..."

Tom rolled his eyes, "Frankly, I was shocked. I didn't believe it was possible to be nauseous without a body."

Wednesday smiled slightly, "She fought you."

The memory of Riddle glared suddenly, "She failed pitifully!"

"No one died." Wednesday said, her voice suddenly clear as if a light had lit in her mind. "The Basilisk is insane, I've heard it ranting. It's a killer, and yet no one died. She fought you, right to the end."

"And she FAILED." Tom growled, "Soon she will be dead, and I'll be back... and the Wizarding world will tremble at my feet."

"You'll be stopped!" Harry yelled.

"By who? YOU!? Don't make me laugh, boy."

"Dumbledore will stop you!" Harry said.

"That old fool was chased from the castle by a mere MEMORY of me!" Riddle snarled back. "He couldn't stop me before, and he won't be able to now."

"Liar!"

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Harry?" Tom sneered, "I don't care about Dumbledore. This is all about you."

Harry fell back as the others looked confused, "M... me? What do I have to do with it?"

"Everything." Tom said, stepping toward Harry. "As soon as she wrote about you, I knew that I had to arrange this little meeting. I had to know, you see. How did a little BRAT like you take down the most powerful Dark Lord of all time?"

Harry swallowed, "What do you care? Voldemort was after your time!"

Tom sneered again, "Voldemort is my Past, Present, and Future you idiot boy."

He drew out Ginny's wand and flicked it through the air, writing out his name.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Then, with a series of wand gestures, he rearranged the letters.

I Am Lord Voldemort.

The group read the changes in stunned silence.

For a second.

"So this is the dude with Mold in his Shorts?"

Ron gaped at Xander in total shock as Wednesday smirked just slightly and Harry stifled a snicker.

Tom, however, spun on him, "You DARE!?"

"Hey look, you're the dumb dork who picked a name that easy to make fun of, man." Xander told him. "You should have stuck with Tom. Hard to make fun of Tom. Of course the Great Dark Lord Tom doesn't have much of a ring to it, so I guess I understand. Still, man, you should have picked something scarier."

"Indeed." Wednesday said simply, "Flight from Death is hardly fear inspiring."

"It means flight OF DEATH!"

"No." Wednesday shook her head, "That would be Vol *du* Mort. Vol de Mort is flight FROM death."

"ENOUGH!" The memory of Tom Riddle screamed, stamping its feet with depressingly little effect since he was lacking much in the way of a body.

"I think we hit a nerve." Xander mock whispered.

"I believe you're right." Wednesday replied.

"Silence!" Tom snarled, then turned on Harry. "Now speak! Tell me, boy, how did you survive!? Twice we have met, in your past and my future, and twice I have failed to kill you. What makes you special!? How is it that you, of all people, can survive the greatest sorcerer ever?"

"*Cough*Arrogant*Cough*" Xander said into his hand.

Tom ignored him, focusing on Harry. "Speak boy. SPEAK!"

Harry straightened his back, glaring right back at the memory of his parent's killers. "You're not, you know."

"What?"

"You're not the greatest. Albus Dumbledore is! Everyone says so. You were afraid of him when you were alive, and your shade still cowers in some dark hole today, afraid of Dumbledore!" Harry yelled, "You're a coward. You always were, and you always will be!"

Riddle screamed in frustration, "Albus Dumbledore is NOTHING compared to me! I am the most powerful sorcerer of all TIME!"

"And modest." Xander said, looking at Wednesday, "So modest too. Don't you think?"

Wednesday rolled her eyes, "For a certain meaning of the word. He's certainly a modest sorcerer, at least."

Tom glared at her for a moment before her words penetrated, then he let out another scream and spun around.

"Speak to me oh Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts FOUR!"

The sound of stone grinding on stone began to echo through the chamber.