Part 4
A/N: Originally, I had years 3-6 one chapter each because the only highlights of the years will be what is covered in the chapters. However, year 3 is divided due to length.
Warning: This is a long chapter due to the memories. So, what I'm going to do is post all the parts about the Pensieve all at once. That way, you can get the full effect.
Chapter 18: The Pensieve Part I
To say that the disappearance of Harry, Ginny, Taran, and Tara was a surprise to everyone would be an understatement.
"Not again." Ron had complained when he heard the news.
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During the Third Year,
Everything was peaceful in England. All of the students in Megan's class were permitted to go to Hogsmeade. Every Hogsmeade weekend, Megan would sneak off to visit her brother's home only to find it empty. Neville was doing a great job at DADA.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny had dropped the kids off at their friend's place in Italy. They had met Roberto when they were last there. They took off to Albania to find Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and other Slytherins attempting to bring Voldemort back. They quickly stopped them.
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Meanwhile in Hogsmeade,
The children had finally gotten permission to go to Hogsmeade. As everyone else went exploring, Megan walked up to her brother's abandon house.
"Hello?" she asked as she opened the door.
Nothing.
She went exploring, which had been extremely hard with her brother, sister-in-law, niece, and nephew around due to the fact that some of the rooms had been off limits. Finally, she came to a room. She opened the door and saw a table with a pensieve in the middle. In it, memories swirled around. By the bowl of memories, there was a note.
Megan,
Sorry for leaving without properly saying "Goodbye." We had to leave sooner than we thought. There had been Death Eaters spotted so Ginny and I went to go stop them from bringing Voldemort back. We weren't sure whether or not we would be too late, so we took Taran and Tara with us. Can you take care of Dobby for us? All you really have to do is visit him during your Hogsmeade trips and during the breaks. Thanks. And be careful just in case.
Love,
Harry
P.S. I had a feeling you'd explore and find this room. So, I'm giving you permission to look into the pensieve. You should be able to see the highlights of my years in Hogwarts.
Because of Megan's curiosity, she decided to take advantage of the situation and plunged into the pensieve.
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A few seconds later, she found herself in a room surrounded by fire. To her left, she saw an eleven year old version of her brother. In the center of the room, stood a large mirror and a man with a turban.
"You!" Harry gasped.
The man smiled.
"Me." He confirmed calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter."
"But I thought… Snape…"
"Severus?" the man laughed. "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"
"But Snape tried to kill me!" Harry argued.
"No, no, no. I tried to kill you." Quirrell told the eleven year old.
This took Megan by surprise.
"Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at the Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with you. Another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a countercurse, trying to save you."
"Snape was trying to save me?"
"Of course. Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it again. Funny, really…he needn't have bothered. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself unpopular…and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight." Quirrell told Harry.
Megan gasped as Quirrell snapped his fingers and ropes sprang out of thin air binding Harry.
"You're too nosy to live, Potter." Quirrell told him. "Scurrying around the school Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone."
"You let the troll in?" Harry asked.
"Certainly. I have a special gift with trolls…you must have seen what I did to the one in the chamber back there? Unfortunately, while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape, who already suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me off…and not only did my troll fail to beat you to death, that three-headed dog didn't even managed to bite Snape's leg off properly.
"Now, wait quietly, Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror."
"This mirror is the key to finding the Stone. Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this…but he's in London…I'll be far away by the time he gets back…"
"I saw you and Snape in the forest…" Harry blurted out.
"Yes. He was on to me by that time, trying to find out how far I'd got. He suspected me all along. Tried to frighten me…as though he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side…"
Quirrell stopped from going around the mirror and stared into it.
"I see the Stone…I'm presenting it to my master…but where is it?"
Megan looked to see her brother struggling against the ropes.
"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much." He told the man.
"Oh he does," Quirrell told him. "Heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with your father, didn't you know? They loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead."
"But I heard you a few days ago, sobbing…I thought Snape was threatening you…"
"Sometimes, I find it hard to follow my master's instructions…he is a great wizards and I am weak…"
"You mean he was there in the classroom with you?" Harry gasped.
"He is with me wherever I go. I met him when I traveled around the world. A foolish young man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it…Since then, I have served him faithfully, although I have let him down many times. He has had to be very hard on me." Quirrell suddenly shivered. "He does not forgive mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the stone from Gringotts, he was most displeased. He punished me…decided he would have keep a closer watch on me…"
Quirrell then cursed under his breath.
"I don't understand…is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?"
Megan saw her brother attempt to get himself in front of the glass, tripping as he went.
"What does this mirror do?" Quirrell asked "How does it work? Help me, Master!"
"Use the boy…Use the boy…" a voice came from Quirrell.
Megan's eyes went wide and she started to look around the room.
"Yes…Potter…come here." Quirrell said to Harry.
He clapped his hands and the ropes fell off Harry. He slowly got up.
"Come here. Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."
Harry walked toward him.
"Well? What do you see?" Quirrell asked impatiently.
"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," Harry said. "I…I've won the house cup for Gryffindor."
Quirrell cursed again. "Get out of the way."
Harry moved aside and started to walk away.
"He lies…He lies…" the same voice said.
"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you just see?"
"Let me speak to him…face-to-face…"
"Master, you are not strong enough!"
"I have strength enough…for this…"
Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. Megan got a horrible feeling in her stomach.
When the turban came off, she tried to scream, but the only thing that came out was a gasp.
What should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils.
"Harry Potter…" it whispered.
Harry and Megan tried to step back, but couldn't.
"See what I have become?" it continued. "mere shadow and vapor…I have form only when I can share another's body…but there have always been those willing to let me into their heads and minds…Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks…you saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest…and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own…Now…why don't you give me the Stone in your pocket?"
Megan looked at the younger Harry in confusion. How did Harry get the Stone?
Harry stumbled backward.
"Don't be a fool," snarled the face. "Better save your own life and join me…or you'll meet the same end as your parents…They died begging me for mercy…"
"LIAR!" both Harry and Megan shouted.
The face was smiling.
"How touching…I always value bravery…Yes, boy, your parents were brave…I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight…but your mother needn't have died…she was trying to protect you…Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain."
"NEVER!" Harry yelled as he ran for the door.
"SEIZE HIM!" the face cried out.
Megan watched in horror as Quirrell's hand closed on Harry's wrist and there was nothing she could do. All of a sudden, Quirrell let him go. Megan saw that Quirrell's hands were blistering.
"Seize him! SEIZE HIM!" the face shrieked again.
Quirrell lunged and knocked Harry off his feet. Then, Quirrell howled in agony.
"Master, I cannot hold him…my hands…my hands!"
Megan say that Quirrell's hands were burned, raw, and red.
"Then kill him, fool, and be done!" the face screeched.
As Quirrell raised his hand to perform a deadly curse, Harry reached up and grabbed Quirrell's face
"AAAARGH!" Quirrell screamed, his face blistering.
Harry jumped up and caught Quirrell by the arm, and hung on as tightly as possible. It seemed Quirrell could not touch Harry without feeling pain.
The face kept on screaming, "KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"
Just then, Megan saw Dumbledore come in calling out to Harry.
Quirrell wrenched his arm from Harry's grasped and the memory went black.
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Megan looked around when the scenery came back up. This time, she was at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber. Stone pillars entwined with carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place.
Then, she saw a twelve year old version of her brother looking around the Chamber. Both students looked up and saw a giant face above them. It was old and looked like a monkey with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of his robes. As Megan and Harry followed the length of the beard, they saw a small, black-robed figure with red hair.
"Ginny!" Megan heard Harry muttered as he ran to her and dropped to his knees.
"Ginny…don't be dead…please don't be dead…" Harry continued as he turned her over.
Megan saw her future sister-in-law white and cold.
"Ginny, please wake up," Harry begged her.
"She won't wake." A soft male voice said.
Both Potters looked from the Weasley and saw a tall, black-haired boy leaning against a pillar. He was blurred around the edges.
"Tom…Tom Riddle?" Harry asked.
The boy nodded, not taking his eyes off Harry.
"What d'you mean, she won't wake?" Harry asked "She's not…she's not…?"
"She's still alive," Riddle said, "But only just."
Megan and Harry starred at the boy.
"Are you a ghost?" Harry asked.
"A memory," Riddle told him. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years."
Riddle pointed towards a little black book near the statue's giant toes.
"You've got to help me, Tom," Harry said raising Ginny's head. "We've got to get her out of here. There's a basilisk…I don't know where it is, but it could be along any moment, …Please, help me…"
Riddle didn't move. Harry managed to pick his future wife up halfway off the floor. He bent down to pick something up.
"Did you see…?" Harry asked.
Harry looked up. Megan saw that Riddle was still watching him…and twirling her brother's wand.
"Thanks." Harry said to him stretching his hand out for his wand.
Riddle's mouth curved into a smile as he continued twirling the wand.
"Listen," Harry said to him. "We've got to go! If the basilisk comes…"
"It won't come until it is called." Riddle said calmly.
Harry lowered Ginny back onto the floor
"What do you mean?" Harry asked Tom, "Look, give me my wand, I might need it…"
Riddle's smile broadened.
"You won't be needing it."
"What d'you mean, I wont' be…?"
"I've waited a long time for this, Harry Potter," Riddle interrupted. "For the chance to see you. To speak to you."
"Look," a now impatient Harry said. "I don't think you get it. We're in the Chamber of Secrets. We can talk later…"
Megan gasped when her brother revealed the location of the memory.
"We're going to talk now." Riddle told him as he pocketed Harry's wand.
"How did Ginny get like this?" Harry asked slowly.
"Well, that's an interesting question, and a long story. I suppose the real reason Ginny Weasley's like this it because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger."
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"The diary." Riddle explained. "My diary. Little Ginny's been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes…how her brothers tease her, how she had to come to school with secondhand robes and books, how she didn't' the famous, good, great Harry Potter would ever like her."
Megan watched in confusion as Riddle starred at Harry with a hungry look in his eyes.
"It's very boring, having to listen to the silly little troubles of an 11 year old girl. But I was patient. I wrote back. I was sympathetic, I was kind. Ginny simply loved me. No one's ever understood me like you, Tom…I'm so glad I've got this diary to confide in…It's like having a friend I can carry around in my pocket…"
Riddle laughed.
"If I say it myself, Harry, I've always been able to charm the people I needed. So Ginny poured out her soul to me, and her soul happened to be exactly what I wanted…I grew stronger and stronger on a diet of her deepest fears, her darkest secrets. I grew powerful, far more powerful than little Miss Weasley. Powerful enough to start feeding Miss Weasley a few of my secrets, to start pouring a little of my soul back into her…"
"What d'you mean?" Harry asked in horror.
"Haven't you guessed yet, Harry Potter? Ginny Weasley opened the Chamber fo Secrets. She strangled the school roosters and daubed threatening messages on the walls. She set the Serpent of Slytherin on four Mudbloods, and the Squib's cat."
"No," both Harry and Megan whispered.
"Yes." Riddle said calmly. "Of course, she didn't know what she was doing at first. It was very amusing. I wish you could have seen her new diary entries…far more interesting, they became…Dear Tom, I think I'm losing my memory. There are rooster feathers all over my robes and I don't know how they got there. Dear Tom, I can't remember what I did on the night of Halloween, but a cat was attacked and I've got paint all down my front. Dear Tom, Percy keeps telling me I'm pale and I'm not myself. I think he suspects me…There was another attack today and I don't know where I was. Tom, what am I going to do? I think I'm going mad…I think I'm the one attacking everyone, Tom!"
Megan looked at Tom angrily and turned to her brother who had the same expression.
"It took a long time for stupid little Ginny to stop trusting her diary." Riddle continued. "But she finally became suspicious and tried to dispose of it. And that's where you came in, Harry. You found it, and I couldn't have been more delighted. OF all the people who could have picked it up, it was you, the very person I was most anxious to meet…"
"And why did you want to meet me?" Harry asked angrily.
"Well, you see, Ginny told me all about you, Harry. Your whole fascinating history." Riddle's eyes moved to the scar. "I knew I must find out more about you, talk to you, meet you if I could. So, I decided to show you my famous capture of that great oaf, Hagrid, to gain your trust…"
"Hagrid's my friend. And you framed him didn't you? I thought you made a mistake, but…" Harry said even angrier.
Riddle laughed again.
"It was my word against Hagrid's, Harry. Well, you can imagine how it looked to old Armando Dippet. On the one hand, Tom Riddle, poor but brilliant, parentless but so brave, school prefect, model student…on the other hand, big blundering Hagrid, in trouble every other week, trying to raise werewolf cubs under his bed, sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest to wrestle trolls…but I admit, even I was surprised how well the plan worked. I thought someone must realize that Hagrid couldn't possibly be the Heir of Slytherin. It had taken me five whole years to find out everything I could about the Chamber of Secrets and discover the secret entrance…as though Hagrid had the brains, or the power!"
Megan was now fuming. It was only the fact that she was looking at a memory that kept her from punching Tom.
"Only the Transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore, seemed to think Hagrid was innocent. He persuaded Dippet to keep Hagrid and train him as gamekeeper. Yes, I think Dumbledore might have guessed…Dumbledore never seemed to like me as much as the other teachers did…"
"I bet Dumbledore saw right through you." Harry said.
"Well, he certainly kept an annoyingly close watch on me after Hagrid was expelled. I knew it wouldn't be safe to open the Chamber again while I was still at school. But I wasn't going to waste those long years I'd spent searching for it. I decided to leave behind a diary, preserving my 16 year old self in its pages, so that one day, with luck, I would be able to lead another in my footsteps, and finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work."
"Well, you haven't finished it. No one's died this time, not even the cat. I a few hours the Mandrake Draught will be ready and everyone who was Petrified will be all right again…"
"Haven't I already told you," Riddle said. "That killing Mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore? For many months now, my new target has been….you."
Megan and Harry starred at him.
"Imagine how angry I was when the next time my diary was opened it was Ginny who was writing to me, not you. She saw you with the diary, you see, and panicked. What if you found out how to work it, and I repeated all her secrets to you? What if, even worse, I told you who'd been strangling roosters? So the foolish little brat waited until your dormitory was deserted and stole it back. But I knew what I must do. It was clear to me that you were on the trail of Slytherin's heir. From everything Ginny had told me about you, I knew you would go to any lengths to solve the mystery…particularly if one of your best friends was attacked. And Ginny had told me the whole school was buzzing because you could speak Parseltongue…."
"This is a long story." Megan said to herself despite her anger.
"So I made Ginny write her own farewell on the wall and come down here to wait. She struggled and cried and became very boring. But there isn't much life in her…She put too much into the diary, into me. Enough to let me leave its pages at last…I have been waiting for you to appear since we arrived here. I knew you'd come. I have many questions for you, Harry Potter." Tom continued.
"Like what?" Harry spatted.
"Well, how is it that you… a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent… managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?"
"Why do you care how I escaped?" Harry asked. "Voldemort was after your time…"
"Voldemort, is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter…" Riddle said softly
He pulled Harry's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing:
Tom Marvolo Riddle
Then, he wave the wand once, and the letters rearranged themselves. The answer caused Megan to gasp.
I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
"You see?" Tom whispered. "It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No Harry…I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!"
"You're not." Harry said with his voice full of hatred and anger.
"Not what?" Riddle snapped
"Not the greatest sorcerer in the world. Sorry to disappoint you and all that, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says so. Even when you were strong, you didn't dare try and take over at Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw through you when you were at school and he still frightens you now, wherever you're hiding these days…"
The smile left Riddle's face.
"Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!" Riddle hissed.
"He's not as gone as you might think!" Harry retorted.
Riddle opened his mouth, but froze.
Harry, Megan, and Riddle heard music coming from somewhere. It got louder and louder. It sounded unearthly.
Just then, a crimson bird flew in carrying something. It was a Phoenix. And it landed on Harry's shoulder.
"That's a phoenix…" Riddle said staring at it.
"Fawkes?" Harry and Megan breathed.
"And that…that's the old school Sorting Hat…"
Riddle started laughing. "This is what Dumbledore sends his defender! A songbird and an old hat! Do you feel brave, Harry Potter? Do you feel safe now?"
"To business, Harry." Riddle said after getting his laugh. "Twice…in your past, in my future…we have met. And twice I have failed to kill you. How did you survive? Tell me everything. The longer you talk, the longer you stay alive."
Megan watched the two boys in horror. Things were looking bad. And the fact that Riddle was becoming more solid was not helping.
"No one knows why you lost your powers when you attacked me. But I know why you couldn't kill me. Because my mother died to save me. My common Muggle-born mother. She stopped you killing me. And I've seen the real you, I saw you last year. You're a wreck. You're barely alive. That's where all your power got you. You're in hiding. You're ugly, you're foul…"
"So." Riddle interrupted. "Your mother died to save you. Yes, that's a powerful counter-charm. I can see now…there is nothing special about you, after all. I wondered, you see. There are strange likenesses between us, after all. Even you must have noticed. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouths to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. We even look something alike…but after all, it was merely a lucky chance that saved you from me. That's all I wanted to know."
Megan held her breath and watched as her brother stood tense.
"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…"
He casted an amused eye over the phoenix and the Sorting Hat, then walked away to the pillars and spoke to the stone face. But the language was more hissing than words to Megan.
Just then, the face moved. The mouth opened to make a huge black hole. Something started to stir in it.
Harry closed his eyes. Megan followed suite not wanting to take any chances.
A basilisk uncoiled itself from the mouth of Slazar Slytherin.
Riddle hissed something to the snake.
Megan cracked open her eyes and looked to the floor. She saw her brother's feet run sideways and trip.
Riddle laughed.
Just then, there was an explosive sound. Megan squinted up to see what was happening.
It was the first and only time she had ever seen a live basilisk. It was huge, thick, and a poisonous green. She looked to see what was distracting the snake from her brother.
It was Fawkes.
She then remembered her brother's lesson:
Flashback
"Do we want to know how you know that?" Megan asked.
"Not really. And, if the off chance occurs that you actually come across one, make sure you have a phoenix with you and don't look at the serpent until the phoenix rips the eyes out."
End Flashback.
Fawkes long golden beak sank out of sight and a sudden shower of blood spattered to the floor. The basilisk turned and both Harry and Megan saw that the eyes were punctured out.
Riddle hissed angrily at the snake.
"Help me, help me," Megan heard her brother mutter. "Someone…anyone…"
Megan really wanted to help, but knew that she couldn't.
The basilisk's tail whipped across the floor. Something hit Harry in the face as he ducked.
It was the Sorting Hat.
"Now things are getting interesting." Megan said.
Harry placed the hat on his head and shut his eyes tightly.
Then, Harry took the hat off and pulled something out of it.
It was a gleaming silver sword with glittering rubies the size of eggs on the handle.
Riddle hissed angrily at the snake again.
The snake lunged blindly. Harry dodged and raised the sword in both hand.
The basilisk lunged again. Megan screamed loudly as the aim was proven to be true. She didn't notice that Harry had driven the hilt into the roof of the mouth of the serpent.
She only noticed what Harry did to it when the giant snake keeled over and fell to the floor, twitching.
Harry slid down the wall. Megan watched in horror as her brother pulled the poisonous fang from his arm. Fawkes then landed beside the second year boy.
"Fawkes," Harry said thickly. "You were fantastic, Fawkes…."
The bird laid its head on the spot where the wound was.
"You're dead, Harry Potter." Riddle said. "Dead. Even Dumbledore's bird knows it. Do you see what he's doing, Potter? He's crying."
Megan saw that this was true. She even started shedding a few tears.
"I'm going to sit here and watch you die, Harry Potter. Take your time. I'm in no hurry."
Megan forgot that this was a mere memory and that it turns out all right. She ran towards Riddle and threw a punch. She remembered what she had forgotten when her hand went right through his head.
"So ends the famous Harry Potter. Alone in the Chamber of Secrets, forsaken by his friends, defeated at last by the Dark Lord he so unwisely challenged. You'll be back with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Harry…She bought you twelve years of borrowed time…but Lord Voldemort got you in the end, as you knew he must."
Then,
"Get away, bird. Get away from him…I said get away…"
Megan looked at her dying brother and saw that the wound was healed and he was regaining strength.
Riddle pointed Harry's wand at the bird. With a gun like bang, Fawkes flew in a whirl of gold and scarlet.
Megan laughed with joy through her tears.
"Phoenix tears…" Riddle said quietly. "Of course…healing powers…I forgot…But it makes no difference. In fact, I prefer it this way. Just you and me, Harry Potter…you and me…"
He raised the wand.
Fawkes soared back overhead and dropped the diary in Harry's lap. Harry grabbed the fang and plunged it straight into the diary.
With a loud, piercing scream, Tom Riddle started twisting and flailing. Ink spurted out of the diary.
All of a sudden, Tom Riddle had vanished. Harry's wand fell with a clatter.
Harry slowly stood up shakingly. He gathered the wand, the hat, and the sword from the serpents mouth.
Megan breathed a sigh of relief grateful that it was over.
A faint moan came from the end of the Chamber. Harry looked and ran towards Ginny as she sat up. She looked around from the basilisk, Harry, his bloodstained robes, and finally the diary. She suddenly gasped and started crying.
"Harry…oh, Harry…I tried to tell you at b-breakfast, but I c-couldn't say it in front of Percy…it was me, Harry…but I…I s-swear I d-didn't' mean to…R-Riddle made me, he t-took me over…and…how did you kill that…that thing? W-where's Riddle? The last thing I r-remember is him coming out of the diary…"
"It's all right." Harry told her as he showed her the diary. "Riddle's finished. Look! Him and the basilisk. C'mon, Ginny, let's get out of here…"
"I'm going to be expelled!" Ginny cried as Harry helped her up. "I've looked forward to coming to Hogwarts ever since B-Bill came and n-now I'll have to leave and…w-what'll Mum and Dad say?"
Megan felt a twinge of sympathy for her sister-in-law as Fawkes flew them out of the Chamber.
Then, the memory went blank.
TBC
When it came back up, they were back outside. This time, at Hagrid's hut. And also accompanied by someone else. They paled when they noticed the identity at the new visitor.
"Hi guys." Vega Black said standing by Megan's side.
"How much did you see?" Megan asked her.
"Just got here." She told her. "Look. There's Harry and Hermione. They look younger."