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The journey down was not unlike riding a giant slide and honestly under better circumstances Harry could find himself doing this again for fun. He quickly banished those thoughts as reached the bottom, where he found Prof. McGonagall waiting patiently for him.

"Some ride" Harry commented, trying to look back up the pipe in an effort to figure out just how deep underground they were.

"I'd say we're are somewhere under the black lake" said McGonagall, having understood just what the young ninja was trying to learn.

Taking in their surroundings the two magicals found themselves in a dark, damp stone tunnel. In fact, if it weren't for the bones scattered along the ground, Harry would've found it to be quite comfortable given that he actually lived in a sewer.

Using the lumos charm to light her wand, McGonagall led the way as she and Harry moved through the tunnels in search of any sign of Ginny and the Heir.

The pair walked in silence for what felt like miles, passing through winding tunnels. When they finally reached what seemed to be the entrance to the inner chamber, McGonagall couldn't help but gasp at the sight. For right in front of them was the shed skin of the Basilisk, and by the size they could guess the beast to now be over 50ft long.

The sound of a cracking bone had Harry and McGonagall turning on their heels, their respective weapons pointed at where they had entered when much to their surprise Gilderoy Lockhart stepped out into the open.

"Well I must thank you for getting me this far" said Lockhart. "But I'll take it from here."

"Gilderoy what is this nonsense?" Minerva demanded. "This isn't the time for your grandstanding. There are students' lives at risk. So either help or leave."

To their surprise Lockhart actually had the nerve to mock them, taking a pose as he pretending to think about helping to save Harry's friends.

"Nah. You see I've been looking for this place for a while now."

"So what, you planning on making it your new clubhouse?" Harry mocked.

But the night's surprises weren't over yet. As Lockhart's body began to go through a strange transformation. His arms, neck, and legs stretched out revealing metal beneath his skin. Finally, his torso opened up revealing a Kraang!

"Ok I did not see that coming" said Harry, stunned by the reveal. "Guess this explains why you were such a lousy teacher."

"I am Kraang Subprime" the alien declared, posing his Lockhart bot for emphasis. "Greatest Kraang spy in history. And for the record I didn't jack that loser until your first Quidditch match. Not my fault he was an idiot."

"Ok that's fair" the young ninja had to give the alien that one. "Now, what do you want with the Chamber?"

"Oh let me tell you our plans like some corny movie villain" Subprime said mockingly. "Get real Potter."

Mindful of their ever dwindling chance of saving her poisoned students, Minerva stepped forward, standing between Subprime and Harry.

"As I've said we don't have time for you" the professor declared, keeping her wand trained on the Kraang.

"Get real, pussycat. Kraang gave you, your magic. You really think it's going to work on me?" Subprime taunted, but to the alien's confusion Minerva actually smirked at his challenge.

"So I've heard. And I suppose you want a thank you then?" Minerva mocked, showing just why she's the Head of Gryffindor. "In case you aren't aware this isn't the first time I've helped fight your kind, Kraang Subprime. And there are ways I can deal with you."

Making her point Minerva cast a low power blasting curse at Subprime as expected the Kraang metal refused to be destroyed by her magical power but the resulting explosion was still enough to knock the Lockhart bot back a few feet.

"What're you nut?!" the alien snapped. "You'll burry us alive!"

"That may be. But it does make a point. My spells may not be able to harm you directly but I'm quite capable of finding other ways" Minerva said fearlessly. "Mr. Potter hurry ahead. I'll deal with this."

Harry wanted to argue but one look from the Transfiguration Professor told him that'd be unwise. As he took off running further into the chamber Harry couldn't help but maybe feel a little bad for Subprime as the alien would soon find out why Minerva McGonagall is not to be toyed with.

Harry passed through another series of tunnels until finally he found himself standing before the final door between himself and the Chamber of Secrets. Just as with the first lock in Myrtle's bathroom, the door was sealed with Parseltongue. Activating his Blood Vein, Harry was about to absorb the seals magic when suddenly the door opened, leaving no doubt in the young ninja's mind that not only was the Heir aware he was in the tunnels but was going so far as to invite him in.

Well guess I shouldn't keep him waiting.

Entering the Chamber of Secrets, Harry couldn't help but think that Salazar Slytherin, seriously had a snake fixation. The room was filled with carvings of serpents winding around stone pillars, as far as the eye could see. The walls were illuminated with a soft greenish glow, adding to the Slytherin snake motif. And at the end of the Chamber stood a statue, depicting who could only be Salazar Slytherin himself.

But what stood at the base of the statue had Harry's blood chill for lying there was the body of Ginny Weasley.

"Ginny!" Harry cried, caution forgotten as he hurried to her side.

Almost fearfully, Harry checked her pulse; he couldn't help but sigh in relief when he felt that Ginny's pulse was as strong as ever.

"Don't worry, Potter. She's only asleep" a voice spoke from behind him.

Quickly getting to his feet, Harry turned to face Draco Malfoy, who was standing next to what appeared to be the spirit of a sixteen-year-old boy.

"She wouldn't be good bait as a corpse" said Draco, taking over for the spirit.

"Guessing she didn't go easy" Harry smirked, pointing to what looked to be a slightly healed black eye on Draco's face; his friends put up a good fight.

The unnamed teenager seemed amused by Harry's words while the Malfoy heir, grit his teeth in frustration at the humiliation of getting punched in the eye by those he considered beneath him.

"I'd watch that tongue of yours Potter!" Draco sneered. "It's already cost your-ugh!"

Malfoy's had gone too far, mouthing off about his victims, Harry's friends, earning himself a painful kick to the gut from the angry ninja.

"I'd watch that tongue of your Malfoy" Harry mocked, watching as the Slytherin fell to the ground in pain. "Now, why don't we cut the act. I know you're not the one in charge here."

"Now, how do you figure that?" asked the ghostly teenager.

"Easy, not ever ferret boy is that pale" said the young ninja, noting that Draco was indeed growing paler by the second. "So let me guess, some kind of possession?"

"Impressive."

"I've seen a lot of horror movies. Guess they got more right about ghosts then I thought."

"Not quite a ghost. I am a memory, preserved in this diary for fifty years." The spirit explained, removing a familiar book from Draco's robes. "Yes, the very same book that Lucius tried to slip to little Ginny Weasley."

"So Draco fell into his own father's trap. Couldn't have happened to a better guy. Mind telling me who I'm speaking with?"

"Tom Riddle" the spirit introduced himself. "I must say you've really done some damage to this vermin's ego."

"Now that's not nice" said Harry. "I thought you two were best buds."

"Just the means to an end. Draco here, took the diary from his father thinking he could fulfill his plan, unaware of what it truly was of course."

Harry's mind flashed back to the beginning of the semester when, Draco had ignored the perfect opportunity to hassle him about Colin Creevey's desire for a picture of the boy-who-lived. At the time he figured the Malfoy heir had learned to leave him alone of his humiliating public defeat; now Harry realized he was searching for an opportunity to slip one of them the diary.

"Ah I see you're starting to understand. After he kept failing to make the plant, Draco got curious about what made my diary so special. I reached out to him and used that squib's cat as a demonstration of my power. Sadly, he had no true ambition other than to show himself as a proper pure blood heir, sad really what counts as a Slytherin these days. He left me alone for weeks until that dueling club match he had with your friend Longbottom. To be beaten so easily by someone he'd publically written off as a pathetic excuse of a wizard; worse yet a friend of yours proved to be too much for him."

"And the idiot gave himself over to you" said Harry, now gripping his tantō.

"Of course he did" Riddle smirked. "He wrote in the diary, started carrying it everywhere. Of course I couldn't have him dropping it again so I kept him conscious as I worked to finish Slytherin's great work. He actually believed I was granting him power. As if I'd grant power to such a pathetic wizard."

Now feeling too weak to yell, let alone stand Draco could only let his anger fester silently as he listened to how he'd been made a fool of. His pride as a Malfoy blinding him as he silently swore to have his revenge.

"So was it yours or Malfoy's idea to go after my friends?" Harry demanded.

"Afraid that was just bad luck on their part. If we hadn't found the real Crabbe and Goyle, their deception might've worked. Though I admit it was my idea to let them escape back to the rest of your little friends. With Draco informing me of your weekend trips out of the castle, I needed a way to get your attention. You see I have so many questions for you?"

"Like what?" Harry spat, tightening his grip on his weapon.

"Well," Riddle said nonchalantly, despite the hungry gleam in his eyes. "How is it, that you, a boy that can't even wield a wand, that chooses to rely on filthy muggle tricks, managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?"

"Oh come on?! Are you seriously telling me all this was because of that boy-who-lived nonsense?!" the ninja raged; Harry would probably never get over his disdain for the moniker and his annoyance with anyone who actually believed it. "How am I supposed to know? I was a freaking baby! Why do you even care?!"

"I care because Voldemort is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter…."

Riddle then pulled Draco's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:

Tom Marvolo Riddle

He then waved the wand once more, and the letters rearranged themselves:

I am Lord Voldemort

"Are you kidding me?!" Harry snapped. "It's a freaking anagram!"

"Don't you dare mock me!" Riddle ragged. "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…."

"Oh shut up!"

Riddle's eyes took a sinister red tint as Harry snapped impatiently at the villain's rant.

While he didn't personally care about Draco, in fact hearing that his father's master was in truth a half blood, probably hurt his pride more than anything he could've done. In fact, after attacking his friends' Harry felt he deserved worse but under no circumstances was he going to put up with a stupid villain monologue while his friends were counting on him.

"I don't have time for your ego!" Harry declared boldly, drawing his tantō. "So let's do this!"

Harry would be the first to admit that while he didn't have Raph's temper, he certainly did have a bit of a vengeful streak in him. Facing the one responsible for his friends' conditions was more than enough to get his blood boiling. But he still remembered Splinter's warning about being blinded by revenge; with his friends on the line, Harry was determined to do this right.

Even if the only way to do so was to face a deadly giant magical serpent but hey no plan was perfect.

"Very well, Potter" Riddle spat, clearly lacking Harry's self-control. As he turned to face the large statue of Salazar Slytherin, Riddle began to hiss in what Harry could only assume was Parseltongue. "Speak to me, Slytherin greatest of the Hogwarts Four!"

Harry watched as Slytherin's stone face began to move, the mouth opening wider and wider, leaving an opening large enough for something to emerge from, something like the Basilisk.

Aware of the great serpent's deadly gaze, Harry pulled a strip of cloth from his pocket and tied it around his eyes to act as a blindfold; relying on his other senses to get him through this.

So to recap: Ron, Luna, Neville, and Hermione are slowly dying from Basilisk venom, that Donnie needs me to get a sample of if he's to have any chance of saving them. McGonagall is busy fighting some sort of high ranking Kraang. And I've now got to rescue the currently unconscious Ginny, beat some crazy teenaged Voldemort, and Basilisk, before our friends die all while wearing a blindfold. Yeah this is going to be awesome.

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