I had a pretty bad day at work today and decided to randomly read reviews to feel better about myself and then I decided to upload this chapter. There is one more chapter in part 1 and then I need to start writing again because I am in the middle of part 2, which is the third year. I apparently hate the first year or something because none of my stories ever take place then. I have a couple of ideas for some other years of Harry Potter so you never know when this story will end, not anytime soon though.

Chapter 4: Chamber of Secrets Time

"I think this is the part with the giant spiders." I remembered.

"Oh, hell no. I vote we go get a snack." Linda decided.

"I agree with you on this one." I said walking with Linda towards the kitchen and away from the any door or window that would lead us outside.

"Hmmm, I think there is something we were supposed to be doing…" I commented looking at the clock.

"Wasn't the Chamber of Secrets opened soon?" Linda questioned while flicking pieces of paper towards a random hole in the wall, bored with doing nothing.

"Oh yeah, maybe we should go watch what happens." I offered.

"Better than doing nothing." Linda said glaring at the random hole.

"The plot does like our plan." I agreed suddenly wondering why there was a random hole and what might have been in it at one time.

"Where are we going?" Linda questioned once she noticed we were not going the right way to get to the girl's bathroom.

"To steal Snape's wand." I replied simply.

"Why?" Linda questioned.

"Because I want a wand too." I pouted.

"Why?"

"I don't want to meet crazy creepy book people without one."

"Why?"

"Why not?" I questioned back slightly annoyed with her always asking me why.

"So what's the plan?" Linda questioned suddenly excited about stealing his wand.

"I grab it and we run."

"Not a very good plan."

"No it's not but it's all I got."

"Okay." Linda agreed to go along with my plan.

I calmly walked up to Snape, where he was conveniently standing in the hallway with his wand out. Thank goodness I didn't have to get it out of his pocket, which would be creepy. I grabbed the pretty wand and ran for it. I got down the hallway and hid behind a pillar which, conveniently, had a random secret passageway. We both went through it and were safe.

"So why are we in the kitchen again?" I questioned.

"Snacks?" Linda pondered.

"Oh okay."

"Would masters like anything?" a random house elf questioned.

"Nerds." Linda answered.

"A cupcake." I decided.

"Oh no!" Linda shouted looking at the ground suddenly.

"What?" I questioned looking around for the random enemy.

"I dropped my Nerds."

"Oh."

"Don't 'Oh' at me. This is a serious problem." Linda said. We both looked on the ground for Linda's Nerds.

"Maybe it went over here." I said pointing down the hallway.

"You are right, it could have rolled." Linda agreed as we walked down the hallway right into the girl's bathroom. We kept looking at the ground until we noticed that there was a big hole in the floor.

"Maybe it went down there?" I offered pointing at the hole.

"Oh wait, it was in my hand the whole time." Linda figured out.

"Linda, sometimes you scare me." I muttered. We went down the hole only to find ourselves on the wrong end of Gildery's wand.

"What are you two doing here?" He questioned.

"Looking for Nerds." Linda answered honestly.

"Trying to figure out why there is a gaping hole in the middle of a bathroom." I informed him.

"You both can come with us. It's not like the two of you can do anything without wands." Lockhart ordered.

"Sacrifice!" Linda shouted pushing me towards the falling rocks effectively making me get trapped on the other side with Harry.

"Linda!" I shouted angrily.

"I don't like snakes!" Linda shouted back slightly muffled by the rocks.

"You know if you didn't push me we could have both stayed on that side of the rocks."

"Then the story couldn't have gone on."

"Fine stay there, where it is safe, be that way."

"So what now?" Harry questioned.

"Now we venture forth and you do things while I find a nice comfy place to watch." I decided pushing Harry away from the rock pile. For some reason I don't think he liked that plan.

"We should go get help." Ron decided.

"It's better than staying here with the rat bones." Linda mused.

"Let's go." Ron decided before they left. As they were walking, because Linda refused to run, through the hallway to get help Ron walked right into Snape.

"Where do you think you are going?" Snape questioned.

"We were—

"We?" Snape questioned gesturing to the fact that Ron was by himself.

"Where did Linda go?" Ron questioned looking around for Linda, but not finding her. Because she is hiding.

"There is a note." Snape said watching a piece of paper magically float in the air where Linda supposedly once stood.

"What's it say?" Ron questioned.

"It says 'Candice is also down there'." Snape humored Ron for once.

"Oh yeah." Ron remembered.

"Let's go." Snape said stalking down the hallway.

"Ah, Harry Potter." Tom greeted.

"Yes, focus on him." I whispered badly.

"You were one of the crazy girls who wrote in my journal." Tom said looking at me.

"Diary." I coughed fakely. "And you were the crazy psycho book."

"Definitely one of them."

"Yes, but which one?" I questioned.

"Wait, what's going on?" Harry questioned.

"I'll explain later." I decided shooing away Harry's questions, literally.

"Short version of what I was going to say is I am Voldemort." Tom explained.

"Thanks for shorting it." I said happy I didn't have to listen to an explanation of something I already knew.

"So why do you have Ginny?" Harry questioned.

"I am stealing her life for mine." Tom answered.

"I knew it."

"What?" Harry asked shocked.

"Meet the Basilisk." Tom said summoning the giant snake. The snake then chased Harry away.

"So, which one do you think I am?" I questioned once more.

"I don't know yet."

"Your genius is highly overrated."

"Don't mock me." Tom said angrily.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I questioned with a slight whine.

"You can explain to me what you know of my other self." Tom offered.

"That would take a long time." I mused.

"I thought you knew nothing." Tom smirked.

"Meanie." I shot back.

"You are the one who had the purple pen." Tom guessed.

"Correct." I clapped.

"What do I win?" Tom questioned.

"The joy of knowing you were right."

"I am always right."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

"What is your name?"

"That's a secret." I said glancing around as if we were being watched.

"I will find out eventually." Tom decided.

"Sure you will."

"Someone will inform me."

"Sure they will."

"If not I could always torture you."

"You could, or you could ask nicely."

"I think I would rather torture you." He decided.

"I would rather you didn't."

"I am sure you would."

"For some reason being tortured doesn't sound like fun."

"It's not supposed to be fun."

"Thus the torture I suppose."

"What year are you in?"

"Good question." I stated looking like I was thinking about it, which I wasn't but he doesn't need to know that.

"How do you not know what year you are in?"

"Because I am technically not going to this school."

"How are you here?"

"Magic."

"Magic?"

"Yup definitely magic."

"Could you be more specific?"

"Powerful magic."

"Was it a ritual?"

"Not that I know of."

"A spell?"

"Maybe."

"A Potion?"

"Possibly."

"Don't you know?"

"Nope."

"How old are you?"

"Younger than you."

"Are you ever going to give me a straight answer?"

"Not so much."

"What are you doing here, if you are not a student?"

"Reading, learning, mostly annoying people."

"Learning?"

"I keep reading spell books because I am bored."

"So you are a witch?"

"I think so."

"Do you have a wand?"

"Nope, Linda does though."

"Linda?"

"Sparkley green pen."

"Ah."

"Oh look Harry's back." I pointed out.

"I will be back in a moment." He said oddly politely for a crazy psychopath.

"Sure you will."

"Don't move."

"Oh yeah, I was so going to move with a basilisk on the loose." I stated before sitting down on a pile of rubble that was randomly on the floor.

Preview from next chapter: Going Home Time

"Did I hear someone say doomed?" I questioned walking out of the room I was being interrogated in.

"Doomed!"

"Doooooom." I repeated.

"You don't even know what she is talking about."

"Doesn't matter either way we are doomed."