A few days have passed, all everyone seemed to care or talk about was the blood on the wall, The Chamber of Secrets and the cat. Hermione and I had been spending most of our time in the library, I had managed to find a book on Parseltongue 'Parseltongue: A Guide'. When Hermione and I weren't looking for more information on the Chamber or Secrets.

Currently sitting at the Slytherin table on a cold Friday afternoon, with Capone, whom was munching on some carrots that were sitting on my plate, while i was reading, the Parseltongue guide. Now currently on chapter two, the origins of the language.

... Because of the language of Parseltongue is hereditary and so often only passed amongest families, it is difficult to trace a 'creator' of the language. Though the origins are traced with great difficulty, those who possess its gifts often have risen to great renown in the wizard society. It is thought that the families that are decedents of Salazar Slytherin have been often been able to speak it. It is known that Lord Voldemort, the dark wizard was able to speak it as well...

He was a Parseltongue? Did that mean he was some how linked to Salazar? Was Voldemort a decedent? I shook my head, something else we share I suppose. Being related to a founder of Hogwarts. Skipping over the chapter, already understanding the origins, were likely from an anstor of Salazar, It was hard to believe there was a time before the founders of Hogwarts. That there was someone that I was related to, past Rowena Ravenclaw, that wasn't a Ravenclaw. That Rowena was a decedent of. I shook my as I went to the third chapter, the varieties of Parseltongue .

From what has been observed, there are many different varieties of Parseltongue : "Accents", if you will. Three, however emerge as the most prominent of types, and the ones that the average speaker of Parselt tongue might encounter in their life time. They are as follows;

Reptilian: The first and most obvious type of Parseltongue, the reptilian version of the language tends to be shorter and less complex than more developed styles. It tends to have little to no breaks in it's verbalization, most likely due to the difficulty for reptiles to adapt to human patterns of speech. There are several subsets of this version of Parseltongue , including Boa Reptilian, Venomus Reptilian, and others, though they share the same general traits.

Western: The second type of Parseltongue, and the one which I will be focusing my energy on in this book, is Western Parseltongue. This is the form commonly utilized by humans, due to the more human-like speech patterns and the additions of inflection and expanded vocabulary. This form is still understood by reptiles, but some words may be difficult for them to comprehend, as they are human concepts; it is also a form that is considered elitist to reptiles and some humans, as it is used primarily by those humans who consider it an indication of social status.

Western-Reptilian: The final type of Parseltongue is Western-Reptilian, and obviously this is a compilation of both the Western and Reptilian forms. It does not have the complexity of the Western type, nor does it have quite the fluidity of the Reptilian. It is a happy medium, most commonly used by those witches and wizards who find that they have a natural talent for Parseltongue but don't often use it.

Alright, so there's the fluent one for actual snakes, one for the families to talk and one that mixes them, for beginners perhaps?

I had then decided to get up from my seat, putting the book into my bag, Capone onto my sholder, wih a carrot still in his paw, as he proceeded to eat it, while I walked out. I needed to soak in the information. I ended up in the Slytherin commons room, no one was really hear. Walking up the stairs to the second level I stopped in front of the picture of Salzar Slytherin. Wait, would he know more about the language? Could he explain it some more?

"Salzar Slytherin" I said, greeting him as I walked closer to his painting. that looked down at me.

"Ravenclaw" He greeted back, "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Your living self was a Parseltongue, I want more information on it" I stated, going on, recalling that the book suggested that Voldemort could speak it, "Voldemort spoke it, was he related to Salzar?"

The painting nodded, with a decently evil smile, "Parseltongue was how I'd enter my Chamber of Secrets, spoke and tamed my beast. As for Voldemort, I'd presume so, as he knew the language when he went to school here."

I didn't expect the information, but hearing him talk about it being his chamber made me recall to a history book in the library at the Ravenclaw manor, the Chamber was his, "behind him he'd left a chamber, one that could only be opened by a true heir of Slytherin. When they open it they will release the horror within and purge the school of muggle born" I whispered, quoting the book.

"Yes, yes. I've hear from the others that there was a note on a wall, refering to my chamber. I'm curious, as to whom here is an heir, would've been easier if they shared my name, as you share that or Rowena." He grumbled.

I then looked at him, "what's the beast you spoke of? Where's the Chamber located?" I began quzing him, then it finally hit me, his words of Voldemort going to school here, I could finally get a name. I could finally have an answer as to who he was, "You knew Voldemort when he was a student?" I questioned him.

"Indeed I did, a bright, very worthy boy.." He then stopped talking narrowing his eyes, "why so curious Ravenclaw?"

"What was his name?" I replied, not answering his question.

He raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

I narrowed my own eyes, becoming impatient, "The man tried to kill me at least three times last year. I've desired to know who the man was, before he became evil."

The painting after a few moments then replied, causing my heart to stop at the name he spoke, "Tom Marvolo Riddle"

I felt my jaw drop, my mind was spinning. The diary. Tom. My Tom. Was the very spirit of the dark lord himself. But how had the memory of his teenage self been sealed inside the inanimate object, like that of a diary?

Hoe had I let Tom Riddle- No, Voldemort- trick me? He seemed so charming, intelligent an equal to me. But how had I been fooled, so easily? I felt dizzy, overwhelmed, I was tricked. I had a part of Voldemort with me all this time. I took a step backwards, my knees were buckled, causing me to fall backwards. I felt my head hit something, then darkness.

The mirror was in front of me, but I didn't see my reflection, I saw the two halves of Voldemort. In their hands was the diary. Looking down into my own hands I saw I had the diary in my own hands. Then darkness, I was standing, Voldemort on Quirrell, he, they were was in the same space as me. Voldemort was staring at my hands, I looked down to see the diary in them. I then looked back up at him,

"I desired to know who you were. You spared not my life but the fragment of yourself within these pages." I whispered, coming to the realization, recalling to the mirror that showed me Voldemorts two halves.

He nodded at me walking forward, "You betrayed everyone, just for me" He whispered, when he stopped in front of me. You should've known better, why didn't you?" He questioned walking around me, "You're a trator. You're unintended treachery, it's what's going to get people killed. If only you had known better, you should've realized it. Perhaps, you're a daft moron, the same level as Longbottom."

I fell to my knees holding my face in my hands, crying in frustration, guilt and self hatred. How did I not know? How could I have been so foolish? Then the scenery changed, around me, looking up I saw the wooping willow with my family, friends and professors. I couldn't look away.

"You've killed me" Hermione had whispered from the tree, as it then began shaking its branches around. Till bits and parts were began flying off. Then everything changed again. The mirror was back, I was looking into it, my reflections was staring back, she didn't have the same hair or eyes anymore. Her hair was silver, looking like the blood of a unicorn, while the eyes were a cold sharp light color, looking purple, and she had black blood going from her eyes, as she smiled at me. She then stood, up as did I. Standing up fully, in the mirror now was the snake like demon himself, Voldemort, smiling, it sent shivers down my back. I looked next to me to see a handsome boy, the other half of Voldemort. Tom Riddle.

Then Tom, the younger Voldemort looked to me. Tilting his head to the side, "what an equal, you're turning out to be even more like me then I had thought." He smiled devilishly, "Turning into a white demon yourself, my my how it must feel to be alike to care for someone that has killed and will kill again." he then leaned into my ear, whispering, "And it's all your fault"

I shut my eyes, opening them again, to see a familiar ceiling, of the hospital wing. I sat up, see it was late. Looking down at my hands, I felt terrible. I had Voldemort, literally in my hands, and lost him. I wanted to cry, and scream. How could I have been so stupid? What else have I not noticed?

"You're awake" the calm voice of Dumbledore echoed, I didn't look up or speak, if I do I'd release my emotions for sure. "You had a nasty fall, and hit your head on a step." He waited for a response, "What's troubling you?"

Not looking up I finally responded, " I saw a spider and it scared me" It was a lie of course.

It was quiet for a bit, till he spoke, "Well, fear is an interesting thing."

I looked up at him, he knew who Voldemort was before he was before. What else did he know? Did he know about the diary? What was this man holding back? "It's fine, may I leave?"

"When Madam Pomfrey says so" He answered, "But till then was there anything else you'd like to talk about?"

Did I want to talk about my foolishness? Did I want to question him about Tom Riddle? I of course, did, but I doubt he would answer me, give me a direct answer. Just leave me hanging and frustrated. I just shook my head, "I'd like to be left alone"

He just looked at me, studying me, "Hm. Alright" Dumbledore responded, getting up, "If there is anything do come see me" then he left. Thankfully.