Chapter 3
Harry took a deep breath, then looked at the sink with the snake on it and hissed "Open". Once the passageway to the Chamber of Secrets opened, Harry waited for a minute, then jumped in and slid down the tunnel to the Chamber.
The bottom looked pretty much like it had before. There were lots of bones scattered around. Harry got to the point of the cave-in. He levitated a few more rocks out of the way to make the opening larger, then slipped through. At the vault door that was the main entrance to the Chamber, Harry once again hissed "open" and the door opened.
The basilisk was still there, looking pretty much as it had a year ago when he killed it. The ink spot from the diary was there as was the fang he'd used to stab the diary and free Ginny Weasley from the soul of Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. Harry went and sat by the basilisk to think about what he was planning to do. He knew there would be some folks that would be mad with him, but they didn't understand what he had to go through.
He did not doubt that when he got to the Dursleys this time, Vernon would kill him for what Harry had done to his sister, Marge. Harry's accidental magic had blown her up like a balloon and she floated away. Of course, the Ministry had come and made things right, but this was not something Vernon would ever forget. Vernon had tried once before when he'd lost a big contract at work. Vernon had held his head under the water in the bathtub for however long it took for Harry to stop breathing. Vernon had thrown him back into his cupboard. That had jolted his lungs back to work and helped jar the water in his lungs free. Harry believed that if he hadn't had magic, he would be dead. The next morning when Petunia had come to let him out of his cupboard to fix breakfast, Vernon thought the dead had arisen and never tried that again. It didn't stop the beatings though.
Harry thought that when Sirius said he wanted Harry to live with him that his problem had been solved. Then, in a flash, it was gone. He'd already tried to tell Professor Dumbledore about the problems, but Dumbledore had just offered him a lemon drop and told him that the Dursleys was the safest place for him. Ron's parents were brilliant, but they'd just tell Dumbledore and he'd be back at the Dursleys anyway. Hermione's parents were muggles, so they wouldn't be able to do anything if a wizard came and took Harry back to his "home."
No, he was out of options. He was tired of being hailed as a hero one day and branded a dark lord the next. Even his own house had turned against him in his first year when they'd lost all of those points for helping Hagrid smuggle a dragon out of Hogwarts. Nobody wanted "Harry." No, they wanted "Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived." Or "Harry Potter the basilisk slayer." Or they wanted "Harry Potter the heir to the Potter estate." Nobody wanted Harry, the thirteen-year-old boy trying to learn how to be the best wizard he could. Except for Sirius. And Sirius was on the run again.
Harry looked at the basilisk fang he'd used to stab the diary with. It looked "dry" for lack of a better description. It looked like all of the venom had drained from it. Harry went over to the basilisk and saw where that fang had come from. He took his wand and sent a cutting curse to the fang next to the empty space. The fang dropped to the ground. Harry picked it up, then did one last thing – he took his wand and broke it. Nobody should have the brother want to Voldemort's! He took a couple of deep breaths and centered himself, then stabbed himself right through the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Then he knew no more.