Harry was stunned as he as falling asleep. The chamber actually had something more than just a basilisk! He'd spent the last few hours speaking and training with Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts! And that same founder, one of the greatest wizards to ever live, was going to teach him!

"Your heir? What do you mean your heir?"

"You speak the language of the snakes, an ability I created more than one thousand years ago, one that is tied to my bloodline. Being a speaker is the most definitive prove of your lineage."

Harry found it ironic that on his second year, his classmates where kind of right after all.

"How are you here?" He questioned "Are you a ghost?"

"A ghost? A simple ghost? You think the great Salazar Slytherin is just a mere ghost? No, my child, I am way more than a ghost. One could say I AM the chamber of secrets."

"What does that mean? How can you be a chamber?"

"Later, my child. That's something to be discussed later. Now tell me, what brought you to me?"

"I- I don't know." Stuttered a very lost Harry Potter "I needed a place to stay, I was cast out by my housemates, and for some reason I ended up here."

"It was your blood that led you here then. If you need a place to stay, the chamber, as well as all the knowledge within, are yours to use as long as you need. It is your birthright, after all."

"Thank you for the offer, but I don't think sleeping on the floor next to a basilisk is very pleasant."

"You really think the great Salazar Slytherin didn't provide more than a chamber and a snake to his heirs? You will find here a room and a library. You can sleep there."

"A library you say? Can I learn magic from it?" The opportunity to have two of is most pressing needs fulfilled was too good to be true.

"If ritualistic magic is something your interested in, then yes, you'll have all my notes from the field of magic I was more adept of. More than that, I think your better served with the knowledge the school provides."

"I don't need rituals, I need to learn how to fight!"

"Why does a child like yourself need to learn how to fight? And don't they teach you how to fight here at Hogwarts?

And then harry told Salazar everything that happened to him in the last three years at Hogwarts, and the daunting perspective he had for this fourth year.

"And all I learned from that fool's duel club was the disarming spell, Expelliarmus."

Salazar didn't want to say it, but he was impressed with his descendent and what he had accomplished.

"Well, I can see the standards of education for this school has dropped since my last heir found me."

"Your last heir? You mean other people have been here before?"

The voice of Salazar laughed "You thought you were the first one? Quite a few of my heirs found this chamber before, the last one being around fifty years ago"

When he heard that, a bad feeling run through Harry "Fifty years you say? Was that last heir Voldemort?"

"When he came to me, there was none of that Voldemort nonsense. Just a very bright boy, named Tom Riddle"

"And you helped him? How could you? He killed thousands of people! My own two parents included!"

"I didn't help him kill anybody. I just provided him the tools to be great, as all my descendants should be! What he did with the power and knowledge I provided is entirely on his own fault. Don't blame me for the actions of others."

"Maybe, but you still helped in the creation of one of the biggest dark wizards of all time."

"I was not aware of his actions after he left the chamber for the last time, and it saddens me a lot to hear what became of him."

"If you taught him, can you teach me as well? He will come after me once more, I'm sure of it"

"I will teach you to the best of my ability, yes. But to surpass Tom you will need a lot than just knowledge of magic"

"What do you mean by that?"

"As I said before, the field of magic I focused more on is ritualistic sacrificial magic. Is quite dangerous if done careless, but with the right knowledge is the most powerful magic of all."

"So if I want to beat Voldemort, I'll have to perform rituals myself?"

"They will shorten the advantage he has over you, yes"

Feeling a mix of ice and steel running all thru his body, desperation mixed with Harry said "Tell me what to do."

After hours of showing Salazar what magic he was capable of, his voice didn't sound too impressed.

"Your knowledge is obviously lacking a lot of the basics of magic. You know how to perform the spells, and that may be enough for your school grades, but you lack the knowledge of the basics of magic, how it flows, the connection you have with it, and how you can control it to do exactly what you want."

"What do you mean by that? Magic is simple, you have a spell, a wand movement, and then magical power."

"Only the magical power part of what you said is true. And even that is highly incomplete. Magic is a force present on the entire universe and it surrounds us in everything we feel and touch. Wizards are special because they can tap into that force and Will it to do their bidding. The control of that power is entirely based on your intent. Spells are only a way for you to easily focus that intent, they are not a requirement for the use of magic. On the moment you release yourself from that prison, you will feel that the flow of magic can do way more than just a couple of worded spells."

"So, I need to cast them non-verbally? I've read about that in the more advanced years books."

"Yes and no. You will do your magic non-verbally, yes, but you will not be casting spells. You'll be directing you magic according to your intent, with no spells required. This requires a lot of focus, but once you achieved control of magic with just your intent, you will be able to do magic beyond what most people can even imagine"

Harry was tired, it had been a long day full of conflicting emotions. Wrapping his head around the fact that everything he had been taught in his entire time at school was wrong, was proving to be a very difficult task at the moment.

"Can we continue with the lesson tomorrow? I could use some rest right now"

"If that is your wish. But for what you describe to me about your situation, the time we have is scarce, and the forces trying to harm you will not rest until they succeed"

And so, they continued for a couple more hours.

Daphne Greengrass could not believe what had happened right in front of her eyes. The entire Slytherin house did nothing as one of their own was accused without any evidence whatsoever, and no one stood up for him. Even she was ashamed of not speaking up! Even though loyalty was not one of Slytherin traits, she felt Harry deserved better from his housemates. After all, he had always contributed for the benefit of them all, working hard and earning a lot of house points from their teachers. 'And for saving the school on the chamber of secrets' she thought, with a light blush on her face. No, he deserved better. And if no one was willing to take that first step in that direction, net even his best friend, she was going to be the one to do it. In the morning she was going to talk to him about the situation.

HARRY POTTER, THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, MISSING?

By Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter, age 14, famous by being the one to defeat You-Know-Who when he was just a baby, has not been seen or heard of since October 31st, one week ago. Since Halloween, a night where he was also called as the fourth champions on the Triwizard Tournament (see p7 for more details), that no one saw or spoke with Harry. He was last seen leaving the Slytherin Common room after a fight with some of his housemates. Concerns about the safety and protection of our young students have been raised by some parents. Does the headmaster know something about the boy's whereabouts? And how will he respond to the accusations of incapability to protect the school and those within?...

A very tired Albus Dumbledore rubbed his eyes after finishing the article on today's paper. This situation had gone too far. He had tried to give Harry space, but with the Prophet starting to ask around, he had to do something. His position as headmaster was too important in his plans to be put a risk by some meddling reporter. He knew Harry was still within the school, the wards hadn't warned him of anyone leaving and the kitchen house elves reported that harry used to swing by the kitchens once a day to get some food. He was going to have a heart to heart with the boy.

The training with Salazar was being the hardest thing in Harry's life so far. At this point he almost would prefer another Basilisk to kill. Salazar pushed him hard, with a sense of urgency and a demand for commitment that was tough on the fourteen year old. Harry was grateful for the dedication, no doubt about that, and the progress he had made was astonishing, but he was really taking it hard, going to bed exhausted every night. At the same time, Salazar made Harry finish the preparations for the first ritual, one that had one main goal, fix his eyesight.

"Rituals have an element of sacrifice attached to it. That sacrifice must be something with an equal value to you as what your gaining with the ritual. Usually, blood is sufficient for the simpler rituals, but some more demanding ones, bigger sacrifices will be needed. The first ritual you going to go thru will fix small defects with your body. The fact you need glasses to see is a great weakness if your fighting someone. If they can take the glasses from you, then they made you useless."

"Fix my eyesight… that- that would be amazing, yes"

"We will go further though. You will have the best vision a human can have. You children will have the same eyesight, even your grandchildren."

"How do you propose we do that?"

"By sacrificing the most powerful eyes in existence, that you conveniently have laying around just behind you..."

Realization drew on Harry as he understood what Salazar was referring to.

"Good. Now, the ritual we are going to perform have a Celtic origin…

Harry finished the drawings of the Celtic symbols on the floor of the chamber, sprayed each one of them with three drops of his blood, the yellow eyes of the Basilisk in the middle of the circle and asked Salazar "What are the words again?"

"Magic o'r gorffennol, gwrandewch ar fy mhrisiau. Gyda diffygion fe'm ganwyd, ond gyda diffygion ni allaf fyw. Dewch â fi'n well!"

"Very well, I think I'm ready. Wish me luck"

"We shall speak in a couple of hours my heir. Make me proud"

"MAGIC O'R GORFFENNOL, GWRANDEWCH AR FY MHRISIAU. GYDA DIFFYGION FE'M GANWYD, OND GYDA DIFFYGION NI ALLAF FYW. DEWCH Â FI'N WELL!"

And everything went dark.

AN: Another one, I'm having some free time for now, so I'm going to be able to produce the next few chapters faster. Lets see how long I can keep this up.

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