Chapter 1
He had only wanted to clear his name.
For months he had pulled his hair out trying to discover who the heir of Slytherin may have been, but every turn led to a dead end.
He had been bullied by the older Pureblood Slytherins, who believed he could not possibly live up to the noble legacy of Salazar Slytherin. He was targeted by the angry muggle-borns who thought him a bigot. He was then harassed by what was left of the school, wanting to know how he had petrified those who had been attacked.
He was a pariah.
In a way, he had always been one. He had rejected the friendships of the other students his age since his arrival at Hogwarts. Years of being close to Dudley and his little gang had really turned his brain against other children. He knew there was an inherent cruelty in them all, and he couldn't bring himself to trust even the kindest of faces. This rejection had not done him any favors when it came time to look for allies.
The entire school had taken out their fear, frustration, and outrage on him for the last 7 months in some form or another. Even the neutrals in his house who usually respected his space with cold silence displayed outward signs of aggression or dissatisfaction. All because he could speak to snakes.
Harry Potter cursed every member in the history of his family. One of them had carried the gift in their blood and gave it to him, despite there being no historical evidence that a parselmouth had ever descended from the Potter family, and unless his mother hailed from Slytherin's line hundreds of years ago his gift seemed like a fluke of magic.
Seven months of dead ends until now. His eyes were wide, and unblinking, as they took in the scene before him. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing like a drum in the oppressive silence of the hallway. He wanted to scream, to run, to attack, but his body refused to obey. The girl's tiny shadow seemed to mock his helplessness as she continued to paint the wall with dark crimson streaks.
He knew his own senses must have been deceiving him, and somehow the girl was blissfully unaware that she had been caught in her own web of horror. Harry was watching in paralyzed rage as the little Weasley girl finished her message on the wall. HER SKELETON WILL LIE IN THE CHAMBER FOREVER.
He wanted to confront the girl. He was no slouch with a wand, and far beyond the capabilities of any first year, but something told him to wait. His Phoenix and Holly wand thrummed in his hand begging him to attack her. This girl had stood by and watched the school turn against him, while she had been causing the petrifications.
It's impossible. Harry thought to himself. There was no way a Weasley was a parselmouth. She could not possibly be the heir of Slytherin. Even if she was, how would she have learned about the basilisk?
It had taken Harry hundreds of hours of research under his father's old invisibility cloak, at all hours of the night, to discover what had been causing the attacks. Begrudgingly his biggest hint had come from Professor Snape. When Harry was found at the scene of the second attack he had been escorted to Dumbledore's office where Snape had refused to accept that Harry had been responsible. This had seemed to surprise the Headmaster as much as it did Harry.
There was no love lost between Harry and his head of house. Snape seemed to hate his existence, and yet still the man had defended Harry. The man had admitted there was no way a second year was controlling magic that had to have been of the darkest arts. Few pieces of magic could petrify the muggleborns the way they had been, and none of them were simple.
This led Harry to believe that it wasn't a student causing the students to be petrified, but perhaps a creature or artifact. He had after all been hearing voices for months, and they had all been coming from the walls, around the time of each attack. Once he had figured out he wasn't going crazy he put his mind to clearing his name, and despite being this close he could not believe that little Ginny Weasley was the Heir of Slytherin. She had to be an accomplice, not the true heir.
Following the girl at a safe distance, he watched as she threw both doors open to the girl's bathroom on the second floor and hissed at the sink in the center of the room. His eyes widened in surprise when the massive basin began to open up revealing a large hole in the middle of the room.
She IS the Heir of Slytherin. She IS controlling the basilisk. Harry's mind screamed and his brain weaved through hundreds of possibilities. Scenario after scenario crossed his mind, but none made any more sense than the other. Preparing to lash out at the girl his jaw dropped when the redhead hissed again and began walking down stairs that seemed to lead into the hole. A hole that would take them to the Chamber of Secrets. The way the girl did it without thought told Harry she had made this journey many times, and her guilt seemed more and more evident with each passing moment.
I don't care how talented the first year may be, I will capture her and drag the little redhead before the Headmaster and clear my name. Harry thought with determination as he moved forward to follow.
Despite all the evidence, he could hardly wrap his mind around the young redheaded Gryffindor commanding Slytherin's Monster. Her brothers were some of the biggest prats he had ever met, but none had ever come across as vicious. None of them had come across as bigots. At this point, it seemed irrefutable, however, and perhaps it was just the quiet ones that had the darkest secrets. He could understand that, and had the girl not framed him at every step of the way, Harry may have even admired it.
He followed with a rapidly pounding heart. Each step he took down the stairs made him think he was walking into a trap. Bolstering his resolve he continued delving into the deepest depths of the school. She can't get away with this.
The girl was just a first-year, a Weasley, she couldn't stand a chance against him. It didn't matter that she was commanding Slytherin's monster. Harry could attempt to reason with the beast. He was a parselmouth too, and perhaps he could confuse the basilisk on whose side it should be on. If he was really lucky perhaps the basilisk wouldn't even be in the chamber right now. He knew that was a fool's hope, but it was one of the only thoughts that was keeping one foot in front of the other.
His worst fear, and the most likely scenario, was that another player was involved. An adult wizard that would be far beyond the skill of the second-year student. If that were the case he would be in much deeper trouble than he wanted to think about.
It had been Tom Riddle who had told him the Chamber had once been opened 50 years ago. He had even been shown the memory in an enchanted diary that Hagrid had been framed for letting loose a monster in the school. The story hadn't made a lick of sense even as Harry watched it in the memory. Harry knew that acromantulas could not petrify their victims, and he knew the Keeper of Keys had been framed fifty years ago. His stomach turned as he realized there was a chance he was about to uncover the real heir of Slytherin, the one that had murdered Myrtle Warren in cold blood.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs a small light emerged from his wand without a word. One of the things Harry had to accomplish early in his education was the ability to cast basic charms without verbal commands. His bullies would've had a much easier time getting to him if every piece of magic had given away his position, and he had spent hours upon hours practicing his basic charms without speaking.
It was with Tom's help that he had learned to cast his few non-verbal charms. The teen had been a very good teacher. He even explained to Harry that he was once Head Boy at Hogwarts in the 1940s and was happy to help a fellow Slytherin. The enchanted diary had even been a sympathetic ear when Harry had explained why he spent so much time writing in the diary instead of socializing with his yearmates.
Thankfully the teen was more than understanding, and told Harry it was several years into his Hogwarts journey before he began developing alliances and tentative friendships, which gave Harry a small amount of hope.
Harry had been devastated when the diary had been stolen during one of his detentions with Snape. He figured it was the prank of one of his housemates who wanted to make him more miserable than he already was, yet he knew he had lucked into finding the Diary in the first place.
Hiding behind a snakeskin, Harry peered over it carefully watching as Ginny Weasley hissed at the vault door that swung open after a dramatic display of it being unlocked. The words coming out of her mouth sounded so natural that Harry began to doubt his theory of someone teaching her a few phrases in the snake language. How was she a parselmouth?
The one with the answer to his questions did not realize she had a shadow, and trudged on deeper into a large room that Harry could not quite make out from his position. Stalking closer, his eyes widened in awe as a massive chamber unveiled itself. Ginny, did not seem at all impressed by Salzaar's secret room, and moved forward unquestioningly. As she moved down into the hall Harry knew it was time to confront his enemy. Cloaked in determination, he tightened the grip on his wand, his eyes blazing with a mixture of trepidation and anger. The moment of reckoning was upon him, and he would make the girl or any accomplice in the next room pay for what they had done to him.
As Harry closed the distance between himself and the wannabe heir of Slytherin he observed the girl stare up at the massive statue of a man that could only be a representation of Salazar Slytherin. Then she slowly went to her knees as if she were preparing for a prayer. After she went to her knees she turned and looked right at Harry, who froze at being discovered. He expected surprise, or any sort of sinister intent to reflect on her face, but instead, it was full of pain, and a lone tear fell from her face.
The redhead then turned her back on Harry before laying down on her back to stare up at the ceiling. He watched as she went limp and a little black book fell that he hadn't been able to see before tumbled from her robes.
His jaw dropped as he realized that somehow little Ginny Weasley had stolen the diary he had once found. He couldn't fathom how it was all connected, but slowly a horrible picture began to paint itself in his mind.
Cautiously Harry approached the girl, his wand pointed at her. He half expected her to jump up and duel him like some great dark witch, but instead, her breathing appeared shallow. Her wand was also nowhere in sight.
What is this? Harry questioned internally.
"She's dying." A deep voice called from behind.
Harry turned, and his eyes widened at the sight of a familiar teenager, in corporeal form, "Tom?"
"When she closed her eyes just a moment ago that was the last bit of the world sweet Ginny Weasley would ever see." A handsome young Tom Riddle said to Harry with a fond smile.
Harry could hardly believe the teen's words. Though as he looked at Ginny he could tell Tom was being truthful. The girl seemed to become paler by the moment. The sweet embrace of death fell upon her as the shallow breathing was nearly reduced to nothing. He knew the young man who was watching him was responsible for the loss of life. He was careful to fire an accusation at the former Head Boy though. Tom had spoken at length about advanced magic with Harry. He knew the teenager that was becoming more and more human, and less shadowy, was beyond him, "What is happening to her?"
Tom looked appraisingly at Harry before nodding in approval, "A good question. One that I am afraid is a little beyond your current understanding of magic, but you proved to be such an attentive student that I would be willing to explain. You see, the diary contains more than just a memory of me, Harry. It contains a piece of my soul. As Ginny, and even you for a short time, poured your hearts into my old diary I grew stronger. It was Ginny, however that started us on this journey, and it was my compulsions that drew her back to me. Those compulsions made her sneak into the dungeons, and steal back my Horcrux. It was never supposed to be you, Harry. I wanted to meet you, but I never intended for you to be where Ginny is now."
Dark magic. Harry knew it had to be. No good magic could drain the soul of another. No light magic would kill a little girl to restore the life of another. Tom had taught him a lot in their month together. Harry had drawn comfort from his only friend in the castle. To think of what he was capable of made him…jealous. How had the former Head Boy come upon such knowledge? He was an orphan like Harry. There was no great family library for Tom to delve into. How had he come by the knowledge to split a piece of his soul?
"You're a clever boy, Harry. You must be wondering many things. Ask them." Tom commanded.
"How much of my soul did you drain?" Harry asked cautiously.
Tom chuckled, "That was not the first question I was expecting. The answer is, Harry, hardly any at all. Once I met you, I determined you were too valuable to become a sacrifice."
"Valuable?" Harry asked, running a hand through his black hair nervously, "Why me, Tom?"
"That is the thousand galleon question, Harry. Why you?" Tom said, looking pleased.
Without prompting, the man pulled out the wand that belonged to Ginny Weasley, held it in the air, and began drawing letters. He drew out his full name, Tom Marvolo Riddle. With a wave of the wand the burning letters rearranged, and a sinking feeling of horror hit Harry like a sledgehammer when his eyes registered, I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.
Swallowing hard, Harry nodded his head in acceptance, "You are going to kill me, aren't you?"
"Perhaps." Tom answered with a neutral tone.
Before Harry could ponder the question the man turned to the statue and clearly spoke in parseltongue, "Speak to me Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four."
A massive hole where the man's mouth appeared as the statue of man's lips separated. The head of the basilisk began to peak out, and Harry locked his eyes on Tom with acceptance. Harry heard the thud of the basilisk as it escaped its concealment, but it did not move to attack Harry. Instead, Harry and Tom just held each other's eyes.
"Are you scared, Harry?" Tom asked in a soft voice, but the power behind it left no question that the man was basking in the power of having Harry defenseless. The man had become increasingly corporeal as they waited, and it was already too late to stop the man.
"Yes." Harry said simply, but the words felt like they were a heavy burden on his chest.
"Will you attempt to fight me one last time? Like your parents did?" Tom asked.
Shaking his head Harry blinked back tears that were stinging at his face as he tossed his wand forward, "I am no match for you, Tom. Even without the basilisk."
"Kneel Harry Potter, and I will make your death a quick one." The teenager commanded.
Harry nodded in understanding. The thought was demeaning, but the agony he would endure if he resisted Tom was not worth it as he went to one knee, and then the other. His eyes went to the floor, and he waited for death to take him. Voldemort began to move, and he walked a slow circle around Harry as his heart rate began to increase. His final moments may not be in agony, but the anxiety of what was to come made his panic swell. There was no beating Voldemort and the basilisk though. Harry had no choice, but to bow to death.
"Did they ever tell you, why I came after you, Harry? Why I went after your family?" Voldemort asked.
Thinking for a moment Harry shook his head, "No, if anyone knew, they never told me."
Harry kept his eyes on the floor, and he continued to listen to Voldemort stalking around him. The teenager said, "I've heard your parents were talented. Fought me till the end, but not after defying me three times on a battlefield. That is…most impressive."
Harry twitched in surprise at the compliment, but refused to look up. He could, however, hear the pleased tone in the teenager's voice, "Oh yes, Harry. I can respect my adversaries. Your parents must have been as good as any to escape me as many times as they did."
The young 2nd year didn't know what to say to this, so remained quiet. Tom however acknowledged his silence, "You carry their talents, Harry. You would do your family proud with your abilities. Your place in Slytherin house is well earned, and your potential is limitless."
"Was limitless." Harry said, before he could stop himself.
This made the man finally stop circling him. There was a long silence between the two. The basilisk was unmoving and Harry feared his comment was going to be his final words, but instead Tom repeated in a soft voice, "Was limitless."
Harry looked up now, prepared to embrace death, but instead Tom was staring at him with curiosity plainly displayed on his countenance. With a reach of his hand, Harry's wand flew to Tom's hand, and he observed it for a long moment before the man smiled softly, "Your wand is powerful. I am surprised to learn that it doesn't resist me despite what I might do to its master."
Feeling like he was swallowing a gallon of lead Harry spoke, "Olivander told me that its brother gave me my scar. The Phoenix feather in my wand comes from the same phoenix that gave the feather to yours."
Tom's eyes widened slightly, but his eyes didn't indicate shock, instead, they glowed with power and triumph, "What a fascinating connection we share, Harry."
Continuing to circle Harry, Tom spoke thoughtfully, "Two orphans, two parselmouths, two young friendless Slytherins, and now I discover we share wands that are brothers. These things cannot be a coincidence. Magic has bound us together, and my only question is…Why?"
The question was posed as the teen was directly behind Harry, and in near silence Tom moved to stand directly in front of the young Slytherin boy, and Harry's eyes shifted down in fear, while Tom spoke in a silky voice, "I don't know why the older me went after you, Harry. In a rare moment of honesty, I don't really care either."
Harry couldn't help it anymore he looked up to see Tom standing before him, "Get up, Harry."
Uncertain of whether this was a trick or not Harry hardly hesitated in complying with the man's wishes. He was back on his feet, and Tom levitated Harry's wand with his palm out lazily. The two wizards stared at the wand for a moment before it floated towards Harry, and the young boy slowly reached out to retrieve it as Tom called out, "We are going to duel, Harry Potter."
The teenager called out in parseltongue, "Do not harm him, my faithful. I shall teach him a lesson first."
Harry swallowed hard. So much for quick death, he thought bitterly. Tom called out, "First we bow to each other."
Tom offered him a slight bow and he raised his arms up casually as he bent his body. Harry was stunned by the show of respect even if it may have been mocking. Realizing there was no choice he returned the bow with his hands at his side. Tom offered him a slight grin, "And now, we fight. Avada Kedavra!"
A blast of green light sailed towards Harry, but the young man threw himself to the ground as a blast of green sailed over his head. Tom scoffed, "I expected better than that, Harry. You dodged the curse, but I could've killed you a second later had I decided to throw a second. Again. Crucio!"
Harry attempted to roll out of the way, but the curse caught him by his flailing hand and it felt like he had been set on fire. As quick as the pain started however it ended, "Do not flail your body around. Get back to your feet. If a curse can hit you, then we must assume it will kill you."
The young Slytherin had managed to get back to his feet this time and Voldemort threw a non-verbal purple spell at him, but this time Harry raised a shield and blocked it with perfect timing. Another orange spell came towards him and he spun around it. Hours of practicing in empty classrooms now came in handy. In return, Harry fired a stunner at the man that Tom reached out and stopped in mid air with his hand. Harry's eyes widened as the man took his spell and crushed it in his palm. How had the man accomplished such a skill? How had he practiced it?
"I trust my magic implicitly, Harry." Tom answered the unasked question, "You will be amazed at what you can do when you know you are the most powerful man in the room."
Without further prompting, Tom was casting again, and Harry was defending for dear life. They went on like this for a time that seemed to last forever. Harry was battered, bruised, and beaten down by the teenager who only seemed to become more powerful by the minute. At some point Harry was blasted backwards, his ribs felt broken, and his wand was barely in his hand. In final desperation, Harry flung his wand out forward from his knees creating his most powerful blasting hex, but Tom merely deflected it into the basilisk that shifted in discomfort from the impact.
"Very good, Harry." Tom complimented as he disarmed the boy in a flash.
The teenager caught the wand in his hand, and Harry knew it was over. There would be no second chance.
Tom inspected the wand as he slowly approached Harry who felt like he was longing for rest after the Dark Lord beat him down. Harry heaved painfully as he stared at the teen in fear, but he was surprised when young Tom Riddle bent down to his level and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I don't want to kill you, Harry. Are you going to make me?"
Staring in confusion at the man he coughed, using his hand to block the blood from hitting the teen who was currently showing him mercy. Harry wheezed, "I don't understand."
"Your parents defied me. They pushed against me. Fought me tooth and nail. That much I am certain of. Today I do not know why, but I will find out. What I do know is that I cannot allow you to live knowing you could become a threat in my shadows." The man said in a voice that faked a wistful thought.
"What do you want from me?" Harry asked quietly, "I don't want to die."
"Everything." Tom said simply, "You remind me much of myself. Young, powerful, and as we discussed, an orphan, an outcast, a parselmouth."
Tom hissed this last part before standing back to his feet, "I could teach you things that no one else in the world can. Contrarily there is no one else in the world that I can teach these things to. I will not ask you to swear allegiance to me, yet, but I will demand something equally valuable."
The man closed his eyes as he rose to his feet and moved his wand in tight figure-eight motions. Suddenly a gold pendant appeared, and Tom eyed it with immense scrutiny as he continued to wave his wand now in circles as if he was examining his own creation. After a moment the teenager nodded before saying, "A blood pact, Harry. An agreement that we will never raise our wands to kill one another."
Harry stared at the magic Tom had created in awe, "Why would you spare me? Why would you do this for me?"
"Transparency." The teenager said simply, "I have my suspicions why I went after you and your family. If it is true then I will negate the possibilities of you ever rising up against me. In turn I have an assembly of faithful followers that if you were even a threat to my cause I could have you wiped off the face of existence with a simple command. To me this is simple. I gain an apprentice who is unable to ever harm me, and I do not have to shed valuable magical blood. Perhaps in time you will even begin to see things the way I do. I do not know what happened to the older version of me, but from what I learned through the mind of Ginny Weasley, it appears I lost my direction. I lost sight of my dream."
The two sat together in a long silence. Harry pondered what would happen to him. Studying under Tom had an attraction to it. He appeared far more powerful than any of his professors. Even Dumbledore seemed to pale in comparison as he asked, "What was your dream, Tom?"
"For magicals to be on top of the world." He answered simply, "As we should be. We are the more powerful species, Harry. We deserve the divine right to rule."
Harry thought about his relatives at that moment. They were about as far from magical as one could get. They abhorred those that were different from them and Harry had little doubt that if they were given the opportunity, they would extinguish all magicals. There were likely thousands, if not millions, of muggles that would share that mindset as well.
It was true the young man had no love for muggles, but he knew Voldemort would accomplish his vision one way or another, "How do we make the blood pact binding?"
There was only one way to describe the smile that crossed Tom's face, Sinister. The teen held out his wand and stepped closer to Harry as a ring of fire appeared around them. Tom sighed in content saying, "I always wanted to do this. As a boy, I always thought it would be with my son, or another descendant, that could speak parseltongue, but this will do just fine."
Holding his wand to his palm Tom slid it across and smiled as blood began to pour. He looked at Harry expectantly and the boy had no other option, but to mimic the cut on his hand. Tom held his palm out to Harry, and the two met in the middle, while Tom spoke clearly, "I hereby take Harry Potter as my apprentice in magic. Neither of us will take up arms against the other, under any circumstance. Only death will follow the breaking of the vow."
A gold glow followed Tom's words and he looked expectantly at Harry, who swallowed hard, "I, Harry Potter, swear to never take up arms against Tom Riddle. I will never betray him, and will accept his teachings willingly for as long as he spares my life. I pledge my life to be the apprentice of Tom Marvolo Riddle…Lord Voldemort."
The gold glow flashed and Tom looked triumphant. When the two lowered their hands a flash of red crossed the man's eyes as he looked at the cut on his palm, and whispered, "I am invincible now…nothing can stop me."
The words may have been whispered but the young second-year Slytherin had heard them. Harry's stomach turned as he realized what he had done. He had just sided with his parents' murderer. Not that he had any choice though. He would get to live, and honor their sacrifice.
"Return to the surface, Harry." Tom commanded over his shoulder, "Undoubtedly, the Professors will have noticed your absence by now. Frame the girl. Tell them you saw little Ginny Weasley write the message on the wall in blood. Tell them that you found my diary on the ground after she fled the scene of the crime. When you searched the diary you found her confession that the guilt of causing the attacks was eating her alive. The note will then detail that she plans to trap herself in the Chamber forever so she can hurt no one else ever again. I can easily enchant my old Horcrux to regurgitate her writing. The old fool will suspect me, but a lot like before he will never be able to prove I was behind the attacks. "
Frowning at the instructions Harry asked carefully, "You want me to give them your diary?"
"It is nothing to me now." Tom said easily, "The piece of my soul has restored me to a corporeal form. Lord Voldemort has risen again, and admittedly they will find traces of dark magic, but they will never piece together what this truly was. Without my soul, it is merely an old journal from my youth. Sentimentalism does not hold any place in our path to victory, Harry. Trust me."
Harry paused, but eventually nodded, but uncertainty was on his mind. Voldemort placed a hand on his shoulder, "Do not hold eye contact with the Headmaster. He is a master legilimens and will be able to read your surface thoughts. It would be all too easy for him to discover the truth of what happened here today."
Harry's eyes widened at the revelation, but then his stomach sank. How many times had the Headmaster read his mind? How many times had the man discovered his fury at being framed for the attacks. Undoubtedly the man knew his hatred towards some of his classmates due to their constant harassment. He would be a prime suspect, but Tom was right, there would never be enough proof, "Will you teach me to defend my mind?"
"Oh yes." The teen said squeezing his shoulder to the point it nearly caused him pain, "Defending your mind, our secrets, will be one of the first of many painful lessons I will have to regale to you. In the meantime, do as I ask, and we will be in touch."
Understanding that he was being dismissed, Harry offered a slight bow of his head to the man whot had spared his life. Voldemort smiled, but it seemed malignant, as if he had accomplished a great evil act. Swallowing hard, Harry turned to begin his walk out of the chamber, but before he could make it out the cold voice of his new magical mentor stopped him, "Oh and Harry."
Harry turned to face the man who still had the triumphant look glued to his countenance, "I do not know who is still loyal to my cause. Tell no one of my return, until a time when we can sort out the loyal from the disloyal."
The word was said in a hiss of parseltongue, and Harry felt the chill of a threat go down his spine. Despite the threat not being at him, he knew it promised death. In understanding Harry offered another bow of his head, "Yes, sir."
"Yes Master." Tom said back his grin looking even more insidious now if possible.
"Yes Master." Harry returned obediently, before attempting his departure.
The young boy didn't make it far before he heard a pop behind him, and a glance over his shoulder told him the Dark Lord was gone.
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