Holly scrambled backwards on the ground as the specter of Tom Riddle, who she now knew was a young Voldemort, re-ordered the basilisk to kill her. It may have been blinded by Fawkes the Phoenix, but it was still one of the deadliest magical creatures in the world, and if the 40 meter snakeskin she'd found earlier was any indication, was one of the biggest creatures in the world too. She turned to run, absentmindedly snatching the Diary off the ground as she got up.

"Put that down!" Tom snarled. She blinked, and glanced at the Diary which was apparently more important than she'd thought.

The basilisk snapped at her, barely missing and she refocused, while it was slithering forward. It reared again and she tossed the book as it snapped again.

"No!" Screamed Tom.

The snake bit the Diary, managing to pierce it with a fang and Tom screamed something at her but she ignored him. She ran to the side, having to dodge the giant snake still attacking her. Fawkes threw her the sorting hat, and she slipped it onto her head as she ran from the snake. As she turned, Fawkes grabbed Ginny and disappeared in a burst of flames. The hat said something but she couldn't focus on what it was saying, until something hit her in the head. She winced, and Still frantically running from the basilisk, she pulled the hat from her head and withdrew from the hat a magnificent long silver sword. 'Godric Gryffindor,' she saw on its side, but she did not have any more time to inspect it.

She turned and sliced at the snake. Several times, dodging after each one. They made sparks on the scales, but if it made scratches she couldn't see them in the near total darkness and the frantic combat. She was sure it wasn't bleeding though. The basilisk struck out, barely missing her, and hit one of the chamber's support pillars, which toppled with an echoing crash. It had, however briefly, stunned itself.

She stepped up onto the base of the pillar, and geared up for a lunge. She was aiming for the roof of its mouth, idly noting it should be the ceiling of its mouth. She had no time to ponder that as

She jumped, right as the snake snapped again.

"Fuck!" She swore, her sword missing the roof of its mouth. She was only sixteen, still in her sixth year of Hogwarts. Not for the first time, her life flashed before her eyes, the troll in first year, the Philosopher's stone in her second year, the prisoner of Azkaban, the Triwizard Tournament, the battle at the Department of Mysteries. She remembered the people most important to her, Sirius, the father she never had, and her friends, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, Neville, and even Pavarti and Lavender.

She fell forward out of her lunge onto a fleshy wet surface. She gasped and it moved under her. By some miracle she had not been scraped by one of the incredibly deadly teeth, but as far as she could tell, she was now on its tongue.

She began to tilt forwards, as the snake lifted its head, and she slid further down into the snake's massive maw.

"Oh fuck, Oh no."

She wasn't squeezed into its throat as it swallowed her, it was too big. It's sheer size meant it only took one swallow, she just slid down. Her arms were stretched above her head, paving her way down the snake's gullet. She had lost her grip on the sword, but it would undoubtedly find its way to the same place as her.

She slid for long enough that she wondered how long it would be, sliding down the least cool water slide, before she was squeezed through something and then, presumably in the stomach, she thankfully found the sword, grabbing it, and holding on to it like a lifeline.

She was sitting in water, on a fleshy wet substance in pitch black. She having her eyes opened or closed made no difference. She could hear the gurgling of the snake. She couldn't think of a way out of this situation. She didn't even have her wand with her, having lost it to Tom in a duel, just the sword, and the contents of her expanded bag, which unfortunately didn't contain a spare wand.

Holly frowned, there was something wrong, besides the obvious, she was starting to itch below the water level. It took her as second, but she remembered. Stomach acid. She was sitting in a giant stomach.

In a panic turned to the side, and while she had a little room she couldn't stand upright, so she angled the sword upwards and to the side, and thrust it into the flesh of the snake. She dragged it down. It was sharper than she expected, and cut through the snake's flesh, but not easily. She pushed the edges apart and climbed inside the cut. It started thrashing, shaking her about. She braced herself against the walls, and managed to stay inside. Blood was leaking out, and she cut forward again.

She was cutting forward and upwards, now breathing heavily in the hot, humid air. She was now covered in blood, but at least it had washed away most of the stomach acid.

Her sword hit something sturdy and she blanched, it was either bone or scale, and if it was scale she couldn't get out. She checked again that it wasn't the snake's scales, it was her hand confirmed, when she felt it. She couldn't get through the scales with a sword from this side either.

She wasn't cutting in the right direction, but she wasn't burning anymore, not much anyway. Her clothes had some holes though, and she was soaked in the snake's blood. She turned to the side, now facing the front of the snake, probably, carving into it, and crawling through the snake.

She panted continuously, exhausted from slicing at the supernaturally strong and dense muscle with a sword, albeit an exceptionally sharp one, and from pressing outwards against the walls so she wouldn't slide backwards, as the snake thrashed in pain.

As she slowly made her way to the front of the snake she stabbed forward, again and again, and the thrashing restarted and redoubled. The latest stab had noticeably more resistance, and when she pulled the sword down blood spurted out, gushing forward much more forcefully than any of her other stabs or slices. She was instantly drenched more than she already was. That wasn't an issue, she was already drenched, but the blood had also sprayed into her panting mouth. She nearly choked on the coppery liquid, and tried to spit it out, but the small passage she was in was so full of blood that she ended up swallowing her new mouthful anyways, because when she tried to spit it up more flowed in, and she actually drank a couple of mouthfuls, before she closed her mouth. She was lying on the ground pressing against the walls to stay where she was, and every time she tried to breathe, she instead swallowed another mouthful of blood.

She was beginning to get desperate for air and finally found some by going against the flow, climbing into a space half full of blood, and swimming to the surface. She began blinking rapidly attempting to get the blood out of her eyes. The space was actually only a little taller than her which she noticed when, after treading blood for a little, her feet touched the bottom, after it had drained a bit. The cut extended over the blood level, and the flow had slowed down tremendously. She was still being shaken about, but carefully slashed through the wall, causing more blood to spill over and past her. She entered another chamber, of what she was sure, now that she had a chance to think about it, was most likely the heart of the basilisk. It was rhythmically, pulsing but becoming erratic, with the damage she'd done to it.

Once the thrashing calmed a little, she thrust the sword into the wall, and promptly slipped on the very slippery surface, when the snake twitched in conjunction with a heartbeat. She had just enough time to think 'you've got to be kidding me,' before hitting her head on the sword's handle, feeling a sharp pain, and slipping face first into the pool of blood at the bottom of the heart.

She scowled, and felt around for the sword. She latched onto the handle, and held on. the snake's erratic heartbeats began to slow, and she grimaced.

"How do I get out of the snake? I think I'm safe here, for now, probably, but who knows really?"

There was a pause and she, remembering something she'd only made very occasional use of, gasped.

"The time turner!"

She metaphorically dove for her expanded bag, and yes, she still had it. She pulled it open and blindly reached inside, digging around for the time turner, which she had snatched off the floor of the department of mysteries, after it had escaped the loop the others had got stuck in. She pulled it out and lifted the string around her head, already spinning the snitch sized hourglass in her haste to leave. It was limited to twenty four hours, but she would probably be fine if she went all the way back. She paused briefly to put the Sword of Gryffindor into her expanded bag, and continued spinning the time turner.

Six.

Seven. The snake's heart beat.

Eight. The snake thrashed mightily, throwing her onto her back, and the time turner fell out of her hands. She was relieved when it landed in her mouth, then panicked as she reflexively swallowed it, because it had landed in the very back of her mouth. She began to choke on it, and frantically tried to pull it out.

There was a horrifying snap, which she barely heard over her inability to easily breathe, and she pulled the chain out, the time turner no longer attached. Unable to help it, swallowed to clear her throat. She then stared at where she was holding the chain but wasn't able to see it.

"Fuck. Now what?"

The heart beat, and the snake twitched one last time, and went perfectly still.

She shielded her eyes, as the chain began to glow brightly. She looked down and it was bright enough she could see a faint glow from under her robes too, when the chain was behind her.

"That is not good." It was an understatement. She could see the red of the heartblood, and the surrounding flesh, as the hearblood began to glow.

"This is really not good." She repeated.

There was a static noise in her ears, and all the light vanished, returning her to pure darkness, then a mighty explosion went off.

When she regained her sight, needing to shield her eyes from the bright light, her ears still ringing, she was somewhere else, somewhere she didn't recognise.

She was no longer drenched in blood, on her back in the heart of the basilisk, but standing, clean, on a stone platform in a large grassy clearing surrounded by sunlit green forest. The sun was shining above her, and once her ears stopped ringing, the sounds of birds chirping, leaves rustling, and a brook burbling in the distance made their way to them.

Right in front of her there was a glass or crystal statue of a beautiful woman with extremely long straight hair, with both hands resting lightly on the pommel of a magnificent sword, composed entirely out of a single piece of a smooth semi opaque pink crystal, save the wrappings on the handle. It was sparkling in the sunlight and really caught the eye. Its tip was in the ground between her feet. She was naked, with a massive bust, shapely hips, and a very thin waist, and she was barely covered up by both the sword, and some of her hair, which was flowing down her front.

Holly stepped forward to take a closer look at the sword, and momentarily heard a low rumbling or grinding sound, and paused, but didn't see anything amiss. She took another step closer to the statue, and her wrist was grabbed by the statue. She stared at it, and tried to back away, but its grip was too strong. The statue pulled the blade up and tapped it gently against her, and the world changed again. Her perspective had changed, and she was curled up into a ball, trapped in a cramped space suspended in mid air.

It took her a second to realize where she was, when she craned her neck, and spotted the sword. She blinked and took a closer look at her surroundings, and groaned.

"It ate me?" She asked incredulously. "What?"

She could see out of the statue, but its stomach was too cramped to move much, and her attempts to struggle were fruitless. She tried to get at the Sword of Gryffindor, but there wasn't enough room to pull it out.

"Fuck."

The statue's stomach began to fill with a clear liquid, and she sighed. The liquid suddenly began filling faster, and she began to panic.

Suddenly she was standing, again, on a stone platform in a grassy clearing surrounded by sunlit green forest. The sun was still shining above her, and she could still hear birds chirping, leaves rustling, and a brook burbling in the distance. She stared at the statue. She could see a body in its bulging glass-like stomach, and she had a horrible suspicion. She circled around the statue, and saw herself, but no longer breathing. Unable to help herself, she touched the stomach of the statue. It was smooth and cold. When she did, the statue grabbed her arm again, and this time lifted her into the air, and began to swallow her head first. She slid down the statue's smooth throat, and found herself in its stomach, now twice as large, on top of herself.

"Damn."

Suddenly she was standing, again, on the stone platform in the grassy clearing surrounded by sunlit green forest. The sun was still shining above her, and she could still hear birds chirping, leaves rustling, and a brook burbling in the distance. She stared at the statue in ever mounting horror. It had two of her in its belly now. It was leaning forward slightly to fit its belly between its legs and the sword. This time she noticed what she hadn't last time. She'd come back but her clothes hadn't. She was completely nude. The second her in the statue's gut was also nude.

She shrieked and covered herself. She stared at the statue and took a careful step back from the statue, then another, then several more in quick succession.

"What the hell is going on?"

She grimaced looking down at her naked form.

"If only I had a wand."

"Witch are you? Not much longer!"

She spun at the voice, and had to look down into the face of a small green figure. It was a very short green woman, with short hair, pointy ears, and massive breasts about the same size as her own, but looking much more out of place on her small form. They were equally naked, and she stared at the short green woman.

"The hell are you?"

"I's a Goblina and I is a Goblin-" The goblin said. Holly blinked, staring at the goblin. I must be in a different world, she thought, it's completely different from the Gringotts goblins.

"and I be Goblin you." She continued.

"What?"

The goblin lunged, knocking her over in a flash. She put Holly's head into her mouth, and swallowed it. She was pulled inside the goblin's maw and gulped halfway down. Holly was then swallowed the rest of the way down, and felt herself resting on the ground due to the goblins small size.

"Fuck."

"Always hard move with food." Holly heard the goblin grumble to herself.

"Oooooh. Shiny!"

Holly didn't hear anything, but when she appeared standing, on the stone platform in the grassy clearing in front of the statue again, the statue's clear gut had expanded once again, now with her, herself, the gobliness, and her in the gobliness. It was now leaning pretty far forward. She stared at it, backing away from the statue.

"What is this place?"

There was no answer which relieved her somewhat. As much as she would have liked answers, based on the last little bit whoever answered her would have eaten her too.

Naked again, this time she noticed the number on her wrist. It read four.

Counting on her fingers, looking back at the clear crystal statue and the two of herself visible, and the third in the goblin, added the basilisk, and then looked dubiously back at the number.

"I hope there isn't a limit, because based on the last… thirty or so minutes, I'll need as much help as I can get. Damn Potter luck."