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"YOU.." Harry breathed out as he looked at the fiery letters burn away in front of him. Ron told ( Y/N ) stories about Voldemort, but told her that if anyone asked about him it's they call him You Know Who. Though, she never thought she'd actually meet him. "You're the Heir of Slytherin."

He turned to Harry, a light smirk forming on his features. The few letters that were left sizzled away, smoke hovered up from behind Tom.

"You're Voldemort.

"Surely, you didn't think I was going to keep my filthy Muggle father's name?" Tom scoffed. "No. I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world."

"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world,"

"Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me,"

"He'll never be gone," Harry stated. "Not as long as those who remain are loyal to him."

Just then, screeching came from the distance. A red, golden and orange bird came flying down towards them with a package clutched beneath their feet. The bird dropped the package in Harry's and flew away making the same noise as the one he did when he flew in.

Harry opened the bag and it revealed to be the Sorting Hat from Dumbledore's office. Harry frowned in confusion while Tom scoffed, and ( Y/N ) wondered what that was.

Tom scoffed. "So this is what Dumbledore sends his great defenders?"

"A songbird and an old had."

Tom walked to the statue of Salazar Slytherin and lifted his arm. He started speaking in Parseltongue, just like Harry did to open the Chamber's door. A rumbling noise came from the statue and dust started falling as the doorway to the beast hiding in the Chamber opened.

"Let's match the power of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin against the famous Harry Potter,"

Snarling came from inside and a large head popped out from the small entrance. Harry and ( Y/N ) took this as a sign to runaway, but fell in the process. The creature was big, slimy and green like a snake. Before the snake could cause harm, Fawkes flew in and started fighting back, blinding the basilisk.

"No!" Tom exclaimed. "Your bird may have blinded the Basilisk, but it can still hear you."

The Basilisk twisted and turned, but heard Harry stepping on the stone floor. His eyes went wide and the two went running away with the Basilisk chasing behind them. The snake blasted its head through rock, giving Harry and ( Y/N ) some time to run away.

Harry tried opening the way out to the pipes, but it was useless and ( Y/N )'s powers weren't as strong right now. They heard growling and moved back against the entrance, shrinking as the Basilisk opened its mouth. Harry found a rock and threw it for a distraction.

After the basilisk left; Harry and ( Y/N ) ran back to the Chamber to check on Ginny. ( Y/N ) hoped that Ron... and even Lockhart wouldn't have a run in with the Basilisk. Harry and ( Y/N ) knelt down to Ginny who was lying down on the cold wet floor.

"Yes, Potter," Tom said. "The process is nearly complete. In a few minutes, Ginny Weasley will be dead and I will cease to be mere memory. Lord Voldemort will return."

"Ginny..."

The Basilisk shot up from behind them and Harry spotted the Sword of Gryffindor materializing into the Sorting Hat. He grabbed the sword, pointing it at the Basilisk while ( Y/N ) stayed down on the floor with Ginny.

Harry ran to the Slytherin statue and climbed up Salazar's beard, holding on for dear life. The basilisk nearly had him, but hit its head on the statue. Harry was about to fall, but managed to climb back up to Salazar's head. He swung the sword, but fell down in the process.

Gryffindor's sword was about to fall, but Harry caught it and threw it in the basilisk's mouth, getting it out to its head causing it to roar in pain. Harry took the sword out, but got hurt in the process with a basilisk fang and watched as the Basilisk fell down to the floor. Tom looked down at the snake, like he was almost scared.

Harry limped off the statue with the basilisk fang in his hand, but dropping it has he knelt back down to the girls.

"Harry," ( Y/N ) gasped.

"Remarkable, how quickly the venom of the Basilisk penetrates the body?" Tom inquired.

"I guess you have little more than a minute to live," Tom added. "You'll be with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Harry. Funny, the damage a silly little book can do especially in the hands of a silly, little girl."

He saw Harry raise the basilisk fang. "What are you doing?"

Harry stabbed the diary with the fang and blood came pouring out. Tom floated into the air and a little bit of a golden light came out from his stomach. Seeing that it was taking a while, ( Y/N ) knew there was only one thing left she could do; put an end to it all.

As Harry looked up he noticed something, Tom was now clanged to the wall. He watched as ( Y/N ) walked towards the teenage Voldemort with her nose bleeding and had a flustered looked on his face.

"Twelve, stop!" He tried standing up, but ( Y/N ) used her telekinesis to keep him on the floor.

Tom groaned from his place on the wall as Twelve walked up to him, looking up with a death stare even he was afraid of. The glare turned to a frown as she looked at Harry on the floor who had the same look.

"Goodbye, Harry," ( Y/N ) muttered and turned back to Tom. "No more."

( Y/N ) thought about all the things she would miss if she went through with this; Hogwarts, the Weasley's who were nice enough to offer her a place, Ron, Hermione, actually meeting Ginny for the first time and Harry.

She raised her arm, glaring at Tom as more golden light appeared from his stomach and mouth. She screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Harry to cover his ears with one hand and holding the basilisk fang in the other. Holes started appearing from his arms and legs and before Harry knew it, Tom and ( Y/N ) were both gone with golden dust floating to the ground.

Harry stood up, dropping the fang and looked around the Chamber for ( Y/N ).

"( Y/N )! ( Y/N )!" Harry yelled.

His eyes got glassy from fighting back the tears, not wanting to believe his friend was gone, but deep down, he knew she was gone and probably not coming back.

"( Y/N ), where are you?" Harry called out, getting no response but a single gasp from the floor.

Harry snapped his head in the direction of the sound. "Ginny."

He rushed back down to Ginny's spot on the floor, putting one hand on his injured on arm as he knelt down. Ginny tried sitting up in a kneeling position, turning around to Harry.

"Harry... it was me," Ginny breathed out. "But I swear, I didn't meant to. Riddle made me... and."

Her eyes widened at Harry's arm. "Harry, your hurt."

"Don't worry," Harry said. "Ginny, you need to get yourself out. Follow the Chamber, and you'll find Ron."

Fawkes screeched in the distance as he flew back down to Harry and Ginny. He looked up at Harry, glad his savior was okay... besides the arm.

"You were brilliant, Fawkes," Harry sighed, thinking about ( Y/N ). "I just wasn't quick enough."

Fawkes bent his head down to Harry's injured arm and tears began falling from the bird's eyes, healing Harry's wound. He watched a smoke came from the hole in Harry's Gryffindor sweater and grunted.

"Of course. Phoenix tears have healing powers. Thanks," Harry smiled.

"It's alright, Ginny," Harry's assured. "It's over. It's just a memory."

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AFTER SAVING GINNY, Harry and Ron took her and Lockhart out of the Chamber with the help of Fawkes. The duo got sent to Dumbledore's office for all the trouble, but all Harry could think of was ( Y/N ).

"You both realize, of course that in the past few hours you have broken a dozen school rules," a Dumbledore began. "For example; bringing a Muggle into the school."

"Yes, sir," Harry and Ron looked down.

"And there is sufficient evidence to have you both expelled,"

Harry and Ron glanced at each other before turning back to Dumbledore. "Yes, sir.

"Therefore... it is only fitting... that you both receive Special Awards for Services to the School, along with your friend," Dumbledore smiled.

"Thanks, sir," Harry and Ron gasped with bright smiles forming on their features.

"And now, Mr. Weasley, if you would have an owl deliver these papers to Azkaban," He handed some letters to Ron. "I believe we... we want our gamekeeper back."

Ron nodded, taking the letters and leaving Harry and Dumbledore alone in the office.

"Harry. First, I want to thank you, Harry," Dumbledore said. "You must have shown real loyalty down in the Chamber. Nothing but that could have called Fawkes to you."

Harry glanced at the red bird on its stand and Dumbledore slowly stepped towards him.

"And, uh, second... I sense that something is troubling you,"

"Am I right, Harry?"

Harry sighed. "It's just...  you see, sir, I-I couldn't help but notice certain things, certain... certain similarities between Tom Riddle and me."

"I see," Dumbledore nodded. "Well, you can speak Parseltongue, Harry."

"Why?"

"Because Lord Voldemort. If I'm not mistake, Harry he transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar."

"Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me?" Harry gasped.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Not intentionally," Dumbledore walked back to his desk. "But, yes."

"So the the Sorting Hat was right. I should be in Slytherin,"

"It's true, Harry. You possess many of the qualities that Voldemort himself prizes. Determination, resourcefulness, and if I may say so, a certain disregard for the rules,"

Dumbledore glanced at the Sorting Hat. "Why, then, did the Sorting Har place you in Gryffindor?"

"Because I asked it to," Harry said.

"Exactly, Harry. Which makes you different from Voldemort," Dumbledore continued. "It is not our abilities that show what we truly made. It is our choices."

Harry gave Dumbledore a light smile and nodded.

"If you want proof you belong in Gryffindor then I suggest you look more closely at his," Dumbledore lifted the Gryffindor sword and Harry took it.

"Be careful."

Hello! I just wanted to do ( Y/N ) disappearing 'cause this is an eleven inspired story. I don't know where she'll go from here, but I'll figure something out!

- see you soon, meg !