HP : The Chronicles

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"You see?" he whispered. And Harry did see; his hands trembled and he could hear his heart beating with a fury. It was him; all the time it had been him. And torturing just his family hadn't been enough this time, no; he had gone for their friends too. He started talking about how he was the greatest wizard to have ever lived and Harry wanted to laugh at his face; but no matter his feelings, this was Voldemort and he had to tread cautiously. Adrian wasn't that reserved; he started talking about how Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of all their time, causing Riddle to cringe and glare at him. Before either one could move again however, music came flowing in the room. And not any type of music; it was the song of a phoenix.

And truly it was Fawkes, flying towards them, holding something at his talons, his songs soothing Harry and calming his fraying nerves. That something however, turned out to be the Shorting Hat, now lay almost in front of Harry's feet. Harry looked at it strangely; phoenixes, when they decided to help, were known for gifting the person benefited with the appropriate help for their need. So, when the problem was a basilisk and a Dark Lord, how was an old hat, special as this one was, the answer? Fawkes trilled once more and then went to perch on Adrian's shoulder. What shocked Harry was that the bird looked straight into his eyes and held the gaze for a few seconds; then he nodded? He did, Harry realized, before turning to face Riddle.

"That's a phoenix…" said Riddle, staring shrewdly back at it.

"Fawkes?" Adrian breathed, not quite believing the Headmaster's familiar had come to his rescue.

"And that…" said Riddle, now eyeing the ragged cloth that Fawkes had dropped, "that's the old school Sorting Hat…" Riddle began to laugh again. He laughed so hard that the dark Chamber rang with it, as though ten Riddles were laughing at once… Harry just gazed at him evenly, refusing to be intimidated, even when no one could see him. "This is what Dumbledore sends his defender! A songbird and an old hat! Do you feel brave, Adrian Potter? Do you feel safe now?" Adrian was shaking still, but some colour had returned to his face. Harry allowed himself a smile; two kids against the most feared Dark Lord of all times, trying their best to look brave; even when one was invisible at the moment. Riddle questioned Adrian then, asking how could he have survived his attack as a baby. Harry turned to glance at Ginny; she was becoming weaker and Riddle stronger; this had to end soon.

"I don't know how I did it." Adrian admitted. "Nobody knows exactly how; but you tried to kill me, my brother and my parents that night. Professor Dumbledore said that my magic reacted and it was enough to bring you down. 'Cause I have seen you last year, the real you; and you're ugly and foul and in hiding…"

"Enough!" Cried Riddle outraged. "I had more questions for you, Adrian, but now it matters not; no matter what your power might be, you won't live to harness it. You die today Adrian Potter. Now, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against famous Adrian Potter, and the best weapons Dumbledore can give him…" He turned towards the statue of Slytherin and spoke in Parseltongue, Harry cringing as he heard him, this was it. "Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four." And Slytherin answered; the statue's mouth opened wide, stone clashing against stone, until a dark opening, deep and ominous, appeared. Harry could hear the serpent that was uncoiling its large body moving towards the opening; he lowered his eyes and backtracked, mentally promising Ginny he would be back.

He heard something colliding with the floor and then a strong hiss, not a word, just the call of a hunter getting ready to attack its prey. Adrian was next to him, moving backwards, his eye half-closed, only just allowing him to see what he was doing. And as the two brothers tried to put as much distance as possible between them and the deadly serpent, Riddle gave his order;

"Kill him!" Harry could hear the basilisk move perfectly, his sharpened hearing making the experience that much more frightening as he moved blindly; he heard a gasp and a thud next to him and instinctively knew Adrian had tripped. Then a booming sound a terrible hiss sounded and Harry opened his eyes; if his brother was in danger of dying, he wouldn't just seat around and do nothing, danger on his life be damned. What he saw surprised him to no end. He looked up the very moment Fawkes dived and blinded the basilisk, his beak hitting one eye after the other. The snake did its best to throw the bird off, convulsing in agony until Riddle intervened;

"NO!" Harry heard Riddle screaming. "LEAVE THE BIRD! LEAVE THE BIRD! THE BOY IS BEHIND YOU! YOUCAN STILL SMELL HIM! KILL HIM!" The two boys backed away even more as the basilisk approached, Adrian moving towards an open pipe on his left; Harry did his best to follow, even if he didn't think it to be the best idea. They hid inside and the snake followed, blinded and confused but still deadly. The two boys found themselves inside a maze of pipes, moving around almost blindly, ever pursued by the basilisk.

Adrian made the wrong turn eventually and found himself in a dead end, the exit of the pipe blocked by a large iron grain. He looked around desperately as Harry held his breath taking in his surroundings; the snake hissed, closing in. With a deep breath, Harry had made his decision; he moved out of the pipe and run forward; when he was away enough from his brother, he took one of the stones that lay on the floor and threw it on a metal grain next to him, ducking for cover the next moment. The basilisk, still disoriented from the pain, took the bait and passed Adrian without noticing him; it slithered right past Harry too, following the path where the sound Harry had made had come from. Not even daring to sigh in relief, the green eyed boy turned to look for his brother. But Adrian wasn't there.

Harry decided that, while he loved his brother and would go to great lengths to help him, his twin was probably going to be the death of him. Had he returned back to the Chamber with Voldemort? Generally, bravery was a feature he admired in others and hoped he could find in himself. But running straight into a room where a Dark Lord was waiting to kill you without a wand? That was borderlining on stupidity. Then again, the green eyed wizard thought as he hastily made his return, would he do something different if Severus hadn't spend years teaching him how he should always think first and act later? No, he decided and promised to profusely thank his Dad once he got out. If he got out.

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