HP : The Chronicles

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"I'm not aiming at one." Harry offered and pointed his wand right over Riddle's shoulder. "Bombarda!" he called and a bright red jet of light left his wand and made impact with a snake column, taking it down and effectively blocking one pipe. He jumped backwards putting a column he didn't mean to destroy between him and Riddle and then blew as many snake statues as fast as he could, one burgeoning spell following the next, blocking all exits until only one, the one on Riddle's right was left; he didn't want the basilisk to try and get out on his own because then he could still appear through any of the collapsed pipes; he just wanted to fight him where he had an advantage. When the dust set, he found himself facing a shocked Tom Riddle. "As I was saying, all I can answer is; I'm not my brother, Riddle." He had spoken the last part in Parseltongue, making Riddle frown.

"It was you, wasn't it?" He asked enraged. "Not Adrian." He never specified what he meant by that. It wasn't needed; Harry understood perfectly.

"You noticed." Harry simply stated as the hissing returned stronger; the basilisk had found its way out. Harry's mind was on overdrive; as impressive his spells had been up to that moment, they weren't strong enough to pierce the harder-than-granite skin of the basilisk; a phoenix's beak was, but it wasn't big enough to do major damage; he swore to learn as many large scale spells as possible if he got out. I need help, he thought frantically. If only Severus was here… He moved to the side as the basilisk re-emerged from the wall.

"Kill him!" Riddle ordered again, this time urgency added into his command. Harry moved to the right, away from the snake and close to where he had first stood once he had entered the Chamber. His eyes fell on the Sorting Hat that still lay there.

"I really need some help." He muttered. As if it answered, something glittered inside the hat. The handle of a sword! Harry ducked swiftly and pulled out a great silver broadsword with rubies encrusted on its handle; Severus had once told him about it; the legendary sword of Gryffindor, made of goblin steel. Goblin steel? Harry thought, twirling the sword in his hand, getting the feel of it. This could just work. Riddle was looking at him, pure hatred in his eyes at the snake moved forward in a swift, fluidic movement unexpected from a creature its size.

Holding his wand on his left hand, he cast a few quick, minor curses, the noise as they made impact confusing the snake. This had to end quickly; he moved forward and, once the basilisk lowered its head realising where Harry was, he brought the sword upwards with a practiced move, stabbing the basilisk on a relatively softer spot, right were the lower jaw connected with its body, the sword going all the way through its head. He retracted the sword and moved hurriedly out of the way as the basilisk tumbled and fell. He turned his eyes back to Riddle, briefly glancing at the sword in his hand.

"Tricky thing this goblin steel." He stated as he moved forward again, sidestepping the dead basilisk and glaring at Riddle with the same hatred the Dark Lord directed at him. "It absorbs whatever makes it stronger and I just pierced through the poison glands, the very organs that produced your basilisk's venom." He approached the spot where Ginny lay, pale as death; seeing her like that only boosted his anger. "I'm going to teach you a little lesson Riddle; let's see what happens when a basilisk induced sword pierces a memory poisoned diary." And he pierced the still open diary swiftly, not giving Riddle time to react for something else than screaming. He turned around as the memory of the Dark Lord withered and burned with the diary, a small river of ink pouring from the little book; a hurried glance at Ginny proved she was coming around, some colour returning to her face already as her tormentor faded away. The memory of Voldemort was no more.

He swiftly dropped the sword next to his brother -who lay close enough to the dead basilisk to have managed to be emerged in a pool of the dead serpent's blood- and grabbed the cloak from behind the column. He turned to Fawkes who was observing the scene, perched on the dead basilisk's body.

"You won't tell on me, will you?" He asked, too tired to even plead. Fawkes regarded him for less than a fracture of a second before giving him that nod once again, accompanied with a single soft note. The warm feeling that spread in his heart was enough of an affirmation. "Thank you, Fawkes." Harry said softly looking at his brother and a still sleeping Ginny. "Will you help them get out?" Another soft note assured him he would. Harry smiled weakly and threw the cloak over himself, trying not to smear it with the basilisk blood on his hands. He walked away a few steps before turning back and casting an Enervate spell on his brother. And let Dumbledore explain that one.

He left the Chamber swiftly, intend on never to return. Ron should be close to clearing the way and he would be content to just sit back and let him continue. He would wait for Fawkes to take the others up first and then he could use an ascension spell to get out himself. The first plan was to get immediately into Severus's office. But maybe a hot shower was in order first; explaining the blood could get a bit tricky any other way.

And as Harry left and Adrian tried to comprehend what had happened, his hazel eyes wide, a different pair of eyes opened for the second time in the past two minutes. Ginny Weasley tried to understand what had just happened; the last thing he remembered was Tom Riddle getting coming out of the diary. Yet now, there she was, laying on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets where she had fallen, a slain basilisk a few feet away from her with a phoenix perched on top of it, the diary pierced right in the middle and the hero of wizarding world looking between the dead serpent and the sparkling sword now in his hand in wonder. And all she could do as he called her name was keep staring mystified at the point were his twin brother had disappeared.

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