Read Ch 1's author's note please. Just keep in mind that these were actually written to be stand-alone ficlets... drabbles if you may... or perhaps vignettes? Dunno... not originally to be one long consecutive story. I might go back and make it nice and smooth and all ...
I have taken some liberties with the timeline by the way. Harry finds the diary after Hermione has been petrified.
Write a fic where Harry actually is the Heir of Slytherin.
In Which Harry Keeps a Secret and Get Very Angry
Harry didn't tell anyone about what the giant snake had told him. He kept the secret close to his heart, even as he faced down his parents' killer.
It wasn't until he heard the voice, the hissing, in the walls, that he considered telling somebody. It sounded so much like Slaris, but at the same time different... but he couldn't really explain that, could he? That his good friend, the giant snake hidden underneath the girls' bathroom, was wandering through the walls, hissing about killing and maiming and tearing...
He decided to keep quiet and try to forget the incident. But then, the message appeared on the wall and he couldn't keep his silence any longer.
The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware.
Even as he stared at the bloody, dripping letters, Filch's screaming washing over him, Harry could only think that there was obviously something very wrong going on here at school.
But he didn't get a chance to go down and talk to Slaris for quite some time. After that first message appeared, the bludger from hell, and that fiasco with the duelling club, everything around Harry seemed to speed up to a whirlwind-like frenzy. It was only when Hermione lay unconscious in the hospital wing that Harry resolved to go down and talk to Slaris.
When he entered the girls' bathroom, there was a good two inches of water on the ground. Sobbing was coming from one of the stalls. Having officially been introduced to Moaning Myrtle when the trio had snuck in to brew the polyjuice potion, Harry knew that she was probably the source of the crying.
"Myrtle?" Harry called out, sloshing through the water towards the stall. "Is that you?"
There was a sniffle and a hiccup, and Myrtle drifted out of her stall. "Harry?"
Harry smiled at the ghost. "Hi Myrtle," he said. "What's wrong?"
Myrtle sniffed again. "Somebody started throwing books at me again," she wailed. "Fifty points if you can get it though her nose!"
Harry winced as the toilet behind Myrtle gave a loud Glugg! and spewed some more water into the air. "I'm very sorry, Myrtle," he said sincerely. "Did you see who did it?"
"Oh. Where's the book then?" Harry asked. "Maybe we can figure out who threw it."
Myrtle sniffed again and pointed behind herself into the stall. There, floating in the toilet bowl, was a small, black book. Harry picked it up and nearly dropped it in surprise. Even though it had been in the toilet for an indeterminable ammount of time, it was still bone dry.
"It's got some sort of water-repelling charm on it," Harry told Myrtle, who was looking at him strangely. He flipped open the book, and was surprised to find it empty. On the back was written the address of a stationary store on Vauxhall road. "It looks like a diary," Harry told Myrtle at length. "Muggleborn, probably, since it was bought on Vauxhall road. I wonder why someone would throw a blank diary at you?"
Myrtle shrugged and looked at him with watery eyes. "Everybody hates me," she mumbled. "Maybe it's an enchanted diary."
Harry brightened. "Right!" he exclaimed. "Let me just get some ink... and a quill..."
He walked over to the sinks and balanced the diary carefully on one as he rummaged through his rucksack to find the necessary supplies. Myrtle floated over at watched him, sniffling occasionally.
Finally finding a mostly-full bottle of black ink, Harry quickly wet the quill and wrote in the diary "Hello."
As the two watched, the ink was absorbed into the page. Then words became visible on the page. Hello. My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. Who are you?
Beside him, Myrtle gave a little gasp. Harry turned to her in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"
"That boy, Tom," she replied. "He was a Slytherin when I was in school. A prefect. After I died, he was the one who found the Heir."
Harry's eyes widened. "Who was it, Myrtle?" he asked. "What happened?"
Myrtle stared at him. "You want to know how I died? No one's ever asked me how I died."
Harry nodded. Myrtle then told him about opening the door to the stall and seeing the giant yellow eyes. "And after that? Then what?" Harry asked. "What happened with Riddle and the Heir?"
Myrtle sniffled once. And then again. Then she said, "I was still in shock from realizing that I was dead. I floated around the school, invisible, just watching." Harry nodded and prompted for her to continue. "I heard commotion on the grounds, and I went outside to see what was going on. Headmaster Dippet was there, with Professor Dumbledore and some Aurors. They were arresting Rubeus Hagrid."
Harry stared at her. "Hagrid?" he gasped out in a strangled-sounding voice. "That can't be right..." he trailed off, staring into space.
"Let's find out what's really going on, eh, Myrtle?" Harry growled, eyes flashing in annoyance. Picking up his quill once more, he scribbled "Are you still there?"
Yes, I am still here. Who are you?
With a smirk on his face, Harry wrote back "I am the Heir of Slytherin."
Without giving the diary a chance to reply, he continued writing rapidly. "I have been speaking with Myrtle, the girl who was killed the first time the Chamber was opened. She tells me that you told everyone that it was Hagrid who opened the Chamber the first time. "
It is true. Came the reply. Would you like to see?
And with a flash of white light, Harry was sucked into the memory.
Harry reappeared in the bathroom with a splash after watching the memory. Myrtle was staring at him incredulously, jaw hanging open slightly. Harry angrily picked up the quill and wrote in the diary. "You lie."
I do not lie. Came the immediate reply. You saw my memories. Rubeus Hagrid opened the Chamber. After he was expelled the Chamber was closed.
Harry snorted, uncaring of the fact that the diary could obviously not see him. "You lie. The monster that Hagrid was raising was a spider. I have it on good authority that the monster in the Chamber is a giant snake."
There was a pause. And then more words appeared. You have seen her?
Harry turned to Myrtle, eyes glinting strangely in the half-light of the bathroom. "Now I've got him. I've got him, Myrtle," he whispered.
If anything, this only served to make Myrtle look more confused than before. "What?"
"Just watch," Harry told her, and scribbled "So you were the Heir that opened the chamber."
I was not! came the agitated reply. You have seen my memories, everything that happened then. Rubeus Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets!
"Then how did you know that the monster was a female, eh?" wrote back Harry. "You forget who you speak to Riddle. I am the Heir of Slytherin. The monster is a snake, not a spider. The monster is a female, not a male.
"And since I know that a diary cannot open the Chamber and control the one inside of it, you must be posessing someone." Harry added. "Who have you posessed, Riddle? Is it Ginny Weasley? She's always writing in a little black diary."
There was another pause. And then the words appeared once more. You do not know of what you speak.
"Ah, it is Ginny. Thank you Mister Riddle. Now I think it's high time that you and I go have a little talk with Headmaster Dumbledore."
Without waiting for a reply, Harry slammed the little book shut. Packing away the quill and inkwell and tucking the diary under his arm, Harry turned to Myrtle and said, "Thank you very much for your help, Myrtle. You've helped save a lot of lives today."
Myrtle batted her eyelashing at him. "Thank you, Harry. Come and visit some time, okay?"
Harry gave her a grin and ducked out into the hall.
There was such a pandemonium in the corridor outside of the bathroom, Harry felt an odd urge to duck back inside - to hell with anyone who wanted to make a fuss about him being in a girls' bathroom.
Harry turned to see who had yelled his name, just in time for Ron to run smack into him, sending his rucksack and the diary spilling to the floor. Ron looked positively terrified, eyes wild, hair more mussed than usual. "What's wrong, Ron?" he asked, uncaring of the press of people around them.
"It's Dumbledore," Ron gasped out. "The board of governors - they've suspended him!"
Harry's eyes widened. "What?" he gasped out. Was the board out of its mind?
"We're all gonna die!" someone down the hall shrieked.
Suddenly Harry remembered the diary. Dropping to his knees, he scooped up his rucksack and peered around for the small black book. Where was it? Somebody ran into Harry, sending him sprawling, and also reminding him that he was trying to search for something on the floor while other terrified students were stampeding around like mad.
As Ron hauled him to his feet, Harry asked, "Where are the other professors? Why is everyone so terrified?"
"It's Malfoy," Ron replied, propelling Harry down the hall in the direction of the common room. "He's been spreading rumours about how the Heir is going to kill all the muggle-borns now that Dumbledore isn't here to protect them. The professors... I dunno... I think they're complaining to the board."
As they fought their way to the common room, the little black book and its terrible secret were completely banished from Harry's mind.
They gone to see Hermione and Harry had discovered a piece of paper in her petrified hand. On it was a passage about basilisks...
"A basilisk!" Ron gasped, face contorting in horror. "That's what must be in the Chamber! It all makes sense now. Look!" he pointed to a line and read it aloud. "... The crowing of the rooster ... is fatal to it! Hagrid's roosters were killed. And then this! Spiders flee before it! Harry! It all fits!"
Harry tried to look appropriately surprised and attempted to hide the fact that he already knew what the creature was. "We need to tell McGonogall," he said at length, when he couldn't think up an appropriate response.
Ron nodded. "Right." He glanced at his watch. "We've got twenty minutes until classes are over. I'll go to the staff room and give this to McGonogall." he waved the wrinkled bit of parchment in the air. "And you can go find Lockhart."
Harry froze, halfway to the door. "Lockhart?" he asked incredulously. "Why should we bother telling that fraud?"
"Well, he is the defense professor... and Dumbledore wouldn't've hired him if he were totally a fake..."
Harry snorted before yanking open the door and sprinting down the hall.
He had only made it halfway to Lockhart's office before McGonogall's magnified voice echoed through the halls, ordering all students back to their common rooms. Harry immediately reversed his direction and began sprinting for Myrtle's bathroom. He passed Lockhart at one point, white-faced and sprinting towards the main gates, but he ignored the Defense professor and instead concentrated on making his legs move as fast as was humanly possible.
Myrtle was floating in the center of the bathrooom when he burst into the room. "I knew you'd come, Harry!" she exclaimed as he skidded in order to keep from running into her. "It was awful - her eyes were glowing this awful red color. She whispered something and jumped through an opening in the sinks."
Harry nodded, trying desperately to catch his breath. "Thanks, Myrtle. Listen, I'm going to try to save her. I need you to find Dumbledore and McGonogall and tell them that the monster is a basilisk and that I've gone to save Ginny from Tom Riddle." At Myrtle's nod, Harry walked over to the sink with the small carved snake. As an afterthought, he said, "Tell them about the diary... just not about me being an Heir. OK?"
Then he turned back to the carving, concentrated, and hissed, "I need to get out of here."
Harry felt a bit of deja vu as there came a faint rumble from the castle, and the floor opened up beneath him, and he fell.
He landed in the same room he had landed in previously. Already aware that neither Riddle nor Slaris would be in the small antechamber, Harry sprinted down the long, winding tunnel.
Suddenly, Slaris's head reared up before him, startling him so badly that his foot caught on a slippery stone and he landed flat on his back before the monstrous basilisk. "Slaris!" he exclaimed.
If it were possible, the snake's eyes opened even wider than before. "Master!" she hissed. "Good Master has returned."
Harry let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, I've returned Slaris. Is Riddle in the main chamber?"
"The Dark Heir is there, with the Flame-girl."
"Ginny!" Harry scrambled to his feet. "Is she ok? Wait - you haven't been the one petrifying people, have you?"
Slaris shook her large head. "No, Master. The Dark Heir, he possessed the Flame-girl and forced her to resurrect him and the spirit of his memory of me."
Harry felt his eyes go wide. So the basilisk that's been attacking the students, that's Riddle's memory of the basilisk? he asked in astonishment.
"Yes Master. I am faithful only to you, the True Master."
You will fight only for me, then, Slaris? Harry asked, feeling quite relieved.
Harry nodded and squared his shoulders. With a deep breath, he stepped around Slaris's large body and entered the Chamber of Secrets.
The first thing he noticed was that all of the wall sconces were lit. Never having had the pleasure to see the Chamber fully alight, Harry paused in the archway to peer around the room. It could do with a good cleaning, Harry finally surmised, and wondered for an instant how hard it would be to convince the house elves to come do some house cleaning for a basilisk.
The second thing Harry noticed was Ginny Weasley's deathly-pale body laying in the center of the floor, a very familiar black book lying next to her out-stretched hand. The third thing he noticed was a tall, black haired teenager wearing a Hogwarts robe standing over Ginny's body, facing the opposite direction.
It was past time for thoughts about house elves and basilisks, Harry decided, and it was high time that he make his presence known.
Stepping into the room, Harry called out in a voice that sounded much more confident than he really was, "Tom Riddle, I presume?"
The tall boy spun around on his heel, drawing his wand at the same time. At seeing Harry, his eyes widened fractionally. "So you're the one who stole Slaris from me," he said with a sneer.
Harry smirked at him. "Of course," he replied. "She no longer follows anyone but the True Heir."
With a barked laugh, Riddle exclaimed, "Fool! I am the True Heir! Watch!" Using his wand, Riddle wrote out the words I AM LORD VOLDEMORT in fiery letters in the air. With a flick of his wand, the letters rearranged themselves to read TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE. "Do you not see? I am the Heir, the True Heir, the only one worth enough to follow in the footsteps of the great Salazar Slytherin!"
Harry ignored him. "Oooh," he said mockingly. "Are we playing the anagram game? I can play that too." He used his wand to write out ROT HER PARTY. Jerking a thumb at it and ignoring Riddle's enraged expression, Harry said, "See? I can make a stupid-sounding phrase out of my name too." Another flick of his wand, and the letters rearranged themselves to read HARRY POTTER.
Riddle's face contorted with fury. "You-"
Harry laughed at the other teen. "I am the True Heir, Riddle, not you," he roared aloud, voice booming and echoing throughout the stone chamber. "After all, the True Heir will reign undefeated. Look at yourself, killed by an infant. Thwarted again by an eleven-year-old. You are a shadow of your former glory, while I have not yet reached my prime. Tell me now, mudblood, who is the greater of us two?"
After a few seconds of an admirable fish impression, Riddle once again attempted to compose himself and hissed, "Slaris, serve your master. Slay this usurper!"
A rustling was heard, then from the far end of the Chamber came slithering a basilisk who could have been Slaris's double. With a slight start, Harry realized that not only was this Slaris's double, but, for all intents and purposes, Slaris herself. Harry smirked again. "Slaris, come protect the True Heir!" he called out.
From behind him came an answering rustle, and the battle was met. Two identical basilisks, equally armed, equally set, equally vicious, and equally angry.
Harry found it morbidly amusing. Riddle, going by the look upon his face, did not.
A screech distracted the two humans from the two snakes. Glancing up, Harry saw to his surprise Dumbledore's phoenix flying towards him, carrying what appeared to be the Sorting Hat. When the bird landed upon his shoulder and offered him the tattered piece of felt, Harry realized that it was the Sorting Hat... though it felt awful heavy for that to be all that it really was.
Never taking his eyes off of Riddle's wand, Harry cautiously reached inside and pulled out the first object that his hand made contact with. It was a long thin sword with the name GRYFFINDOR inscribed along the blade.
Moving towards the center of the chamber where Ginny lay, in order to avoid the battling serpents, Harry stared at the sword in confusion. "What the hell are you playing at, Dumbledore?" he murmured. "Gryffindor's sword? Right. It's better than rabbits, though."
He heard Riddle's chocked laugh as the other recognized the muggle reference, but he ignored it as he thought of something. Pretending to be thinking hard about something, he abled over to Ginny's still body and peered down at her, then turned to face Riddle. Holding the sword loosely with one hand, Harry commented casually, "You know, neither of the basilisks is going to win."
Riddle jerked his head around to glare at him. "How so?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well, they're the same creature, really. Equally matched in every way, shape, and form, they think the same, plan the same, react the same, defend the same. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Neither can win while the other survives."
Riddle just smirked. "Well, we'll just have to kill your basilisk, eh?" he crowed, raising his wand.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Actually, I was planning on just killing you," he replied in the same casual tone as he stabbed downward with the sword, impaling the black diary.
White light erupted from a whole that had suddenly appeared in Riddle's chest. One of the basilisks glowed white and began to shrivel, as if acid had been poured upon it. Riddle screamed at reached out, clawing, trying to grab at Harry, but the Gryffindor just smirked at him before turning to Slaris and hissing, "Go hide, Slaris. We can't afford to have Ginny see you."
As Slaris disappeared down a tunnel, Harry heard a moan from near his boot. Dropping to his knees, he grapsed Ginny's hand. "Ginny? Ginny? Can you hear me?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. "It's all right now, Ginny. Everything's all right now."