An Interesting End

Chapter 13


Rewritten and reposted on January 2, 2014. I just really wanted to get this one over with. There is a lot more talking than action, and I kind of take the easy way out with this one. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I'm just glad that this one is over. It was painful when I went through each chapter. It's going to be interesting when it comes to the next one. I forget almost everything that I wrote before.


Harry and I stood before a long chamber. Giant snake sculptures lined the path which opened up to a giant stone face of what I could only guess to be Salazar Slytherin. That man must have really liked snakes. Like, really loved them. I heard Harry gasped from my side, and I watched him sprint to the unconscious body lying in the middle of the floor.

"Ginny! Ginny, wake up! Please don't be dead," he attempted to shake her awake, but it was no use. "Ginny!"

"She won't wake," Harry and I spun around. Who let the hottie in?

"Tom? Tom Riddle?" Harry asked the older boy. "What do you mean she won't wake? She isn't-"

"She's still alive, but only just," he said.

"Are you a ghost?" Harry questioned.

"A memory," Tom Riddle answered. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years."

"You have to help us, Tom. We need to get Ginny out of here. There's a Basilisk-"

"He won't come until he's called."

That's when the warning signs began flashing in my head. This guy was bad news. I pulled at Harry's arm, but he did not even make eye contact with me. Did he not get the vibe coming from this guy? It was very obvious when I saw him pick up Harry's wand from off the floor. Where was mine?

"You won't be needing it," Riddle smiled then turned to me. "Don't even think about looking for your wand. I've had it in my possession from the moment you walked into this very room."

"Harry, we should get out of here," I said to him. "Like now."

"Shh."

"Harry, trust me on this."

"Shh," he hushed me again. "Why is Ginny here anyway and why is she like this?"

As soon as I saw the sly grin form on the boy's face, I knew we were in trouble. I looked to my left and right, trying to find a way out of here, but the only thing I could spot was the way we came in. There was no way we were going through that door.

"…how was it that you two managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a pair of scars?" What were they talking about?

"Why do you care? Voldemort was after your time?" Harry asked.

"Voldemort is my past, present, and future-" That was it. Harry and I were goners.

"Do you believe me now?" I cried, making a run for the doorway.

"Where do you think you're going?" Riddle shouted, mumbling something that I could not understand. I groaned loudly when my head hit the stone wall. Blood seeping down my pant leg. "You can't get out of here, Haylee Potter. You and your brother are going to die down here."

"Harry!" I froze when I saw the stone mouth of Slytherin open wide, a large snake slithering out of it. Damn it was a big snake. "Run, Harry!"

"Let's see how Dumbledore's greatest defenders match the power of Salazar Slytherin," Tom smirked at the both of us. "But first, I want to deal with you," he appeared before me in an instant. Great, I was wandless against a psychopath. I was not going to get out of this one. "I sense great power in you. Something that you have not felt yet, but you will. Not that bad looking either."

"Ew, you do know I'm twelve right?" I asked although I wasn't sure as to why.

"And you have spunk. I could put that to good use," Riddle cupped my cheek. "I wonder."

"Let go of me you bastard!" I squirmed within his grasp it was no use.

"This isn't how I pictured this moment to go in my head," he glanced over at Harry who looked like he was having a hard time fighting against the beast. "I'll deal with you later."

"Wha-" I collapsed to the ground, and the last thing I could remember was Harry screaming Tom Riddle's name.

"When do you think she's going to wake up?" I knew that voice. Was I dead?

"I don't know, but it's been eight hours. That spell must have been strong," another voice entered my mind. "I can't believe Pomfrey couldn't do anything about it."

"Hey look, I think she's coming too," my eyes fluttered open, wincing at the bright light above me. "Haylee, are you all right?"

"Where am I?" I asked. "This isn't the chamber."

"No, it isn't," Harry answered. "We got out of there yesterday. You've been out for a pretty long time. I thought you were dead at first when I saw you lying there on the floor. But we got out of there. Good news, all of the people who were petrified are all better."

"Really, that's great," I smiled, seeing Hermione sitting on my right. "It's good to have you back, Hermione."

"I'm so happy that you figured it out," she said. "And it's good to have you back."

"I guess this means that the school won't be closing down. That's a good thing," I said. "How long am I going to be in here?"

"You can get out of here now if you want to. Pomfrey said as soon as you woke up you were all set," Harry answered. "Do you want us to wait for you, or do you want to meet us in the common room?"

"You three go ahead. I bet you've been here a long time," I told them. "I won't be long."

"Sounds good to me," they waved and then left the infirmary.

There was an extra set of clothes on the adjacent chair. Hermione must have put them there, which I quickly changed into. Hospital gowns were not comfortable. That's when I noticed the scar on my hip. I must have gotten it when I smacked the wall back down in the chamber. Cool, I had a battle wound. It looked like a star, or a diamond. Something along those lines. After a quick change, I made my way down the hall and up towards the seventh floor.

"Finally up I see." What was he doing here?

"How did you know I was unconscious?" I asked, staring at the blond leaning against the wall.

"Word gets around. Especially when you go on a suicide mission into the Chamber of Secrets," Draco said. "I have to hand it to you, Potter. You have guts."

"That would explain why I'm a Gryffindor than wouldn't it?" I asked. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to make sure you were all right, and I'm being serious," he answered. "I'm glad you're ok."

"Thanks. I think," I replied. "You know, you aren't as bad as I thought you were. I'm sorry I was giving you crap all of those times you were trying to talk to me. I should have listened. Can you accept my apology?"

"I never thought I would get an apology from you," he smirked. "But yes, I do. Do you think we can start over?"

"If my brother found out he would be so mad," I told him. "Hi, I'm Haylee Potter. Nice to meet you."

"This should be fun then," he said. "Nice to meet you, Haylee. I'm Draco Malfoy."

"You know, why I first met you. I thought your name was really weird," I said. "Just thought I'd share."

"You wouldn't be the first one to say that," Draco replied. "I better get back to the common room. If Filtch catches me again I will be in so much trouble. If I don't see you later, have a nice summer."

"You too," I waited until he left before I continued back to my common room. "What the hell just happened?"