My Brother has a friend over, Imagine America being loud x 5 and that's how loud it is here…
The Final chapter~
Sneak peak for the sequel today or tomorrow.
"I came with Harry, da." Ivan explained to the confused Arthur.
So the nations, Harry and Ginny made their way back to the normal exit.
"Ron!" Harry yelled, speeding up. "Ginny's okay! I've got her!"
He heard Ron give a strangled cheer, and they turned the next bend to see his eager face staring through the sizable gap he had managed to make in the rock fall.
"Ginny!" Ron thrust an arm through the gap in the rock to pull her through first.
"You're alive! I don't believe it! What happened? How-what-where did that bird come from?"
Fawkes had swooped through the gap after Ginny.
"He's Dumbledore's," said Harry, squeezing through himself
"How come you've got a sword?" said Ron, gaping at the glittering weapon in Harry's hand, as Arthur came through next.
"I'll explain when we get out of here, " said Harry with a sideways glance at Ginny, who was crying harder than ever, America and Canada where through the hole, and where now trying to comfort her.
"Later," Harry said shortly. He didn't think it was a good idea to tell Ron yet who'd been opening the Chamber, not in front of Ginny, anyway.
Francis and Ivan were now through the hole, and walked over to the group.
"Back there," said Ron, still looking puzzled but jerking his head up the tunnel toward the pipe. "He's in a bad way. Come and see."
Led by Fawkes, whose wide scarlet wings emitted a soft golden glow in the darkness, they walked all the way back to the mouth of the pipe. Gilderoy Lockhart was sitting there, humming placidly to himself.
"His memory's gone," said Ron, and somehow everyone wasn't surprised. "The Memory Charm backfired. Hit him instead of us. Hasn't got a clue who he is, or where he is, or who we are. I told him to come and wait here. He's a danger to himself"
Lockhart peered good-naturedly up at them all. "Hello," he said. "Odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?"
"No," said Ron, raising his eyebrows at Harry. Harry bent down and looked up the long, dark pipe.
"Have you thought how we're going to get back up this?" he said to Ron.
Ron shook his head, but Fawkes the phoenix had swooped past Harry and was now fluttering in front of him, his beady eyes bright in the dark. He was waving his long golden tail feathers. Harry looked un-certainly at him.
"He looks like he wants you to grab hold …" said Ron, looking perplexed. "But you're much too heavyfor a bird to pull up there-"
"Fawkes," said Harry, "isn't an ordinary bird." He turned quickly to the others. "We've got to hold onto each other. Ginny, grab Ron's hand, Matthew grab Ginny's hand, Alfred Matthew's, Alfred's Arthur's, And Arthur grabs Francis' Hand. Professor Lockhart-"
"He means you," said Ron sharply to Lockhart. "You hold Francis' other hand-"
Harry tucked the sword and the Sorting Hat into his belt, Ron took hold of the back of Harry's robes, and Harry reached out and took hold of Fawkes's strangely hot tail feathers. An extraordinary lightness seemed to spread through his whole body and the next second, in a rush of wings, they were flying upward through the pipe.
Harry could hear Lockhart dangling below him, saying, "Amazing! Amazing! This is just like magic!"
The chill air was whipping through Harry's hair, and before he'd stopped enjoying the ride, it was over-all nine of them were hitting the wet floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and as Lockhart straightened his hat, the sink that hid the pipe was sliding back into place. Myrtle goggled at them.
"You're alive," she said blankly to Harry.
"There's no need to sound so disappointed," he said grimly, wiping flecks of blood and slime off his glasses.
"Oh, well... I'd just been thinking... If you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet," said Myrtle, blushing silver.
"Urgh!" said Ron as they left the bathroom for the dark, deserted corridor outside. "Harry! I think Myrtle's grown fond of you! You've got competition, Ginny!"
But tears were still flooding silently down Ginny's face. "Where now?" said Ron, with an anxious look at Ginny. Harry pointed. Fawkes was leading the way, glowing gold along the corridor, Arthur and the others followed. They strode after him, and moments later, found themselves outside Professor McGonagall's office. Harry knocked and pushed the door open.
For a moment there was silence as Harry, Ron, Ginny, Arthur, Alfred, Matthew, Francis, Ivan and Lockhart stood in the doorway, covered in muck and slime and (in Harry's case) blood. Then there was a scream.
It was Mrs. Weasley, who had been sitting crying in front of the fire. She leapt to her feet, closely followed by Mr. Weasley, and both of them flung themselves on their daughter. Harry, however, was looking past them.
Professor Dumbledore was standing by the mantelpiece, beaming, next to Professor McGonagall, who was taking great, steadying gasps, clutching her chest. Fawkes went whooshing past Harry's ear and settled on Dumbledore's shoulder, just as Harry found himself and Ron being swept into Mrs. Weasleys tight embrace.
"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?"
"I think we'd all like to know that," said Professor McGonagall weakly.
Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry, who hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the desk and laid upon it the Sorting Hat, the ruby-encrusted sword, and what remained of Riddle's diary. Then he started telling them everything. For nearly a quarter of an hour he spoke into the rapt silence: He told them about hearing the disembodied voice, how Hermione had finally realized that he was hear-ing a basilisk in the pipes; how he and Ron had followed the spiders into the forest, that Aragog had told them where the last victim of the basilisk had died; how he had guessed that Moaning Myrtle had been the victim, and that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets might be in her bathroom...
"Very well," Professor McGonagall prompted him as he paused, "so you found out where the entrance was-breaking a hundred school rules into pieces along the way, I might add-but how on earth did you all get out of there alive, Potter?"
So Harry, his voice now growing hoarse from all this talking, told them about Fawkes's timely arrival and about the Sorting Hat giving him the sword. But then he faltered. He had so far avoided mentioning Riddle's diary-or Ginny. She was standing with her head against Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, and tears were still coursing silently down her cheeks. What if they expelled her? Harry thought in panic. Riddle's diary didn't work anymore... How could they prove it had been he who'd made her do it all?
Instinctively, Harry looked at Dumbledore, who smiled faintly, the firelight glancing off his half-moon spectacles.
"What interests me most," said Dumbledore gently, "is how Lord Voldemort managed to enchant Ginny, when my sources tell me he is currently in hiding in the forests of Albania, and where exactly, you four had come from, and disappeared to."
Relief-warm, sweeping, glorious relief-swept over Harry.
"W-what's that?" said Mr. Weasley in a stunned voice. "You-Know-Who? En-enchant Ginny? But Ginny's not... Ginny hasn't been... Has she?"
"It was this diary," said Harry quickly, picking it up and showing it to Dumbledore. "Riddle wrote it when he was sixteen... "
Dumbledore took the diary from Harry and peered keenly down his long, crooked nose at its burnt and soggy pages.
"Brilliant," he said softly. "Of course, he was probably the most brilliant student Hogwarts has ever seen."
He turned around to the Weasleys, who were looking utterly bewildered. "Very few people know that Lord Voldemort was once called Tom Riddle. I taught him myself, fifty years ago, at Hogwarts. He disappeared after leaving the school... Traveled far and wide... Sank so deeply into the Dark Arts, consorted with the very worst of our kind, underwent so many dangerous, magical transformations, that when he resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, he was barely recognizable. Hardly any-one connected Lord Voldemort with the clever, handsome boy who once Head Boy here. "
"But, Ginny," said Mrs. Weasley. "What's our Ginny got to do with-with-him?"
"His d-diary!" Ginny sobbed. "I've b-been writing in it, and he's been w-writing back all year-"
"Ginny!" said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. "Haven't I taught you anything. What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain? Why didn't you show the diary to me, or your mother? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic!"
"I d-didn't know," sobbed Ginny. "I found it inside one of the books Mum got me. I th-thought some-one had just left it in there and forgotten about it-"
"Miss Weasley should go up to the hospital wing right away, " Dumbledore interrupted in a firm voice.
"This has been a terrible ordeal for her. There will be no punishment. Older and wiser wizards than she have been hoodwinked by Lord Voldemort." He strode over to the door and opened it.
"Bed rest and perhaps a large, steaming mug of hot chocolate. I always find that cheers me up," he added, twinkling kindly down at her. "You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She's just giving out Mandrake juice-I daresay the basilisk's victims will be waking up any moment. "
"So Hermione's okay!" said Ron brightly.
"There has been no lasting harm done, Ginny," said Dumbledore. Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still looking deeply shaken.
"And you four?" Dumbledore began, waiting to hear the story.
"The floor caved in." All four said in union.
Dumbledore chuckled, but then seemed serious, "Why was it that you four went after a Lion, Raven and Snake?"
"The Chamber of Secrets." Arthur answered, Dumbledore actually rose an eyebrow.
"It's not the Chamber of secret, it secret's, so naturally there was more than one chamber entrance, and more than one monster." Arthur explained; "Gryffindor's was near their tower, it was a Lion with Midas touch, only modified to be scratch. Second was Ravenclaws it was a-a Raven. That could change form, personality and create illusions. Third was Hufflepuff- well I didn't see it b-."
"It was a Honey Badger that put you under that curse that makes you do stuff you don't wanna, and test you loyalty." Alfred interrupted and smiled.
"Fourth was Slytherin's. A Basilisk, That if you looked in its eyes you died, and if you saw a reflection of its eyes you were petrified." Arthur finished.
"But? Ivan looked it straight in the yes and nothing happened…" Harry said, thinking out loud, almost Every teacher looked at Ivan.
"Shame snake did not want to become one."
Instead of going to the great hall the nations headed to the room of requirement.
"That was… an interesting year." England sighed.
"Ig- I mean, England?" Alfred asked, sitting down, "Let's come again!"
Before England could respond, Matthew joined, "Definitely, eh!"
Even France and Russia, "Of course I will want to come back, so many charmin- I mean so many charms to learn."
"Everyone will eventually become one, da?"
England sighed, next year. Was going to be a long year.
Especially with the trio having so many reasons to question them…