Summary: What would happen if Lockhart's memory charm hadn't backfired? What would happen to the Golden Trio then…?
A.N: First fan fiction is now up! So scary… Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Anything you recognise belongs to the one and only JK Rowling.
Chapter 1: The Bait.
I awoke to see a blond man's face looking down at me.
"Are you alright?" he asked, seemingly concerned.
"Who are you?" I asked, ignoring his question. "Who am I?" the man grinned.
"You, young man, are called Harry Potter. My name is Gilderoy Lockhart. Your Uncle Gilderoy. Don't you remember?" I shook my head.
"I don't remember anything, Uncle." I said truthfully. Uncle Gilderoy's smile seemed to get bigger. "Why are you smiling when I can't remember anything?" I demanded, annoyed. "And why haven't you let me get up yet?" This was true. My uncle hadn't let me up yet, although that should've been one of the first things he did. Was this how people in my family usually acted, or was it just Uncle G.? I hoped it was the latter, for my sake.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"The Chamber of Secrets. We came to find your friend Ron's sister, but you fainted at the sight of the snake skin. You hit your head pretty hard." I felt myself go red with embarrassment.
"I don't remember any of it. Where are my parents? And who's Ron?"
"Bloody hell!" exclaimed a red-headed boy I hadn't noticed until just now, "I'm Ron, Harry! Can't you even remember your own best mate?" I shook my head again. "And you won't find your parents, Harry," he continued, "they're dead."
"Since when?" I asked, shocked.
"Since we were about a year old." The boy called Ron replied.
"How long ago was that?"
"About eleven years ag-"
"WHAT?" I yelled in disbelief.
"You heard me." Ron continued, his voice sounding like he was trying to tell me quickly, "Now you live with your Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley."
"Why don't I live with you, Uncle Gilderoy?" I asked, looking at him.
"Your mother, my sister, wanted our other sister, Petunia, to look after you if she died. She was always closer to her than me. I try to keep an eye out for you whilst you're at school, here at Hogwarts."
"I thought you said we're in the Chamber of Secrets?" I asked, confused.
"That's a part of Hogwarts. It's buried deep beneath the school. Come on, I'll take you back to the common room. Coming, Mr. Weasley?" Ron openly scowled at my uncle.
"No," he answered defiantly, "I'm going to find and save my sister, like YOU should be doing. It's your job after all. Come on, Harry, you're coming too." Ron helped me up.
"I'll be back soon, Uncle," I told him, "then you can take me up to the common room." Uncle Gilderoy looked like he wanted to say something, but Ron said sharply, "Shut up if you know what's good for you." I couldn't believe Ron could dare talk like that to my uncle. I was about to say so, when Ron shoved a stick into my hand.
"Take this," he said as he did so, "You'll probably need it."
"What do I need a stick for?" I asked.
"Just take it." Ron said, sounding annoyed. I took the stick. It felt comforting and familiar in my hand, but I wasn't sure why. Ron led me past the twenty-foot long snakeskin I hadn't even realised was there.
It wasn't long before we were out of earshot. I immediately turned on Ron.
"How could you say that to Uncle G.?" I demanded. "How dare you say a thing like that!"
"He had it coming to him, Harry. Oh and he's not your uncle. Not even close."
"What?" I cried, "Yes he is! Of course he's my uncle, he said so!"
"Just because someone says something, it doesn't make it true, Harry." Ron sighed. There was a pause as I processed that. If I was honest with myself, there were times when I wondered if Uncle G. really was my uncle after all. I mean, helping me up was supposed to be one of the first things he did, wasn't it, not keep me lying on the floor. He'd also said that I'd got a nasty bump to the head, but I couldn't feel any bumps, nor did my head hurt at all. If I had hit my head, I should be feeling dizzy right now, shouldn't I? But I wasn't. I had just lost my memories. That was all. I just needed to get them back.
"Harry!" warned Ron, pulling back on my clothes. Just in time too. I had almost walked into what seemed to be a port-hole style door. It was made of thick, solid metal with snakes on.
"Be careful, Harry!" You don't want the doors to- I dunno, zap you or something!"
"Doors can do that?" I asked, surprised.
"You can never tell with Slytherin's stuff, especially when it comes to his descendents. They're all as bad as each other." Ron replied darkly.
"Well, how do we get through then?" I asked.
"Parseltongue, of course! Go on, say something!"
"I dunno, anything, I suppose. Open, maybe? That's what you said upstairs in Myrtle's bathroom."
"Who's Myrtle?" I asked, "Why does she have her own bathroom if we're at a school?"
"She's a ghost, Harry. She hangs out there most of the time because it's where she died," Ron explained patiently. "By the way, it was your 'Uncle G.' who cast the memory charm on you."
"Memory charm? What memory charm?"
"The memory charm he placed on you to try to get out of saving my sister."
"Why would he want to do that?" I asked, surprised.
"'Cos he's a bloody coward, that's why." Ron said grumpily, "He was trying to run away when we found him-"
"Uncle G. was trying to run away?" I said, shocked, "But he would never do that!-"
"Well he was!" Ron snapped impatiently. "And now my sister could be dead! Open the door!"
I stared at the door. The snakes looked like their eyes were glowing. I could almost believe that they were real.
"Open." I said. It came out as a hiss. With metallic bangs, the snakes slid back and another snake slid around them. The door swung open.
We stepped through the door into a tunnel and at the end of the tunnel was a chamber in which the light was green.
"We must be under the lake!" Ron said quietly. "Come on, let's find Ginny."
As we walked from our end of the chamber to the other, a small figure slowly became visible. As we got close, I could see that it was a girl. She was small, with long red hair which was a similar colour to Ron's. We sped up until we were running and knelt by her side. She was stiff and cold.
"Ginny! Ginny, can you hear me? Ginny! Please wake up! Please!" Ron cried, shaking his sister.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure gliding out of the shadows. I nudged Ron uncertainly with my elbow. Ron looked up at my face as he cradled his sister's body in his arms.
"Ron, who's that?" Ron looked to the person gliding towards us.
"Who're you?" he yelled. "What do you want with my sister?"
The stranger laughed a high, cold, mirthless laugh and pointed at me. "Him." He said simply.
"I said what do you want with my sister, not what do you want!" Ron yelled, his voice echoing around the chamber. The guy stepped forwards into the light, making his dark hair shine. He was handsome, tall, and very, very pale.
"I am Tom Riddle," he said in his high, smooth and yet cold voice, "And your sister is my bait."
A.N: So… what do you think? Good? Bad? Please let me know! No flames please, it's my first fan fiction! Second chapter will be up soon!