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Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
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Category: Alternate Universe
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 210004; Chapter Total: 6878
Chapter 16: To the rescue
Harry, Ron and Neville slowly approached the door to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, still under Harry’s invisibility cloak. Harry turned the brass doorknob and pushed the door open.
It hadn’t changed from the last time he, Ron and Hermione had been there, still one of the most depressing and gloomy places Harry had seen. There was a row of chipped sinks with a large, cracked and spotted mirror over them. The doors to the stalls were wooden, flaking and scratched.
Then Harry saw a mass of black robes and red hair in front of one of the sinks. The three boys moved out of the cloak and hurried over to the prone figure. They knelt beside the person and Ron slowly turned the person over. It was Rose.
Harry pulled her into his arms. She was limp with her eyes closed and still breathing, so she wasn’t petrified. “Rose, wake up!” Harry cried, shaking her shoulders.
“Ooh, it was horrible,” said a voice behind them. The three boys turned around and found a squat ghost of a girl with lank hair, thick pearly glasses and one of the glummest faces they had ever seen.
“Er, hello, Myrtle,” Harry said, “Did you see what happened here?”
“Oh, yes,” Myrtle said, “I was just there hovering over the door of my stall when a small girl with red hair came in. She was walking stiffly, clutching some sort of book. That red head on floor,” she pointed at Rose, “came in and asked her what she was doing. The first redhead turned around. Her eyes were all wide and not blinking, really scaring. Then she pulled out her wand and hit the second girl with some sort of red light. I fled back here into the u-bend of the toilet. I just got back when you three came in.” She then looked shrewdly at them, “What are you doing here? This is a girl’s bathroom?”
“Um, I’m Harry Potter, this is Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom. We came to ask you something,” Harry said, “But it can wait until I get Rose here awake. She’s my sister.” Then, he took out his wand. He had seen the red light used by the auror trainees that day he and his friends had watched them. Sirius had told him that it was a stunning spell. He had also seen his father use another spell to awaken those stunned. “Enervate,” he now said, pointing his wand to his sister’s chest.
Rose stirred. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
“Are you all right, sis,” Harry said looking into her face, “what happened?”
She suddenly sat up, almost banging heads with Harry, “Where’s Ginny?”
“We don’t know,” Harry said, “Can you tell us what happened? Myrtle, the ghost over there, said she saw Ginny stun you. Why’d she do that?”
Rose looked at the three of them, despair in her eyes. She sighed, “Something’s wrong with Ginny. She seems to be possessed or something. I think it has something to do with that diary.”
“What diary?” Ron asked.
“Well, after that trip to Diagon Alley before my birthday, she found a diary within the second hand book of spells she got. She showed the diary to me that morning of my birthday. It was a small, thin book with a black cover. It seemed empty except for a name on the first page, T. M. Riddle.” Harry and Ron looked at each other, stunned.
Rose continued, “Ginny told me she tried to write on it but the ink just vanished, like it was being absorbed. I was intrigued. I wrote down ‘Hello’ on it and to our astonishment, the words, ‘hello to you, too’ appeared on it. Ginny then wrote down her name. It answered back with ‘Hello, Ginny. I’m Tom Riddle. How’d you get hold of my diary?’ I became concerned and asked Ginny not to use it. She agreed at first, but apparently changed her mind. Looking back, I think she started to write in it when I started to have detention alone.”
“Yeah,” Ron said, “She seemed a bit lonely without you beside her.”
“The attacks on students started about then, I think,” Harry said, his hand cupping his chin, “Come to think of it, every time an attack occurred, the two of you weren’t together.” He looked back at Rose, “So, what happened tonight?’
“Well, remember that night after you talked to Hagrid and told us about Tom Riddle being the one who turned Hagrid in? Well, she was upset hearing that about the guy. I ran after her and asked her if she was writing to Tom in the diary. She admitted she had been whenever I was in detention because she was lonely. I asked her why and she said there were things she couldn’t share, even with me. She then started telling me about having blank spots in her memory. That night the writing appeared on the wall out there, she woke up to find herself with blood and feathers on her hands and clothes, rooster feathers, with no idea about what happened. At other times, she’d find herself in places without knowing how she got there, usually after an attack had occurred.”
Harry’s eyes widened, “She was probably the one who killed the roosters and wrote on the wall with their blood.”
“I think so, too, Harry,” Rose said, “but I doubt she did it freely. She said she asked Riddle about it a couple of times, but he never really said anything about it. That night you talked with Hagrid was the final straw. I got her to agree to get rid of it. Apparently, the diary had other ideas.”
“What does that have to do with the Chamber?” Ron asked.
Harry turned to him, “Don’t you see, Ron? Somehow, that diary is controlling Ginny, making her do awful things. It probably made her open the Chamber and let the monster loose.”
“Yes, I think so, too,” Rose said, “I was going up to Gryffindor Tower to get her for dinner, then I saw her walking down the corridor. She seemed stiff in her movements. She was clutching the diary. I decided to follow her first. She came down to this bathroom, then she moved to those sinks over there. Then, I finally spoke to her. She turned around. I saw her eyes, they were so round and wide, just staring. Before I could do anything else, she pulled out her wand and I got knocked out.”
“So, what do we do now?” Neville asked.
Harry cupped his chin again, thinking hard. “First, we need to get Rose to the Hospital Wing. She needs to be checked out by Madame Pomfrey.”
“No!” Rose said, “I want to help Ginny.” She stood up then wobbled a bit, steadying herself on a sink.
“There, you see, sis.” Harry said, “You need to get some rest. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of Ginny.”
“I-I’ll take her to the Hospital Wing, Harry,” Neville said.
Harry squinted at Neville. He barely saw the blush form on Rose’s face. “All right, Nev. Just be careful. I wouldn’t want to have to hurt you if you do something inappropriate.”
“Harry!” Rose said, her face turning as red as her hair, “I can take care of myself.” She didn’t notice Neville’s cheeks turn a little pink.
“Oh, not right now, you can’t,” Harry said, “Now, go on, the two of you. Nev, you better tell McGonagall what happened. Maybe she can reach our dads.”
Neville nodded then gingerly placed a hand on Rose’s waist and the other on her shoulder and guided her out the bathroom
Once they were gone, Harry turned to Ron, “We’ve got to get into that Chamber and save Ginny.”
“How do we do that?” Ron asked, “We don’t even know where the entrance is.”
“There’s one way to find out,” Harry said. He turned to Myrtle, who was still floating over them.
Several minutes later, Harry and Ron were walking down a dark stone tunnel miles below the castle, their only light at the end of Harry’s wand. As they walked on, they started stepping on the bones of countless small animals, a crunch sounding with every step they made. Harry hoped that Ginny would not look any way similar to these remains.
After a while, they came upon a giant greenish snake skin, about twenty feet long. It looked old and moldy. Obviously, the owner would be a lot larger now, which was daunting knowledge for the boys.
They walked on and finally came to a solid wall, where two entwined serpents were carved, glittering emeralds serving as their eyes.
Just as Harry stepped forward to the wall, his foot stepped on a strange stone that depressed into the floor. Then, he heard a rumbling sound above him. Looking up, he saw the ceiling above giving way. He threw himself forward. A moment later, he picked himself up from the floor and looked back. There was now a wall of broken rock and debris. There was no sign of Ron.
Harry ran to the wall of debris, “Ron, where are you?’ he shouted.
Faintly, through the wall, he heard, “I’m here, behind this pile of rocks. You okay, Harry?”
“I’m fine, Ron,” Harry answered.
“What happened, Harry?” Ron asked, “Why’d the ceiling collapse?”
“I think it was some sort of trap I set off,” Harry said, “come on, let’s try shifting some of these rocks so you can come through.”
“That’ll take too long, Harry,” Ron said, “Ginny may be running out of time. You go on and I’ll try moving some of the rocks so you and Ginny can get through once you find her.”
“All right, Ron,” Harry said, “If I’m not back within a couple of hours…”
“Go on, Harry,” Ron said.
Harry turned around and walked up to the pair of snakes on the wall, carefully watching now where he stepped. Just as he had done above to open the entrance, Harry used Parseltongue to command the snakes to open. The snakes parted, as the wall cracked open and the halves disappeared into the tunnel walls.
Harry found himself at the end of a very, long and dimly lit chamber with towering pillars entwined with more carved serpents lining the sides. Torches were held in sconces along the wall, most of them unlit. The ceiling was out of sight. A few puddles of water were scattered across the marble floor.
He slowly walked forward, wand out, peering into the shadows in case the basilisk was lurking around. Then, he came up to the last pair of pillars and came in sight of a statue as tall as the chamber. It’s face was ancient and monkeyish, with a long thin beard, so high above that they had to crane their necks to see it. It was in sweeping wizards robes. And in between the grayish feet of the statue, was another figure in black robes, with red hair.
“Ginny!” Harry cried, sprinting forward. Harry then knelt beside Ginny, muttering, “Please don’t be dead — don’t be dead.” He turned her over carefully. Her face was quite pale and cold yet she was breathing. Since her eyes were closed, she wasn’t petrified. Harry started shaking her, “Ginny, please wake up.” He took out his wand and prepared to use the same spell he had awakened Rose with.
“She won’t wake,” a soft voice said behind him, “not even to an enervate spell.”
Harry stood quickly and turned around to find a tall black-haired sixteen-year old boy leaning on a pillar. His color seemed a bit off, almost like he was from a black-and-white television screen. The strange boy started to move forward toward him and Ginny.
“Who are you?” Harry asked.
“My name is Tom Riddle,” the other boy said.
Harry gasped, “How is it that you are here?”
“I’m a memory,” Riddle said quietly, “preserved for fifty years in a diary.” He pointed between the statue’s toes. There, lying open in the floor just a few inches from Ginny was a book fitting the description Rose had given.
“You’re the one who turned Hagrid in,” Harry said, “You caused him to be expelled!”
Riddle smirked, “Oh, you know about that. It was fairly simple. Headmaster Armando Dippet was so easy to convince. He was a trusting fool. I had him convinced that Hagrid’s pet was the one responsible for the death of that girl and the other attacks. I knew the existence of the beast for a few months then, but thought it would make a perfect scapegoat.”
“Scapegoat?” Harry asked. His eyes then widened, “You framed Hagrid! You’re the one responsible for those attacks then.”
Riddle smiled, a cold and cruel smile, “Yes, Harry Potter. Bravo, you’ve figured it out, something Dippet never did. No one seemed to realize that he couldn’t have been the Heir of Slytherin, or have the power to open the Chamber of Secrets, something I had worked for five years to accomplish.”
“How’d you know who I am?” Harry asked.
“Oh, I know who you are and your history,” Riddle said. He smiled again, “Ginny told me. She wrote to me, not often, usually when her best friend, your sister, I believe, was absent. She told me all about you, your sister and family, how great it was to be around you, to be a friend of the kind and great Harry Potter, when you hated any publicity. It was so tedious at times, listening to the prattle of a mere child. But writing to me enabled me to pour a little of my own secrets into her.”
“What secrets?” Harry asked.
“You see, after I turned Hagrid in, I had to stop the attacks. I was surprised at how well my plan had worked. But then, the Transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore, persuaded Dippet to have Hagrid trained as gamekeeper after he was expelled. Then, he seemed to watch my every move.”
“He probably suspected Hagrid was innocent,” Harry said, “He probably saw right through you.”
“Well, he kept quite an annoying watch on me,” Riddle said, “So, it became dangerous to open the chamber again while I remained at school. So, I put part of myself, a memory, an echo, in this diary, waiting for another opportunity to continue Salazar Slytherin’s noble work and get rid of all the muggleborns in this school. Ginny Weasley gave me the opportunity, once I had worn down her will, which took a surprising amount to time to do.”
“You fiend,” Harry said, “You controlled her and made her write those words on the wall, open the Chamber, release the monster.”
“Yes, it was going so well,” Riddle said, “then your sister talked to her. Ginny became frightened by the diary. She wrote one last time, saying goodbye to me. I decided that it was time to meet you. So, I took control of Ginny again and made her write those last words on the wall, hoping it would lure you here. I knew that as her friend, you’d want to save her.”
“Why did you want to meet me?” Harry asked.
“I was curious. I wondered how a boy like you, unremarkable looking and with no extraordinary magical powers, could have defeated the most powerful wizards of all time. How did you escape with a mere scar, yet Lord Voldemort lost his powers?”
Harry was surprised, “What do you care? Voldemort was before your time.”
“Oh, you are mistaken, Harry,” Riddle said. “Lord Voldemort is my past, present and future.”
He bent down and took hold of Ginny’s wand. With it, he wrote fiery letters, spelling his full name. Then, with a wave of the wand, the letters rearranged to form I am Lord Voldemort.
Harry was stunned. “You’re Voldemort!”
Riddle smiled again, “Yes, it’s a name I assumed while still in Hogwarts, among my closest friends here. I wanted a name to replace the filthy name of my filthy Muggle father, who abandoned my mother when he learned she was a witch. A name that all wizards will fear once I become the most powerful wizard in the world.”
“You’re not the most powerful wizard in the world,” Harry said, “Albus Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in the world.”
“Dumbledore? Hah!” Riddle said, laughing, “I heard he’s been dismissed, dismissed because of a memory. Well, I won’t be a memory for long. You see how pale Ginny is? She has poured a lot of herself into the diary which is why I am before you now. As she gets weaker, I get stronger. Soon, she will be dead and I will be whole again.”
“Not if I can help it,” Harry said. He raised his wand and shouted, “Expelliarmus!”
The spell hit Riddle and just passed through him, impacting on a far pillar.
Riddle laughed, “Oh, not just yet, Harry. But let us return to our conversation. From what I found out from Ginny, we have met twice, in your past and my future and twice I have failed to kill you. How did you survive? What extraordinary powers do you have?”
“I don’t know,” Harry answered him, “No one is sure why I survived and you lost your powers that night, not my parents, not even Dumbledore. But he told me that love has something to do with it, the love of my mother who was willing to die to protect me.”
“Ah,” Riddle said, “Love is it? What kind of power can that give? Let us see. Let’s match the power of Lord Voldemort and the great Harry Potter.” Riddle moved to the foot of the huge statue and said something in Parseltongue.
The mouth of the huge statue opened very wide into a huge hole and Harry heard something stirring within.
Remembering a spell he had seen before, Harry pointed his wand at the statue above the opening, “Reducto!” A red light from his wand hit the spot he was pointing at, causing some pieces to fall, partially blocking the hole.
Riddle smirked, “Quite good, but not good enough. Obliterate!” The blocking rocks disappeared.
His heart hammering in his chest, Harry backed up until he hit one of the pillars. He ducked behind it, facing the wall. He heard the sound of something huge hitting the floor followed by slithering of scales along the floor, getting nearer to him.
Harry felt a wave of cold fill his body as his heart increased its speed. He started thinking Help me, help me, someone please help me.
Then he heard music, an eerie spine-tingling music. It seemed to fill him with buoyant hope. It was coming closer.
Then he heard Riddle say, “What’s that bird doing down here? No, it can’t be…a phoenix!”
Harry felt something fall to his feet. He looked down at what appeared to be a ragged bundle. Then, something heavy landed on his shoulder. Looking there, Harry was surprised to see the large, crimson bird with a golden tail perched on his shoulder.
“Fawkes?” Harry said, recognizing the bird as Dumbledore’s phoenix. He looked down again at his feet and recognized the rags as the Hogwarts sorting hat. Then, his shoulder felt lighter as Fawkes lifted off him.
Suddenly, there was a loud, explosive hissing sound just behind and above him and something heavy smashed into him, knocking him sideways to the floor and making him drop his wand.
Riddle was screaming, “NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STUPID BIRD? GET AWAY FROM HERE!” Then he was hissing and Harry understood him clearly, “Leave the bird alone! Kill the boy! He’s right behind you.”
Harry dared look up and saw a huge greenish snake weaving drunkenly above him, Fawkes circling around its head. Then, Harry noticed the serpent’s eyes were bleeding and it was spitting in agony.
Harry ducked as the basilisk’s tail passed above him. He could now see its mouth filled with long deadly fangs dripping with poison. He needed to kill it but couldn’t find his wand. He needed a different weapon.
Then, Harry glanced down at the Sorting Hat, lying on its side. Something appeared from inside it, some kind of silver handle. Grasping it, Harry pulled on it and was surprised to see a sword emerge from the hat. It looked beautiful, like those used by knights he had seen on television.
Shifting the sword in his hand, Harry got to his feet. The basilisk was now weaving its head back and forth, a long tongue flicking in and out. Harry knew from watching nature documentaries that this was how snakes smelled out their prey.
Riddle saw the weapon in Harry’s hand, “Well, nice sword, Harry. I hope you can use it.”
Harry leaped forward as the Basilisk lunged at him, just missing by a handbreadth. Harry landed next to the diary and Ginny. Harry noticed that Ginny seemed paler now, almost lacking in color. He also saw that Riddle was more substantial and less white than when he had arrived in the Chamber. Harry realized that time was running out for his friend.
Then, an idea stuck him, two actually, two desperate intertwined ideas.
Harry slowly picked up the diary in one hand as he stood up.
“Hey!” he shouted, “Over here, you stupid reptile!” He stamped his feet on the floor, knowing that snakes also were sensitive to vibrations.
The basilisk turned to the sound of his voice. It seemed to gather itself then lunged forward. As the mouth moved toward him, Harry jumped sideways, throwing the diary into the massive jaws. The jaws clamped shut on the black book.
Riddle screamed, “No!”
As basilisk’s head smashed into the floor, Harry quickly raised the sword above his head and smashed it down on the area right behind the head. Like a butter knife slicing through hot butter, the sword sliced through the massive body, neatly severing the head off.
Harry dropped to his knees and looked toward Riddle. He was screaming and convulsing. Then, he exploded in a flash of light and was gone.
Ginny moaned and Harry moved to her side, dropping the sword and knelt beside her. She opened her eyes which widened on seeing Harry. Harry helped her sit up.
Tears started to flow from her eyes. “Oh, Harry, it was me — I opened the Chamber, I set the monster loose, Riddle made me, even made me stun Rose,” she sobbed, “Wh-where is he? The last thing I remember is him coming out of that diary.”
Harry placed a hand gently on her shoulder, “It’s all right, Ginny. It’s over. Riddle’s gone and the basilisk’s dead. Look.” He pointed at the serpent’s severed head, where the diary was impaled on one of the fangs.
Harry got up and walked over to the head. He gingerly pried the diary out of the fang.
Fawkes settled on Harry’s shoulder. Harry petted the bird, “Thanks, Fawkes, without you, I doubt I could have survived.”
Harry picked up his wand, the sword and the sorting hat. He came back to Ginny, who was now looking in wonder at Fawkes.
“Harry, is that a phoenix?” she asked, wide-eyed.
Harry gave her a small smile, “Yeah, it is. He’s actually Dumbledore’s. His name’s Fawkes.”
“What’s it doing here?” she asked, her hand now stroking its tail feathers, gently. Fawkes was now crooning softly, his music lightening the hearts of the two friends.
Harry’s smile widened, “He helped me save you, blinded the basilisk and brought the Sorting Hat.’
Ginny looked down in surprise at the Hat in Harry’s hand, “Why’d he bring the Sorting Hat?”
Harry held up the sword, “This came out of the Hat. I used it to kill the Basilisk.”
They examined the sword, shuddering at the blood encrusted on its blade. Then Harry saw the name on the sword, Godric Gryffindor. His heart skipped a beat. He had to tell his dad about this.
He stood up and offered a hand to Ginny, “Come on, Gin. We’ve got to get out of here. Ron will be worried.”
At the sound of her brother’s name, Ginny broke into tears again, “Oh, Harry, I’m going to be expelled for causing all this trouble,” she sobbed.
Harry knelt down and pulled her awkwardly into his arms, similar to what he had done earlier with Rose, yet he felt a strange sensation in his stomach that he hadn’t felt then. He ignored the feeling for now.
“Shh, it’s going to be all right, Ginny,” he said as he slowly rubbed her back, “I’ll explain everything. We’ll show them the diary. Everyone will understand. No one will blame you and you won’t be expelled.”
Ginny pulled back and looked at Harry, tears still streaming from her eyes, “Are you sure? Will Rose and Hermione forgive me?’
Harry felt a pang in his heart at the sight of her tear-streaked face, “Yes, they will. They’ll understand that it wasn’t you but Riddle who did those things.”
Ginny sniffled one last time then stood up. Harry placed the sword and Sorting Hat through his belt and held the diary in one hand, the hand that wasn’t clutching Ginny’s.
They left the Chamber and found Ron had made a hole in the wall of stone in front of the entrance to the Chamber. They managed to squeeze through the hole.
Then, Fawkes carried the three of them out of the tunnels back to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, and up to Dumbledore’s office, bypassing the guardian gargoyle and the winding staircase.
Harry wondered why Fawkes had brought them there since he saw Dumbledore leave the school after Lucius Malfoy had brought him papers dismissing him earlier that evening.
They paused at the door to Dumbledore’s inner office, having heard voices inside.
“Now that we know from Ms. Potter where the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets most likely is, what do we do?” a voice said, most likely McGonagall.
“We’ll organize a rescue party,” said a voice that Harry recognized as his father’s, “We’ll go into the Chamber after them.”
Harry gave Ginny’s hand one last gentle squeeze before releasing it and pushing the doors open.
Within the office they saw James, Frank Longbottom, Molly and Arthur Weasley, and Professor McGonagall seated in chairs in front of the Headmaster’s desk. Surprisingly, Professor Dumbledore was seated in his usual chair behind the desk. In a corner, Harry saw Lockhart sprawled on the floor, wrapped up with ropes.
“You don’t have to go down there, Dad,” Harry said as he, Ron and Ginny stepped into the office, “It’s over.”
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