TROTLP chapter 3
I have brought a surprise guest in a flash of light damaged raven harry and Bella daughter arrives and then a told why they here they both hug Bella then harry greets his other self and his other self parents then sit with Bella and her daughter.
Screen comes on
Harry groggily opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was a scarlet and gold plumage of Dumbledore's familiar and felt a hot liquid drop on his forehead.
'Phoenix tears', he realized. Their healing powers were unrivaled in the whole world and it was the only antidote to the venom that had just entered his body moments ago, in real-world time that is.
"Get away, bird," said Riddle's voice suddenly. "Get away from him — I said, get away—"
Harry raised his head. Riddle was pointing Harry's wand at Fawkes; there was a bang like a gun, and Fawkes took flight again in a whirl of gold and scarlet.
"Phoenix tears…" said Riddle quietly, staring at Harry's arm. "Of course… healing powers… I forgot…" He looked into Harry's face. "But it makes no difference. I prefer it this way. Just you and me, Harry Potter. You and me…."
He raised the wand.
Remembering his mother's words, he willed the black diary to come to him, desperately hoping it would work. The black diary came soaring to him from where it was on the floor. For a split second, Riddle, wand still raised, stared at it. That was all Harry needed. Then, as he had meant to do it all along, Harry seized the basilisk fang on the floor next to him and plunged it straight into the heart of the book.
There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Harry's hands, flooding the floor. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then — He had gone. Harry's wand fell to the floor with a clatter and there was silence. Silence except for the steady drip-drip of ink still oozing from the diary. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it.
Many cheers.
Impressive said Moody
Dumdeldore nodded
Voldemort seethe in anger.
Raven was impressed also
Shaking all over, Harry pulled himself up. His head was spinning as though he'd just traveled miles by floo powder. Slowly, he gathered together his wand and the Sorting Hat, and, with a huge tug, retrieved the glittering sword from the roof of the basilisk's mouth.
Not knowing what to do further, he put the sorting hat on his head again.
"Ah! Mr. Potter, you succeeded in killing the ancient basilisk of Salazar Slytherin. A truly marvelous feat if I say so myself. You showed bravery beyond what I have ever seen. But answer my one question, Mr. Potter. Why would Salazar leave a gigantic killer snake under the school, Mr. Potter, when he was the one who envisioned the idea of Hogwarts?" He heard the sorting hat speak in his mind.
The revelation that Slytherin was the one who had envisioned the founding of Hogwarts, but then again, the house of Slytherin valued ambition too with cunning. Harry knew that the sorting hat wouldn't have asked him this question if the answer was the normal historic lesson that proclaimed that Slytherin wanted to wipe off all muggleborns. Why found a school if he wanted to kill its students? But then again why would he leave a snake that could kill with a single glance? He racked his brains.
"Protection" he realized. "Salazar Slytherin left a basilisk as a guardian to protect the students from attacks from outside."
They had studied in the history of magic about acts carried out in ancient times by muggles, namely the burning of witches and wizards and other despicable acts. This was one of the main results due to which most purebloods did not like muggles. Harry's own experience with muggles was not good at all. Petunia and Vernon Dursley may not have ever physically abused him, most likely because of the fear of being caught by authorities if someone saw it. But they did encourage Dudley to beat him.
salazar claps and says well done that is the reason protection until till snake face bastard done something to her and many laugh
voldemort glares while griping his wand at Salazar and Salazar says you know you are no where on my level so Voldemort forced to back down.
Was everything we told a lie thought some of the black family
They also never spent a penny on him. All his possessions at the Dursleys were hand-me-downs before his eleventh birthday when he had bought new things for himself for the first time with his parent's money. Also, he slept in the cupboard under the stairs till his Hogwarts letters arrived for Merlin's sake! Last year had not been any better after that damned letter from the ministry had arrived for something he had not done.
"Very good Mr. Potter. You have been deemed worthy of the gift of Hogwarts. A thing only two others have achieved before today. Put your left hand in me." Harry had never heard of such a thing. But did it never-the-less.
He felt something on his finger. He pulled it out and saw that gleaming on his left finger was a silvery-gold colored ring with the Hogwarts crest. It was beautiful.
"This is no ordinary ring, Mr. Potter. Come back here afterward and explore. This chamber holds more than a single secret, several of which will surprise you. Also, you have summoned Godric's sword. Remember that it will come to you whenever you want. Also do not tell of this to anyone. Only you have been deemed worthy of this secret." Harry nodded. He now had to keep two secrets from everyone.
voldemort glare he never got this and was jealous and angry and looks at harry for of hate and was about to raise his wand up
Salazar, godric and Grindelwald pull out their wands and says you try anything and we will destroy you and make you beg on your needs like a servant, you may have your your followers and get them involved but the 3 of us would destroy all of them and I doubt harry family and friends along with dumdeldore would sit back and do nothing.
voldemort realise he can't do anything know so he looked at the screen.
But the ring would be visible.' he thought. 'How will I hide it?'
As if the ring was reading his thoughts the ring became invisible. Harry raised an eyebrow. This was new. Experimentally, he willed for the ring to appear. It did.
"Wow," he breathed.
Then came a faint moan from the end of the Chamber. Ginny was stirring. Willing his new ring invisible, Harry hurried toward her, she sat up.
Her bemused eyes traveled from the huge form of the dead basilisk, over Harry, in his blood-soaked robes, then to the diary in his hand. She drew a great, shuddering gasp and tears began to pour down her face. "Harry — oh, Harry — I tried to tell you at b-breakfast, but I c-couldn't say it in front of Percy — it was me, Harry — but I — I s-swear I d-didn't mean to — R-Riddle made me. he t-took me over — and — how did you kill that — that thing? W-where's Riddle? The last thing I r-remember is him coming out of the diary —"
"It's all right," said Harry, holding up the diary, and showing Ginny the fang hole, "Riddle's finished. Look! Him and the basilisk. C'mon, Ginny, let's get out of here —"
"I'm going to be expelled!" Ginny wept as Harry helped her awkwardly to her feet.
"I've looked forward to coming to Hogwarts ever since B-Bill came and n-now I'll have to leave and — w-what'll Mum and Dad say?" Fawkes was waiting for them, hovering in the Chamber entrance. Harry urged Ginny forward; they stepped over the motionless coils of the dead basilisk, through the echoing gloom, and back into the tunnel. Harry heard the stone doors close behind them with a soft hiss.
After a few minutes' progress up the dark tunnel, a distant sound of slowly shifting rock reached Harry's ears.
"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 rockfall.
"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.
"I'll explain when we get out of here," said Harry with a sideways glance at Ginny, who was crying harder than ever.
the Wesley were happy she survived.
Harry is happy he thought he died for a second
Ron smile at seeing himself.
The odd party was led by Fawkes to Professor McGonagall's a moment there was silence as Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Lockhart stood in the doorway, covered in muck and slime and (in Harry's case) blood. Then there was a scream. "Ginny!" It was Mrs. Weasley, who had been sitting crying in front of the fire.
She leaped 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 about to be swept into Mrs. Weasley's tight embrace, he shouted, "WAIT! Don't touch the robes. It has venom on it!"
Harry immediately took a couple of steps back. He didn't want Mrs. Weasley to come in contact with the Basilisk venom.
"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?" asked Mrs. Weasley after calming down a bit.
"I think we'd all like to know that," said Professor McGonagall weakly. Harry, 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 hearing 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 the Sorting Hat giving him the sword. But then he faltered. He had so far avoided mentioning Riddle's diary... or Ginny... and him dying.
Ginny 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."
Relief — warm, sweeping, glorious relief – swept over Harry.
"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 anyone connected Lord Voldemort with the clever, handsome boy who was 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 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 someone 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 has 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."
sorry said Ginny
Its okay now said Molly
dumdeldore good on this story he like your World Dumbledore but with the horcrux destroy he can train and tell you info without being spied on said lady magic
Everyone looked at dumdeldore.
Dumdeldore sigh and explains himself and says I didn't have my suspicions he was a horcrux until harry 2nd year I feel it was dangerous to try remove it I was worried it may damage something and I believe that if the only way to stop Voldemort is if he believed had to die and if he did for his love ones he would live. Voldemort taking his blood ensure this would happened and I worry Voldemort could get any info of harry knew so I couldn't tell you anything and in year 1 I wanted you to have your childhood when I took the stone I believe it was only safe at Hogwarts and I'm only saying this now because I Hope Lady magic can remove it
everyone shocked
Some can understand their really wasn't anything they could do
what you you mean his good on this world said Theo
Well dumdeldore on some world want to remove all black magic but here it's just the ministry and on some world dumdeldore wants Voldemort to kill harry then he would kill Voldemort then he would be a saviour once against like he was against Grindelwald.
dumdeldore gave a look of horror.
"So Hermione's okay!" said Ron brightly.
"There has been no lasting harm done, Ginny. But I will recommend that she should visit a mind healer," Dumbledore added. "She has been through a terrible ordeal and was possessed by Lord Voldemort. I will send you the contact details tomorrow."
Mrs. Weasley nodded led Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still looking deeply shaken.
"You know, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, "I think all this merits a good feast. Might I ask you to go and alert the kitchens?"
"Right," said Professor McGonagall crisply, also moving to the door. "I'll leave you to deal with Potter and Weasley, shall I?"
"Certainly," said Dumbledore. She left, and Harry and Ron gazed uncertainly at Dumbledore. What exactly had Professor McGonagall meant, deal with them? Surely— surely— they weren't about to be punished?
"I seem to remember telling you both that I would have to expel you if you broke any more school rules," said Dumbledore. Ron opened his mouth in horror. "Which goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words," Dumbledore went on, smiling. "You will both receive Special Awards for Services to the School and — let me see — yes, I think two hundred points apiece for Gryffindor."
Ron went as brightly pink as Lockhart's valentine flowers and closed his mouth again. "But one of us seems to be keeping mightily quiet about his part in this dangerous adventure," Dumbledore added. "Why so modest, Gilderoy?"
Harry gave a start. He had completely forgotten about Lockhart. He turned and saw that Lockhart was standing in a corner of the room, still wearing his vague smile. When Dumbledore addressed him, Lockhart looked over his shoulder to see who he was talking to.
"Professor Dumbledore," Ron said quickly, "there was an accident down in the Chamber of Secrets. Professor Lockhart —"
"Am I a Professor?" said Lockhart in mild surprise. "Goodness. I expect I was hopeless, was I?"
Harry almost said yes, but bit his tongue at the last moment.
"He tried to do a Memory Charm and the wand backfired," Ron explained quietly to Dumbledore.
"Dear me," said Dumbledore, shaking his head, his long silver mustache quivering. "Impaled upon your sword, Gilderoy!"
"Sword?" said Lockhart dimly. "Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though." He pointed at Harry. "He'll lend you one."
"Would you mind taking Professor Lockhart up to the infirmary, too?" Dumbledore said to Ron. "I'd like a few more words with Harry.…"
Lockhart ambled out. Ron cast a curious look back at Dumbledore and Harry as he closed the door. Dumbledore crossed to one of the chairs by the fire.
"Sit down, Harry," he said, and Harry sat, feeling unaccountably nervous. "First of all, Harry, I want to thank you," said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling again. "You must have shown me real loyalty down in the Chamber. Nothing but that could have called Fawkes to you."
He stroked the phoenix, which had fluttered down onto his knee. Harry grinned awkwardly as Dumbledore watched him. "And so you met Tom Riddle," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. "I imagine he was most interested in you…."
Suddenly, something that was nagging at Harry came tumbling out of his mouth.
"Professor, can you-err- tell me what was that diary? It seemed like Ginny was possessed by Tom Riddle. He also said that we were alike... him and I."
The headmaster took a deep breath, "Harry, to be truthful, I don't know what it is exactly. The thing seems like the worst possible use of magic. I am not sure, but I think it was some sort of soul magic. I would myself have to research it."
"Isn't that forbidden by the ministry?" Harry blurted.
"Harry, Lord Voldemort embodied everything that Salazar Slytherin prized in his hand-picked students. His own, very rare gift, Parseltongue — resourcefulness— determination— ambition— and a certain disregard for rules much like yourself."
"So I should have been in Slytherin... like the sorting hat had said..."
"And I still stand by it, Mr. Potter." said the sorting hat interrupting them. " Slytherin would have helped you on your path to greatness. But I must confess, you are as much as a Gryffindor as you are Slytherin. I could not have given that sword to anyone less than the truest Gryffindor. You, Harry Potter, have potential I have only seen twice before in any other student who has graced these halls."
Dumbledore smiled at him, "As the sorting hat said, Harry, you may seem very similar to the student Tom riddle was once. But as I have heard, it is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
"Now, tell me what happened after Voldemort called the basilisk," Dumbledore added.
And so, Harry relayed the tale of defeating the snake, omitting the parts of meeting his mother and his conversation with the sorting hat.
"Truly marvelous. You say you got bit by the basilisk on your arm and scar?" Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded in response.
Dumbledore waved his wand over the parts of his body and then smiled.
"I can confirm that the venom is neutralized from your bloodstream courtesy of phoenix tears." He said, putting his wand back. "Also, your scar is healing after all these years. I daresay it will hardly be visible after a few days. Whatever happened removed the magic of the killing curse. But now I would request you to go to the hospital wing, and stay under Poppy's care till the feast begins."
Harry nodded and left. He truly needed a nap after everything that had occurred today. But, he smiled, remembering the memory of meeting his mother. He vowed to make her proud. He would be the best damn wizard the world had seen. This year he would come first in the final exams. He had three weeks after all till they
screen goes black
i will says this i do use dark arts as godric is grey in terms of magic and I would never touch soul magic to do anything to your sure would rid of it purity.
So Voldemort the least pure person here said Sirius Black
That he is said Salazar.
many looked at disgust
Voldemort on the inside is mad he can already see some followers wanting to leave.