The Return

Chapter 1: The Memories

"OBLIVIATE" Lockheart bellowed, pointing a taped wand at the one Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. 

The spell certainly hadn't worked, instead of making Harry lose his memories, he gained more...

The memories of his past life.

Each and every one of his newly gained memories centred around a man. Donned in black and emerald robes with silver snake patterns along the hem and sleeves. He had shoulder-length  ebony hair, deathly pale skin and bright green eyes, which resembled a bit too much of the killing curse that was put on Harry's parents. 

Him being and ambitious man. 

Him being the best potions master to be existed. 

Him creating a fountain with his three friends, laughing without a care in the world. 

Keeping an illegal Basilisk in his own private chambers, and the way everybody feared and respected him.

He remembered in his time he was called Salazar Sebastian Slytherin.

Yeah, that was him.

Due to him gaining all his power and memories that, also held immense power, his Magic went haywire and so the end result being the roof caved in. 

Ron and Lockheart on one side while Harry/Salazar on the other.

"Harry, you alright?" Ron's voice came from the other side.

"Yes, are you alright?" 

"Yeah I am, but this git's not though. He got hit by a rock and fell unconscious," Ron replied back.

"It'll take ages trying to shift the rocks around so I should head over and try to find Ginny, while you could attempt to move the rocks until the hole is big enough to let a human go through." 

And with that said, Harry began walking down the sub-familiar path with the shedded snake skin.

 The Chamber of Secrets.

 The chamber that he built hundreds of years ago.

Soon the distant noise of Ron struggling to shift the rock was thinned out. The tunnel turned and turned again. As he crept along another bend, he saw a solid wall ahead the has two engraved entwined serpents with emerald gems for eyes, on the wall. 

He cleared his throat as the gem eyes flickered.

"Open," said Harry in a low, faint hiss.

The serpents parted as the wall smoothly slid open and out of sight, only then did Harry stepped inside.

 He was standing at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more carved serpents, rose to support a ceiling that was hidden in the darkness, casting long, dark shadows that gave a gloomy atmosphere to it.

'What has become of this place? During my time it used to be so beautiful...' Harry thought in disgust.

He pulled out his wand and moved forward between the serpentine columns. Every careful footstep echoed loudly off the shadowy walls, not knowing what would be the actual condition of the place. Then, as he drew level with the last pair of pillars, a statue high as the Chamber itself loomed into view, standing against the back wall. Harry had to crane his neck to look up into the giant structure above: A large serpent with vibrant green, blue, red, yellow, bronze, gold, silver and brown on it.

Yeah, he was a sap back then, and he still is, sue him will ya?

And just below the tail, face down, lay a black-robed figure with flaming-red hair.