The Chamber Of Secrets - Hermione Granger x OC

Tom Riddle

As Oliver and Henry walked deeper into the chamber, their hearts began to race with anticipation. They had no idea what awaited them within its mysterious confines. Suddenly, they were confronted by a long walkway adorned with dozens of statues depicting snake heads, their cold eyes seemingly watching their every move. The air grew heavier with tension as they cautiously approached.

As their eyes scanned the eerie surroundings, a sight stopped them both in their tracks. Isabella, their dear sister, laying lifeless on the ground at the end of the ominous walkway. In an instant, Oliver and Henry's concern transformed into urgent determination.

"Isabella!" the boys shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the chamber and breaking the haunting silence. Without a moment's hesitation, they sprinted towards her, their only goal to reach her side.

They both knelt down next to Isabella.

"Isabella!" Oliver shouted, his voice filled with anguish as he cupped her face in his trembling hands. "She's not breathing."

Panic swept over Henry as he processed the gravity of the situation. He placed his trembling hands on his head, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh no, oh no," Henry whispered.

"Please, wake up, Izzy. Come on, please," Oliver pleaded desperately.

"She won't wake," said an ominous voice from behind.

Startled, Oliver and Henry spun around, their eyes widening as they beheld a boy who appeared to be the same age as them. The air seemed to grow heavy with an unspoken foreboding.

"Who are you?" Henry asked, his voice tinged with a defensive edge as he instinctively raised his wand in a protective stance.

The boy took a deliberate step closer, his presence emitting an unsettling aura. He spoke with a calmness that sent shivers down their spines. "I am Tom Riddle," he declared.

"What do you mean she won't wake? What did you do?!" Oliver shouted.

"She is still alive, but just barely. She is teetering right on the edge of life," Tom replied calmly.

"What did you do?" Oliver repeated.

"You see, as poor little Isabella grows weaker, I grow stronger," Tom said with a sinister smile, basking in the unsettling revelation of his power.

The two boys looked at Tom with confusion on their faces.

"Indeed, it was Isabella Montclair who opened the Chamber of Secrets," Tom stated confidently.

"No, she couldn't have," Henry uttered in shock.

"She wouldn't do that!" Oliver exclaimed.

"But she would. I told her to," Tom said, his tone dripping with both twisted satisfaction and a chilling sense of control. "You'll find I can be very persuasive."

A wave of unease settled over Oliver and Henry as they began to piece together the fragments of Isabella's recent behavior. Their minds raced with the implications of her involvement in the dark secrets they had unknowingly stumbled upon.

Henry had heard enough. "Flipendo!" he shouted, casting the spell directly at Tom.

However, to Henry's shock, the spell went right through Tom as if he was a mere apparition, unaffected by the magical impact.

"Fool, I am but a mere memory, preserved within this diary," Tom taunted, a sinister laughter escaping his lips.

Tom turned around and started speaking in Parseltongue. Realizing there was nothing they could do, Henry and Oliver stood rooted to the spot, their eyes transfixed on Tom's actions. As Tom's words slithered through the air, a rumbling sensation engulfed the chamber, sending chilling tremors through the ground.

Oliver and Henry watched in astonishment as the mouth of a massive statue creaked open, revealing a cavernous darkness within. Suddenly, a colossal serpent, sixty feet in length, emerged from the depths of the statue. Its cold, reptilian eyes glimmered with an intelligence that sent shivers down their spines.

Feeling a surge of panic, Henry instinctively grabbed Oliver's arm, yanking him away from the mesmerizing sight. They raced through the chamber, their footsteps echoing against the stone walls, as fear propelled them forward.

"Potter isn't here to save you this time, Oliver. She only obeys me!" Tom's chilling voice taunted them, his words following them as they desperately tried to escape the reach of his dark influence.

As the two boys ran, Oliver tripped and fell, tumbling to the ground.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Henry exclaimed, rushing to his brother's side and quickly helping him back up.

The basilisk, its enormous form looming above them, had already closed in, its gaping maw poised to devour them whole. Henry and Oliver braced themselves for what seemed like an unavoidable fate, the feeling of impending doom hanging heavy in the air.

Just as the basilisk prepared to strike, a melodic trill filled the chamber. Confused and filled with a renewed glimmer of hope, Henry and Oliver forced their eyes open and watched in astonishment as a majestic phoenix soared towards the serpent.

With a sudden flash of fiery determination, the phoenix dove directly at the basilisk, its talons slashing into the creature's eyes. The serpent let out a booming cry of agony, its sight stolen by the phoenix's daring attack.

The chamber erupted with a renewed sense of possibility as the basilisk flailed in pain, unable to target its prey. Henry and Oliver seized the opportunity, fleeing from the writhing creature's reach.

"What was that thing?" Oliver asked, his words strained as they continued running for their lives.

"Dumbledore's pet!" Henry exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of awe and gratitude. "It just saved our lives."

Their breaths came in ragged gasps as they navigated through the dimly lit sewer line, the echoes of their footsteps filling the narrow passageway. But to their dismay, they took a wrong turn, their desperate flight bringing them face-to-face with a dead end.

"Oh no," Henry muttered, desperation evident in his voice as he desperately scanned the walls for any sign of an escape route.

Sweat trickled down Oliver's forehead as panic surged through his veins. "What do we do?!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

The serpent slithered its way right in front of them, a trail of blood trickling from its wounded eyes. Oliver glanced at Henry, who had his finger pressed against his lips, signaling for him to remain silent. As the creature crept closer, its intensity undiminished, Oliver's mind raced, knowing that their hiding place would be discovered soon.

Thinking fast, Oliver spotted a nearby rock and snatched it up in desperation. With a deliberate aim, he hurled the rock past the beast, diverting its attention away from their vulnerable position. The serpent's head snapped around, fixated on the sound, its enormous body following suit as it swiftly slithered away in pursuit of the phantom noise.

Oliver and Henry released a collective breath they hadn't realized they were holding, grateful for the momentary respite from the serpent's menacing presence. They silently nodded to each other, acknowledging the need to press forward, to find an escape route before the basilisk circled back, driven by its innate predatory instincts.

They tiptoed away from the serpent, trying to be as quiet as possible. Each sound the creature made sent chills down their spines, heightening their fear that it could turn around and devour them in an instant. cautiously inching their way out of the serpent-infested sewer line, Oliver and Henry made their way back to where Isabella was laying motionless.

However, their hearts sank as they found Tom Riddle, his presence casting a sinister shadow over the scene. He stood looming over Isabella's lifeless body, his voice filled with a sickening triumph.

"The process is almost complete," Tom Riddle declared. "In just a few more minutes, Isabella Montclair will be forever lost. And I, Tom Riddle, will shed this mere disguise and emerge as my true form, the one and only Lord Voldemort!"