Hi, Blassreitter is back! I will slowly rewrite my entire story, and my updates will be slow, but don't worry I try my best to satisfy you all. This is chapter one being rewrite partly.

Prologue!

"Obliviate!" Lockhart shouted triumphantly, his hand made a sloppy wand movement, causing Ronald's defected wand to explode with a force of a small bomb. Creating a shockwave through the tunnel, blasting Harry into the tunnel, as he was in mid-jump before Lockhart casted his spell, trying to prevent him from casting. Harry landed on his back and rolled further to his feet and sprinted pass him, dodging falling rocks from the ceiling. Jumping over the basilisk hide when a loud thud sounded, sealing the tunnel, leaving Harry, alone at the other side of the rockfall.

"Ronald!" he shouted. "Are you OK? Ronald!"

"I'm here!" came Ronald's muffled voice from behind the rockfall. "I'm OK. This fool of a professor not, though – he got blasted by my wand."

Harry dusted off his robes and streaked his cloth straight. "Ronald I believe it is the best as I go further down the tunnel and hope I can find Ginny." Harry shouted towards Ronald that leaning against the rockfall, trying to push it.

"OK, Harry. I will start clearing the tunnel so that you and Ginny can pass through the hole." Ronald shouted and was met with a silence. "Harry! Harry you still there?"

Silence…

Harry took off vanishing through darkness of the tunnel. Sneaking through the shadows as the tunnel wend on and on, expecting the monster appear on each turn that he passed… to his relief he didn't. After the last turn he sighed in relief when the tunnel ended at a solid wall that was engraved with two intertwined serpents, each has emerald as eyes, which seemed to follow his every move.

Harry approached, his eyes, steeled with absolute resolute to bring his best friend's sister back to her family. When his eyes lay on the serpents, he knew that he don't have to pretend that they were real as he could feel the ancient magic of them being alive.

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

The serpents passed as the wall-cracked open, the halves slid smoothly out of sight, and Harry, with determination walked inside. Harry's eyes widened at the rich engraved serpents in the pillars that reached the ceiling and disappeared out of sight into the shadows. Slowly he moved through the long low dimmed room, each caution step echoed through the room. His wand in his hand and his eyes slit so as the monster would appear that he could close it immediately without worrying about dying by his stare.

When Harry passed the last of the pillars, a huge statue doomed up, looming over him. A man with untamed hair, crooked smile and long elegant robes with in his right arm a staff that looked like two intertwined serpents where the foot is where they tails started and ended with their heads at the top, holding a beautiful emerald. As Harry took this all in him up, he wondered why he does not looked like Voldemort, as it is common knowledge that Slytherin himself was a dark wizard. His eyes wandered from the top to the tails when his eyes fell on a pale limb body with long flaming red hair.

"Ginny!" Harry muttered, sprinting to her and dropping to his knees, cradled her head on his lap. Gently he whipped a string of hair out of her pale face, as she didn't breathe. "Ginny! Ginny don't be dead! Please don't be dead"

"She is not dead," said a soft voice.

Harry whirled around, wand tight in his hand, straining at the source of the voice. His eyes narrowed as he looked at a tall boy with black well-combed hair, leaning casually against the nearest pillar, watching. He was strangely blurred around the edges, as though he was looking through a mist or a ghost.

"Tom – Tom Riddle?"

Riddle nodded, not taking his eyes off Harry's face.

"She is seriously not dead?" Harry asked with hope in his voice. "She's not – she's not -?"

"Young misses Weasley is still alive," said Riddle. "But only just."

Harry stared at him. Tim Riddle had been at Hogwarts fifty years ago, yet here he stood, a weird aura about him, and not a day older than sixteen.

"Are you a ghost? Did the basilisk kill you?" Harry said uncertainly.

Riddle laughed and pinked away a tear. "No not a ghost, a memory." Said Riddle calmly after his little fit. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years." He pointed towards the floor next to the statue. Lying open there was the little black diary that Harry had found at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. For a second Harry wondered how it got there – but there were more pressing matters to deal with.

"You've got to help me, riddle," said Harry, cradling Ginny in his arms. "We've got to get out of here before. There's a basilisk… I don't know where it is, but it could be along any moment. Please, help me..."

Riddle didn't move. Harry, sweated, managed to hoist Ginny half off the floor, holding his wand in his hand.

"Riddle can you warn me when the basilisk comes in view."

Riddle laughed. Looking up he saw Riddle smirk at him. "Harry, Harry you still don't understand?"

Harry looked up with an odd expression towards Riddle. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Riddle snickered coldly. "Don't you found it strange that girl ended here of all places?"

"Well… the writing on the wall told that a student was dragged down and we heard the professors saying that Ginny was taken…"

"Ah yes the girl, she was not dragged down here…" a cold smirk spread across his face. "She brought herself down."

"Why would she do that? And can we do these twenty questions another time because a basilisk can show up anytime." Trying to make his point of why they must escape this place cause of the danger.

Riddle smirk only widened, his eyes strained at the young boy. "The basilisk will not show up anytime Harry and for why the girl would do that, is for luring you down here."

"Why would the basilisk not show up and what do you mean she lured me down here?" Harry demanded, his patience running thin.

"Cause the basilisk needed to be called by his master, sadly my creature did not kill you each time you two crossed paths and instead took down those brats." Riddle sneered, loathing coloring his voice.

"It was you! You are the one that attacked the students. Who are you really?"

Riddle pulled Ginny's wand from his pocket and began to trace through the air, writing three shimmering words:

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

Then he waved the wand once, and the letters rearranged themselves:

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

"You see?" he whispered. "It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts; to my most intimidate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins run the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? You see, Harry, I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!"

"Expelliarmus!" Shouted Harry, his spell causing Ginny's wand to fly through the room. His brains raking for a lethal spell but he came up empty. Slowly he lowered Ginny back to the floor without letting Riddle out of view.

"Ah Harry Potter, just like your father you don't let your guards down, so father so son." Riddle said, voice low, almost a whisper. He turned around, facing the statue of Salazar Slytherin, glanced once over to Harry and hissed. "Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four."

Harry that has followed Riddle's movement to the statue of Slytherin gaped when the face of Slytherin moved, his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole. And something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths.

Harry backed away towards one of the pipes. His wand now strained at the black hole. Thinking hard on what to do and decided to run. He knew that he needed time to formulate a plan for his own survival and entered a pipe.

"What are you doing boy? The great Harry Potter finally sees that he is nothing more than a boy?" Riddle taunted, his eyes followed Harry until he vanished out of sight through the pipes. "Kill him!" He hissed.

Harry could hear a loud thud and then slithering of the massive body across the dusty ground. He did not dare to look back over his shoulder, afraid to look straight in the monster's eyes. On instinct he felt a shudder crept up his spine and jumped through the pipe avoiding the basilisk that lunged at him. Harry came hard on the wet ground and picked himself up, dashing through the pipe. He could hear the serpent slithering behind him, water rocking against the wall as the serpent followed him.

"Harry you can't escape my pet surrenders yourself." Riddle's voice echoed through the pipes. He stood there waiting, impatient. Riddle looked down to his pale skin that slowly became less and lesser transparent. "I can feel the bloods in my veins flowing with each second and soon Harry, Voldemort will be reborn!"

Harry ran when he felt a searing pain in his arm. One long, poisonous fang was sinking deeper and deeper into his arm when the basilisk has lunged at him. With teary eyes he ran through the pipes when the basilisk hit him again, this time flying through the air and landed in a heap in the center of the room.

Riddle that has watched Harry flying through the air, noticed the fang stuck in the boys arm. Slowly he stride towards the feet statue where harry has landed and looked mockingly at Harry. "And so the great Harry Potter meets his end. NOW DIE!"

The basilisk lunged at Harry, mouth wide open, and her fang ready to sink for a second time into Harry. Riddle leaned in when his Basilisk lunged at Harry when he spotted a grin on Harry's face, his diary suddenly doomed up in the boy hands.

"Nooooo! Curse you Potter!" He screamed when he saw the plan of Harry unfold in front of his eyes. The basilisk remaining fang pierced his diary, ink purring out from where the fang connected with the diary. A long dreadful, piercing scream echoed through the room, Riddle writhing and twisting as more ink left the diary and then… Ginny's wand clattered to the ground and there was silence.

…Riddle was gone!

A faint moan came from near the statue. Ginny was stirring as Harry's attention shifted towards her. Slowly Ginny picked herself up from the floor, whirling her head, looking around when they fell on the heavily injury Harry Potter. She stood up and stumbled towards Harry.

"Harry what are you doing here?" Her face dirty with dust, her eyes held a strange gleam. A gleam that doesn't belong on such an innocent face, but Harry didn't notice.

"Ronald and I came down to safe you and…" he was cut off by Ginny, when she placed her finger on his lips.

"Sst Harry, everything will be fine." Ginny said soothingly. "I will bring a professor back to heal you so stay tight and don't worry." Harry could only nod as his entire body hurt and he could feel his life drain away. "Ginny, please stay. I… I won't make it."

"Oh silly, of course you will survive it. Now hush and I will bring a teacher down." She wends her face from him, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She picked herself up from the ground and searched for her wand and found it near the burned diary. She picked both up, the diary and her wand and looked once to Harry that has his eyes closed and left the room. The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets closed with a hiss, serpents slithered back into place, locking.

"Liar! She is a LIAR!"

"Who's there?" Harry said, his voice lower than a whisper.

He could feel the blown of the wind caressing his face; air whirled around him in a small hurricane removing the dust, revealing… a circle. His eyes widened as he tried to move out of the center of runes and stopped moving when he heard movement close by.

And then he heard that voice again, from his left, a soft hiss, like a snake. "Don't struggle young wizard." He whirled his head towards the source and found none.

"Who are you? And what did you mean with liar?"

The sound now comes from his right. "I'm the guardian of this place. I was serving a master that has tricked me by using parseltongue. In my sleeping state fifty years ago I made a vow to him, to serve him as I thought that he was an heir of Slytherin due his parseltongue. Oh how wrong I was and I paid the price for dishonor my previous master, Salazar Slytherin. As for what I mean with 'liar' is that girl that has left you and letting you die here in the Chamber of Secrets."

Guardian, wait the basilisk speaks to him. So the creature guards this place and was tricked by Riddle. Well nice to know but I am still dying here, feeling my blood flow out of me. "What does those runes say, guardian?"

"You can see the runes?" If Harry was surprised to hear the astounding in the voice of the serpent, he did not show it due pain.

"Y… ye…yes I can see it, why?" Harry said, grimaced as he tried to move.

"Yes, wonderful, he has come… The true heir of Salazar Slytherin!"

Harry looked up when he finally saw the serpent in view. It was still a majestic creature; her skin now glowed in the torchlights. "What's wonderful? What do you mean the true heir of Salazar Slytherin? I don't understand."

The serpent lowered her head, staring at him, not in the eye but somewhere at chest height. "I can't explain everything, young one. But the runes that you lay on are special, and only those with pure magical blood that came from Salazar Slytherin can see the circle. My master, Salazar Slytherin was immune to my poison, and my glare, but your not."

"I know that… You don't have to tell me that." Harry said weakly, trying to gather his strength. The serpent nuzzled her head against his side. "I know, and that's why I will help you, if I help you I can break the promise of the Dark one, and bind myself to you, now what you need is a vial of blood from Salazar Slytherin to survive…"

"How…? There's no such thing for me to survive…" Harry's voice became weaker, and weaker while the serpent slithered away. A few minutes later the great serpent returned with a vial that contained a dark crimson substance what looked suspicious like blood. Harry weakened with the seconds, giving the great serpent one choice, she bite the vial, breaking the glass, and letting the crimson blood dripping out of her maul, seeping above Harry's open lips. Slowly the blood, mixed with the basilisk's poison caused Harry to writhe in agony. Screams erupted out of the depth of his soul when the blood, and poison burned, changing his genetic code.

'Live my new leech, you will change the world with the gift that we offers to you.' The great serpent hissed, curling around her new master in a protective way while Harry arched his back, arms flailed, and eyes rolled wild in their sockets.

Somewhere else in Great Britain, on a historical site, a huge discovery was made. People were celebrating when they has finally opened to mysterious tomb and discovered a statue. The statue was of that of a young man of 6'4 tall with messy hair, piercing eyes and held a staff in his hand that looked like two intertwined serpents. A young man was exanimating the statue when he found something that might help him in solving breaking the barrier. "Hey Robinson, look at this rune."

A short, bald man came up to him and eyed the rune that the young man pointed at. The rune is ∞, infinite and a runic symbol for algiz.

"By Merlin's beard, good job Bill." The foreman, Robinson, praised Bill. "Hmm… those are strange runes, I wonder what it said." He pointed at the nameplate where a name was engraved in runic. Bill followed the finger of his foreman, frowned for a few seconds, and then pointed with his wand on the runic, casting a spell. The runes started to glow, slowly changing, until it could be read by the two cursebreakers of Gringotts. They gasped when they read the first line of the stone slab.

Here lies Salazar Slytherin,

I prelude that my heir, one day will roam the world, bringing…

That's all what they could read, the rest of the stone slab were vague, and difficult to interpret. But they know that the heir would roam the world once more, bringing …chaos. That's what they believes, cause Voldemort was the heir of Slytherin, and he's gone, his power taken from him by Harry Potter, the boy who lived or he's the one that will bring them more darkness…