Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Before you start reading this story let me say few things.

1. I absolutely hate super!Harry stories

2. I despise weak veela Fleur

3. I hate soul bonds and marriage contacts.

4. I really want to go on but I don't think you guys will appreciate it.

Now, I pride myself for being able to twist my characters into something different. Why am I rambling? Because if you read only the first chapter then you'll reach a conclusion that this fic is about a super!Harry . Soulbond!Harry Grey!Harry. Which, ironically, is the thing I never want my fic to be. So, read atleast till chap 5 before you reach any conclusions.

Arghhh. Just using this '!' symbol irks me to no end. I am told that my story picks up pace from fifth chapter onwards. Anyway, Read and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP

Prologue

"Even the bird knows you are dying. Can't you see his tears?" Riddle's voice was fading.

Pain, my oldest friend, greeted me. My very blood seems to be on fire. My heart was filled with molten lava. But it was nothing, nothing when compared to my scar. It felt like it was ripped open and was being dripped in acid. My eyes were blinded by a light so bright that it penetrated my eyelids and still burned my eyes. My bones were broken. I couldn't scream for I had bitten my own tongue off. I did not know for how long it was. Hours, days, years? But it was long enough for me to realize that this pain was my reality. Oh how I wished for it to end, to die. But no, the sweet blackness of death, it never came. Then like it came the pain was gone. I could not move. I was aching all over. Somehow my tongue had grown back.

'My. Throat. Water.'

"Here"

A gentle female voice. Some one lifted my head and gently pressed a goblet to my mouth. Cold smooth water filled my mouth. I gulped it down as fast as I could.

"G-Ginny?" I rasped.

"Not quite." My vision was getting sharper. A girl was sitting beside me. I could see a massive basilisk lying dead beneath Slytherin's statue. May be it was because of the trauma, for it took me few minutes before I realized that I was sitting beside a girl I didn't know.

"You really are a Gryffindor, aren't you?" the girl asked. And somehow I knew it wasn't really a compliment.

"What?"

She shook her head as if she was disappointed. It was then that I noticed that she was quite pretty. Well, beautiful if the truth was to be told. Black hair flowed like a waterfall over her shoulders. She had obsidian black eyes and an angular face with pink delicate lips. She murmured something that sounded awfully like idiot. I wanted to ask her who she was. But I was so tired, so weak. Sleep claimed me. The last thing I saw was her comforting smile.

Next time I woke up someone was wiping my forehead with a wet towel. This time I was so tired that I couldn't even speak, I barely registered the fact that it was too cold for to be summer. I did notice it was the same girl from the chamber who was tending to me. She just smiled and chanted something in Latin and I knew no more.

I had woken up about an hour ago. I couldn't move. My vision was obstructed by green drapes hanging from my four post bed. She came bearing a tray full of vials filled with different potions. She smiled warmly seeing I was awake. "Where am I?" I asked

"Where were you when you lost consciousness, Harry?" She sounded like a primary school teacher.

"The Chamber of secrets, Why?"

"And what's the last thing you remember?" Great, she's condescending now.

"Riddle trying to kill me. Why?" 'Bloody hell' .Riddle. Where the hell is my wand? Why am I sitting here? He could be behind me. Where the hell is Ginny?" I scrambled for my wand, but I couldn't find it anywhere. She seems to have understood my concerns because she held out my wand.

"Thanks"

"Not quite"

Déjà vu. "Are you Riddle?" I was still on my back, I couldn't even stand up. If this was indeed Riddle he (she?) could easily kill me. I had no wand. No sword. No hat.

She just smiled sadly. "I am and I am not. But if I wanted to hurt you, I would've done it while you were unconscious. But we'll discuss it later. Now sleep"

And like that I slept.

Next time I woke up I was not alone. She was sitting beside me on my bed.

My eyes searched frantically for anything that could be used to defend myself. But I found nothing of the sort. She smiled knowingly but said nothing. After I had calmed down somewhat she asked,

"Would you like to eat or talk?" There was a plate filled with food.

"Talk. Though why you gave me a choice, I don't know. You hold all the cards right now, don't you?" I asked bitterly.

"Good. You are thinking like a Slytherin. If you want to survive we need it," She was looking at me like I was a puzzle." So let's play 20 questions. I'll answer all to the best I can."

'This girl is officially weird.'

"Who are you?"

"I don't know. Before you ask, yes that is the truth though not the whole truth. I'll explain after sometime" .

Great! The professor mode is back.

"Er, where are we?"

"Chamber of secrets of course, You didn't think the basilisk was the secret, did you? No, never mind of course you did," She huffed as if I had offended her greatly.

Gods, she had a good pair of lungs.

"Since you can't ask the right questions, I shall have to tell you what transpired after your encounter with the basilisk" ".

"er, ok…" Why was she speaking like this? Her social skills were definitely rusty, if at all present.

"Drink this" she pushed a goblet in to my hands.

"What is it?" It looked like pure water but it was more viscous than water.

"It's a calming potion. You'll need it" . I just shrugged. If I have to I'll drink it, for now I'll just keep it.

"Whatever suits you, since you can't comprehend complex magical theories and Giompes parallel conclusion and Harpo's Horcrux creation rituals I'll keep it simple. You Harry, carried a piece of lord Voldemort's soul in your scar for twelve years."

"What?" I was horrified. I carried a piece of that murderer in my head? The bastard who killed my parents?

"Yes, how do you suppose you knew parseltongue, a genetic trait which your parents never had?"

That evil thing was in my head? That's why the hat wanted me in slytherin, because I was evil.

She must've known what I was thinking because she continued. "It was an unintentional act. I don't think Voldemort even knew about it. It never influenced you Harry. Rather it was the other way around. When the dark soul of Tom came in contact with your soul it was…. cleansed for the lack of better word. His soul was fragmented and tarnished, whereas yours was and is whole and pure. You see that bit of soul was a horcrux. Most horrid and evil thing one can create using dark arts." She sighed.

I was somewhat relieved.

"What is this horcrus?"

"Horcrux not horcrus, Harry, is something that can be used to ensure immortality. As long as it is unharmed none can kill the creator of that horcrux"

"So, I'm the reason Voldemort's still alive?" I feel disgusted, dirty. I am the reason that bastard's alive. Murderer of my parent lives because I live.

"No" She grabbed my hands. Her fingers, slender and soft, fitted perfectly with mine. A tingle of electricity ran down my spine.

"No?" was I reassuring myself?

"No "She said it so fiercely that I felt compelled to believe her, her obsidian black eyes were piercing into mine.

"But you said-"

"You are hearing Harry, not listening. I said you carried a piece of his soul. There are a few things that can destroy a horcrux. And one of them is-"

"Basilisk venom" I guessed. She beamed and my stomach did a flip flop.

"Yes. Now this is where it gets interesting. You Harry had the protection from your mother, Love, purest of light magic. A horcrux is one of the darkest creations of dark magic. When the basilisk bit you Fawks tried to heal you with his tears. Two substances that are as opposite as light and day. No one has ever tried mixing these unique ingredients ever before. Combine it with a nearly regenerated soul piece of riddle-"

"The diary was a horcrux too?" I felt like throwing up. How many more did he have?

"It was, not anymore. Your courage, sacrificing your life for someone you barely even know, and the ambient magic of the chamber resulted in something."

I gasped. Suddenly everything clicked.

"One piece of riddle, one piece cleansed from your scar, one piece from Ginny and one piece from you.

"A new soul created from dark and light magic, blessed by a phoenix and a basilisk."

"You"

I was awe struck."B-But life can't be created by magic. It's the –"

"Fundamental law of magic." She interrupted. "But what am I? Am I something new? Or am I something different? I do not know. "

She said calmly, yet I can feel that she is sad. 'Wait, how can I know that?'

"Where is Ginny?" I asked trying to distract myself from the strange feeling. I was getting tired again just by talking.

"That's the problem Harry. When all of this happened you were so near to death. Fawks thought you were dead. So he flashed Ginny out of the chamber along with the sorting hat and the sword."

"Well, why are we still here? Couldn't you have brought me to the hospital?"

I had a nagging feeling she was hiding something from me.

"And tell them what? That I am a piece of Voldemort? Be another pawn for Dumbledore? And anyway it took me three month to gain consciousness. And I can't move more than hundred meters away from you before I collapse from pain since my life is tied to yours and not the other way around."

"Thr-three months? I've been here for three months?"

"No, it took three months for me to recover. For you it took seven months Harry."

'Wow, gee thanks for the warning".

Black spots appeared in my vision. I fainted.

Then came the memories.

Memories of a green eyed delinquent. Memories of a black haired boy . Memories of a cup board. Memories of an orphanage.

I was reliving my worst memories. Dursleys, Tommy, Dumbledore, Amanda, Quirell.

I?

Amanda?

'who the hell is Amanda?'

'what the fuck is happening to me?'

'May be I should check my occlumency shields'

A random thought strayed into the forefront of my mind.

What the hell is occlumency?

Too late. Like a dam that just broke my mind was flooded with memories. Memories that I hid in the darkest corners of my heart. They broke through my weak shields with the subtlety of a bull in china shop.

Memories.

Sixteen years of memories.

Memories of a ruthless cunning slytherin.

At first I thought i was dreaming. Then I remembered, I never had dreams.

." I woke up panting.

Realization came down on me like a thunderbolt. I just saw through sixteen years of somebody else's life.

No, not someone. Riddle's.

I lived the life of riddle

"Breathe, Harry, breathe" she gently cupped my face.

"We-me Wh-what?"

"What to do? Just drink this. It's a calming potion." Her voice has calming effect on me. I gulped the potion down in one second. I can already feel my nerves getting calm. Once I gained my cool I gestured her to continue.

"The chamber's magic preserved us for three months. When I woke up I called the house elves assigned to the chamber and with the help of them began healing have been here for about ten months now."

'What? I slept for three months?

"How is that possible?"

"You are magically exhausted Harry. Each time you fell asleep you were actually in some kind of self induced coma state. I tried my best to heal you."

"How do you know all this? I mean healing, horcrux, and chamber. You are only one year old for heaven's sake!"

She laughed. Gone was the princess, she laughed like a small kid, laughed till she was gasping for air. She clutched her sides as she tried to collect herself, though even when she answered her lips were twitching. "I'm as old as you Harry. I know because I know. I have seen your entire life. I have the knowledge of sixteen year old tom, strangely though, nothing from Ginerva," She paused.

"You are still naïve Harry. You haven't asked the question you should have asked." She looked at me waiting, waiting for me to ask that question.

A simple question. Yet it shall change everything.

"How can I trust you?"

"Who do you trust?"

"Dumbledore" I replied reflexively.

"Why Dumbledore? What has he done to earn your trust? Think before you act, Think before you trust. I'll leave you for now."

She stood and left the room.

'Why did I say that? Why not Ron? Hermione?" as I lay in my bed my mind was at chaos. Why do Trust Dumbledore? Why should I trust him? He, who left me with Dursley's. He caused me a decade of pain and misery on me. Then here at Hogwarts my life has been of a hero who needs to face one threat after another. A school which is supposed to be the best and safest place on Earth and I've had more near death experiences during these two years than any normal wizard will have to in their entire life.

And then I realized the truth. I became the very thing I despised. I became a sheep. I followed the mass. I fell for the illusion.

Next time she came I asked her a question that I should have asked before."What should I call you?"

She looked surprised."What brought that?"

"Well, I think a pretty lady such as you needs a name." I blurted out before I could stop myself, I can feel my cheeks burning up. 'Good graces potter! You're flirting!"

To my surprise she smiled. "I haven't decided on one yet. But I think we need to work on that trust issue. Just because I'm helping you don't mean you can trust me. I may be manipulating you. "

"Well, if you are manipulating me then you wouldn't tell me that, would you?"

"What if I told you that because I wanted you to think like that?"

She tilted her head and her dark hair caressed her face, a lone strand stood out and I very much wanted to tuck it in. I realized why she did that.

"You just did that to distract me" I said accusingly.

"Very good, Harry. But on to our problem, trust."

"Dumbledore" I said simply

"Let's start from the beginning. Why did he leave you with those filthy muggles? Don't deny it Harry. You and I both know you hate them. They are vile creatures. I have seen you abused, neglected and punished. I have felt what you have felt. Why did he create obstacles that can be solved by three first years to stop a dark lord? The same person who by chance told you how the mirror of erised works?"

"He was testing me" I thought out aloud.

"Yes, and doing so he endangered all of Hogwarts. But in the end like a hero he comes and saves you with a few flicks of his wand. He knew a basilisk was the monster of the chamber and yet did nothing to stop it, He said so when Colin was petrified. Even the muggle borns who know next to nothing about magic trust and believes in him. He who risked their very own life? Who could not save Hagrid even though he was innocent? "She was literally red with anger; I mean her eyes glowed red.

"Why didn't he tell anyone about his suspicions? For all his fault none can deny that he is a brilliant man. Yet are we to believe that he was unable to deduce that the basilisk was the monster of the chamber? Even Hermione can see through that."

"Why?" she was tearing down everything I believed.

"I think he believes us to be his pawns .He is the king and he alone knows the plots and moves."

"But you still haven't answered my question. How can I trust you?"

" You can't, Harry. I very much want you to , but I have nothing to make you trust me."

An awkaward silence. I decided to break it.

"So what happened outside? The short version please"

"Everyone think you are in some kind of coma lying in the hospital wing, somebody is impersonating you. My guess is that its Dumbles work to avoid trouble. They tried to enter the chamber to no avail. Ginny confessed and Hagrid was released. PR nightmare followed for throwing innocent without trial into Azkaban, Dumbledore was re instated as headmaster for saving the school and you from the monster. Right now it's the end of the term feast."

"What is your source?''

"House-elves. Though I don't know have all the relevant facts."

I took a moment to take everything in. I had the knowledge. But I was not a Planner. Somehow I knew she would be the one to do the planning. I looked down. I was healed finally. Magic is a fickle you have discovered yourself it comes to you like moonlight to meadow, bathing you with her blessing. It was time.

I had finally shed my skin. I have discovered myself. I am Not a sheep, I am not just a lion. I am a snake. And it was time for me to strike. Strike hard and leave chaos at your wake. I will leave the planning to her. Right now the sheep needs a show.

"Well, come on Tamsyln," I put on my cheery face.

"What?"

"Oh! Come on. I know you wanted to be called that."

"It doesn't give you the right to do so" she huffed.

"Fine, What may I call you milady?"

"You may call me Tamsyln" she replied in haughty manner.

I felt as if she was my best friend, I don't know why. May be its because that we share a soul, may be because of we bounded ourselves. I could tell that she felt the same way too.

"My wand please Miss Tamsyln" the familiar holly and phoenix wand. Something was missing from it, not something big, yet something was not there.

With a flick I transfigured my tattered dress into an elegant robe.

"What is your plan?" I can see she is curious.

"Do you have an animagus form?"

"Of course I do." She acts like she is offended.

"Snake, I assume?"'Would you look at that! Me acting all elegant and eloquent.'

I exited myrtles bathroom with a small viper with red crest on its head in my pocket.

"Ssso, what isss the plan?" She hissed

"Plan my dear? Im jussst making it up as I go." I hissed back knowing that it will irk her.

"What" I never knew snakes could express astonishment." I ssshall leave the planning to need to let them know I am back. SShow them that I am not weak"

Nearing the great hall I can hear the chatter of students.

I decided to do the classic.

A flick of my wand and the doors of the great hall opened with a loud BOOM!

The entire hall went silent. All eyes were on me. I smiled innocently and tried to channel my inner Schwarzenegger.

"I'm back"

Pandemonium erupted