*Just saying, I have a slight obsession with potatoes. It has nothing to do with Doctor Who.

John clapped his hands. "Ok! Now, can we please get out?"

Ron nodded frantically. "Here," he said, while carefully moving a rock out of the way. "Climb through this hole."

Ginny moaned. "It's really tiny Ron…" Nevertheless, she squirmed into the hole, and in a few seconds, she was with Ron.

Clara went through next, and she groaned as she was just a little larger than Ginny. Then John went, and he did have some trouble, but of course he wasn't going to let them know that. Once John was through, he brushed the rocks and dust off his school robes.

Harry slipped in next to him. Ron beamed in their direction.

Clara coughed. "Shouldn't we get going?"

"Yeah!" Ron exclaimed. He was much too happy. He frowned in the direction of the red phoenix that had followed them.

"It's Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix," Harry said quickly. He too frowned. "Where's Lockhart?"

Ron grinned even more. "He's over there. He's not doing well either, kinda hilarious."

John walked with the others to the pipe in which they entered from. Next to the mouth, lay a dazed and confused Lockhart.

"I think the Memory Charm backfired, literally and now he's well… He's…" Ron said with a slight giggle.

John looked at the man and almost laughed. Lockhart peered up at the five students and smiled.

"Hello, funny sort of hang-out you've got here!" He said brightly.

John smirked, but wrinkled his nose when he saw the pipe. "Guys, how are we going to get back up? It's too steep…"

Clara and Ginny groaned.

"Fawkes can fly us up!" Harry said.

John nearly snorted, when he remembered that phoenixes had extraordinary strength. Ron did did grunt, however.

"How's a bird gonna get us up there?"

"He's no ordinary bird, Ron," Harry said with a smile. "Come one guys, grab hold of each other's hands."

John grimaced, but grabbed Clara's hand, who had grabbed Ginny's. After a few seconds of prep, the six people were being pulled up into the dark tube.

"This is just like magic!" Lockhart exclaimed.

"No shi-" But John's voice was drowned out by them being dropped onto the bathroom floor only seconds later.

Myrtle floated up to them and sniffled. "I thought perhaps I could have someone join me…"

"No," John said stiffly.

"No need to be rude," Myrtle said. "Besides, the invitation was for Harry."

Harry's face went an unnatural red, while Myrtle giggled with glee, and she floated back to her cubicle.

Once they were out of the bathroom, Ron smiled. "Harry mate, I think she fancies you! Ginny, guess you're not the only one!"

But at this, Ginny started crying once more, and Ron gave a puzzled look in John's direction, to which John responded with a shrug.

John sighed. "Ok… Where to now?"

Harry grimaced. "McGonagall's."

They walked to her office, and Harry knocked on the door, but John just pushed it open. He didn't have patience.

John was hit by a pair of great lungs.

"GINNY!" A woman, who John supposed was Ginger's mother cried. The woman flung herself onto her daughter, and another, older, redhead smiled. Probably the father.

John noticed Clara give a weak smile when McGonagall strode up to them. But, she was cut off by Ginger's mother gain.

"How saved her! How did you do it?" But instead of getting an answer, she decided that pulling John, Clara, Harry, and Ron into a hug was a better idea.

"Ahem," McGonagall said. "Again, how did you manage to do it?"

Harry smiled sheepishly. Nobody was talking so, John stepped forward.

He told them everything, and nobody had to cut in because he had excellent memory. All through the time, McGonagall's face grew paler and paler.

When John was done, he let out a great sigh, because he hadn't taken one breath. He gave his absolute best smile.

At that moment, Dumbledore spoke up. John hadn't even noticed the headmaster was there.

"Quite a story, I must say. But, I believe that miss Weasley and miss Oswald should be escorted to the infirmary. They seem to be in the worst shape out of all of you."

John took a long look at his friend. He noticed that Dumbledore was right. Clara's face and shirt was covered in blood, and her nose seemed a bit crooked...

"And," Dumbledore continued, "You two will find that all the patients have been revived out of their petrified state!"

"They're cured?" Ron shouted.

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, my dear." He looked at McGonagall. "Could you inform the kitchens that we are in need of a feast?"

"Yes, sir," McGonagall stammered. She left briskly, following Clara, Ginger, and Ginger's parents.

Dumbledore looked at the three boys. "Now, I must say that was quite the feat. No student has been to the Chamber and survived to tell the tale."

"Voldemort did," Harry said.

"Ah, Harry. I think we can all agree that he was not in the same situation as you three plus miss Oswald."

"Oh, professor!" Ron said. "There was an accident with Lockhart down in the Chamber… He tried a Memory Charm on us, but it backfired."

Dumbledore laughed. "Impaled by your own sword!"

"Sword?" Lockhart queried. "I don't have a sword, but Harry does!"

John looked at Harry, who blushed and pulled a silver sword out of his robes. Once again, John didn't notice a thing.

The headmaster gave a bit of a smile, and said, "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Smith, I need to have a bit of a word with Harry."

"Of course!" Ron said.

John flinched, but obeyed. He left with Ron in silence, and walked to the hospital wing.

When he got there, he noticed that Ginger's bed was crowded, so he went to find Clara. When he did, he couldn't help but smile.

Clara laughed. "I don't see you smile a lot."

"I just don't feel like smiling."

Clara closed her eyes. "I was wondering, when we were in the Chamber, I got this feeling…"

"Pain, pain, pain?"

"No. I got this rush of energy-"

John crossed his arms. "It's called adrenaline."

Clara kept her eyes shut. "Well, yeah. But it was more like, I oddly enjoyed feeling endangered. Like, it was something new and-and amazing."

John felt something pang on the inside. "I'm not sure that's a good thing…"

He was cut of, by someone throwing their arms around him.

"Gah! That's the second time today!" John shrieked.

It was a healthy-looking Hermione who answered. "Oh, sorry? Anyway, I'm so glad you figured it out!"

"I did most of the work," John pointed.

Hermione straightened her back. "I don't think so!"

"Um… I'm pretty sure I did…"

Clara laughed weakly. "Come on, you two. Just get along. We saved Ginny, we solved the Chamber of Secrets… We can't be bickering about nonsense!"

"I was the one who solved the Chamber of Secrets!" John said.

"Ugh!" Hermione groaned. "Whatever, apparently we're going to have a feast tonight!"

"Yay, food makes everything better!" John said sarcastically.

"Potatoes…" Clara murmured.

"Potatoes are different. They're absolutely fantastic!" John said.

"A, you're weird," Hermione said, "B, you're very wird."

"Danke."

Hermione rolled her eyes, and was off to visit Ginny.

John turned back toward Clara.

"So, you don't look to bad."

Clara laughed. "I got a broken nose and pulled some muscles. I'll be fine, just a bit tired."

"I went through the exact same thing, and I'm not complaining!"

"Yeah, 'cause you're not Human!"

"My hearts are broken."

"How many hearts do you have?" Clara asked incredulously.

"106," John said matter-of-factly.

"Cool."

"Very cool."

Weeks passed, and all too soon it was their final day. John, Clara, and Ginger were on the train, when they were joined by the Golden Trio.

"Hey," Harry said.

"Hey," John said coolly. They hadn't spoken much, but Clara insisted the be 'friends'.

Ron turned toward Ginny. "Wait a second, that day, when you were going to tell us everything, Percy said he knew."

Ginny laughed. "Oh, yeah. I may have walked in on him snogging that Ravenclaw prefect Penelope Clearwater in an empty classroom-"

"Empty Classroom?!" Ron exclaimed. "Boy, he went all for it!"

Ginny gave a puzzled look, while Clara and Harry laughed.

"Anyway," Ginny continued, "He was really upset when she got attacked…"

"Oh, so that's who she was!" Harry said.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"Nothing."

Everybody but John laughed. He kind of just sat there, with his back slumped.

Once they got to King's Cross Station, Clara had made everybody promise that they would write, along with Hermione.

John rolled his eyes, as he walked onto the platform. Clara gave him a quick hug, and she went looking for her parents.

And that's when the whole platform started to spin, and the people started to walk about faster, and faster, until everything around John was just a blur.

At last, John looked to see that the Hogwarts Express had returned. Everything was normal, except that there were people dressed differently then how John had recalled them being dressed moments before. He also felt himself to be a little taller…

"But- I was just-" John started, but he was overwhelmed by a rush of memories.

John greeted his father, who gave an odd smile. John got home, and his mother made dinner. John spent his summer studying, and he did not write to Clara at all.

The Hogwarts Express whistled, and John found himself walking toward it, with confusion lingering in his mind.

*There you go! Final chapter to Tales of The Forgotten! I'll have you know that they'll be a sequel up sometime later in the week. It was awesome writing this story, and I hope you guys liked it! See you soon!