Tom Marvolo Riddle stood, a sadistic smirk on his face, the sound of running water echoing loudly in the Chamber of Secrets, along with the laboured breathing of an unconscious Ginny. "You will die Potter. Just like your parents did."

"No!" Harry shouted. "It's time to pay for everything Tom!"

Tom smiled smugly. "Try to stop me." He inhaled deeply before whispering what Harry knew was Parselmouth. The pipes in the room seemed to rumble before a titanic snake burst forth. Its scales were a brilliant dark emerald colour. "You have no chance of defeating the Serpent of Slytherin," Tom mocked. "Within minutes, young Ginny's life force will be mine."

The snake coiled before lunging towards Harry who ducked through a nearby pipe, hearing the Basilisk crash into a wall.

Harry panicked, launching whatever spells he could think of. Flashes of red, blue, white, soared from his wand intermingled with blasts of fire and ice, all which harmlessly hit the scales of the Basilisk.

Tom's laugh echoed mockingly throughout the room. "The Serpent has lived for a thousand years. Did you really think a single second-year student would possess the power to defeat it?"

Harry pressed himself against the cold stone wall behind him. Adrenaline and nerves flooded his body, and he sprinted from the serpent further into the pipe.

The snake lashed out with its tail, demolishing the pipe that Harry was hidden in, sending him sprawling to the floor along with the wreckage from the pipe.

Closing his eyes, he begged in his mind. Somebody please help. He accepted his fate as he heard the Basilisk bare its fangs and lunge towards him once more.

However, fate and family had other plans. In the Asgardian Dungeons cell Loki woke sharply, an indescribable feeling in his body. Visions of a young boy, with his raven black hair and emerald green eyes lay, afraid and alone, a great Basilisk hurtling towards him. "Father," he said to the air, knowing that Allfather Odin would hear.

Odin appeared instantly, an look of curiosity in his one remaining eye, the other covered by a golden eyepatch. "Yes, Loki?" he asked. "Ready to plead that you've changed again?"

Loki ignored the insult. "Is this one of your tricks?" he questioned, tapping his temple. "Who is the boy I see?"

Odin's eye widened in shock. "You remember?" he said regretfully. "I hoped you would never find out."

"Find out what?" Loki stood, advancing towards his adopted father angrily. "Who is he?"

Odin was silent. "He is your son," he admitted with sorrow.

Loki blinked in confusion. "My what?" he asked with growing frustration.

"Years ago, I was weary of your lust for power and the pride you had only for yourself. I wiped your memories and sent you to Midgard to learn humility and love for others, as the human James Potter. You finally had a group of loyal friends, and found love in a Witch. The two of you bore a son, but all was not well. A Dark Lord targeted your family, killing your wife and attempting to kill your son." He paused while Loki absorbed the information. "I called you back to Asgard and hid your memories of your other life, lest you become angry again. I believe this is why you bore such hatred to Midgard, it is the realm you loved that destroyed all you held dear."

For the first time, Loki had no idea how to respond. He had a second life that was discarded. "Return my memories."

Complying, Odin waved his hand over Loki's head clearing his mind from the mental blocks. A rush of memoires rushed back, his life at Hogwarts, the Marauders, Lily, a baby Harry. "My son needs help," he decided, before ordering, "send me there."

Odin was hesitant but nodded. "Heimdall."

Loki nodded thankfully as the Bifrost materialised around him, sending him to Midgard.

He looked around the Chamber with vigilance, seeing his son lying on the floor in terror behind him, the Basilisk in front of him. A teenage boy stood behind the snake, his smugness turning to confusion as Loki appeared in a flash of colours. A red-head girl was on the floor next to the boy, unconscious.

Loki stuck out his hands, using his Asgardian and Frost Giant strength to stop the monster's bite crunching together as he gripped the snake's upper jaw. His eyes filled with hatred at the beast trying to murder his son. He removed his grasp, instead grabbing the snakes two front most fangs and pulling, ripping them off from the jaw.

The Basilisk gave a loud hiss of pain and threw Loki across the room, although he landed gracefully on his feet, skidding along the ground before he slowed to a halt. Loki took the advantage and threw one of the Basilisk's severed fangs as though it were one of his throwing knives, hitting the beast in the eye, which popped with a pool of blood. He repeated the action with the other fang eliciting the same result.

The now blind Basilisk thrashed around the room, snarling in pain as it slithered. Loki turned to Harry. "I will explain later Harry, but for now you can open your eyes," he promised reassuringly.

The voice sounded oddly familiar to Harry, and so, putting all of his trust into the stranger, he opened his eyes.

Loki leapt into the air, landing squarely on the Basilisk's head, before jumping again.

A sceptre appeared in Loki's hands as he was mid-air, and he positioned it so that the sharpened point was facing downward as he descended, sinking the blade through the Basilisk's head.

The snake fell to the floor with a mighty thud, and Loki pulled his sceptre, now painted with blood and venom, from its remains.

"Be careful," Harry advised cautiously. "That's Lord Voldemort."

Loki turned to the teenage boy, far from the Dark Lord that had ended him. "You are Voldemort?" he asked incredulously.

The boy nodded. "Lord Voldemort is my past and my future. I am but an echo of his memory, a fragment of his spirit. And you are?"

"Surely you recognise me," Loki jeered, advancing towards the Dark Lord. "If not, allow me to reintroduce myself. Loki, God of Mischief." He dropped his voice, allowing only Tom to hear his next words. "James Potter. You killed my wife, prepare to die."

Tom's eyes widened in shock as he realised the man was who he said, a vengeful God who's family his future self had ended. Tom whipped his and from his robe and launched a slashing curse at Loki, who rolled out of the way, countering with a jab from his sceptre.

The weapon phased through Tom's body with slight resistance, as though passing through water. Loki backed away slightly before yelling to Harry, "Where did this spirit come from."

"The book," Harry answered, indicating the object which lay on the floor near the red-headed girl. Loki aimed his sceptre's blade at it, ignoring Tom's anguish cry as he impaled the book.

The spirit of Tom gave a cry of excruciating agony as white light burst from his skin, spreading until he was no more.

Harry approached the man and Ginny, who was now waking up with her life force returning. "Thank you," Harry said gratefully. "But who are you?" He asked, his emerald eyes looking into the man's eyes which mirrored his own in appearance.

"I am Loki. Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief." He paused briefly. "I am also James Potter. Your father."

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