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The Chamber

"It won't come until it's called,"

Ava's POV
Flashes of green lights and screams flooded my mind. Memories I didn't even know existed of me, in a little cottage, resurfaced.

Inside the cottage, I saw myself sitting with my mother and father. We drank tea and laughed about interesting circumstances that'd happened over my years at Hogwarts.

Before I could get a good look at the cottage, I was thrown back into the same dingy room with pale walls.

"Like what you saw?" Voldemort asked, pacing in circles around me. His form seemed more developed than the previous, and the thought of him ever succeeding was enough to chill my bones.

"I am not fooled by your trickery," I sneered, knowing everything he showed me was fake. My parents were dead after all. He ignored me.

"You may have failed in getting me the book — but it's okay, someone else did it for me..."

Voldemort stopped moving and placed his hands in front of him, twirling with what seemed to be a black ring around his ring finger.

"Tell me Ava..." He paused for a moment as if contemplating what to say. "What do you fear most in life?"

I crossed my arms and backed away. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

Voldemort chuckled, lightly shaking his head. "It's the fear of being alone, isn't it?" He waved his hand and suddenly, we were surrounded by a mist. As we stood between the mist, I made out the faint shapes of what looked to be my friends, all dead on the floor; blood covering the Hogwarts corridors. I slapped my hand over my mouth as I turned and saw myself, standing over my friends bodies with a viscous smile.

"Ava, you need to learn that your greatest fear shouldn't be, being left by your friends, but being weaker than them... That could be you laying on the floor. Now, that's not what you want, is it?"

"You're mental if you think I'd ever harm my friends!" I screamed, collapsing onto my knees. I didn't want to see these visions anymore...

"For people like us — power is the only way to gain respect. You'll soon learn that your friends don't care about you. Like it or not, Ava, I have your best interest in mind. I could give you the world!"

"Well, I don't want the world! I'M NOT LIKE YOU!"

"Oh Ava, you'll soon learn that you are..."

"Get out of my head — GET OUT!" I tried with all my might to push him from my mind, yet with no avail.

Voldemort tutted his tongue as he kneeled beside me and rested his arm on my shoulder. "I'm not done speaking to you, child..."

Before I could respond, I felt my arms snap to my side and my eyes held open against my will. Without warning, our surroundings changed and shaped into something anew. From a dingy pale room, the walls transformed into what seemed to be a dungeon. The floor was stone, with a few inches of water hovering above. I tried to examine our new surroundings — noticing the walls were stone and crumbling; covered in moss and vines.

I stood at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place.

I went to open my mouth and say something, but my lips wouldn't part. I began panicking and attempting to move, but to no avail. My body was no longer my own.

"I have your body bounded." Voldemort said lowly. "We can't have any fussing around —either way, nobody can see you..."

Voldemort — or, whoever's body he was in, bent down to the ground. He seemed to be meddling with something on the floor. That's when I noticed a body laying on the floor; but not just any body. Ginny's body!

"The preparations are nearly complete... she is getting colder my the second..."

I felt completely helpless. Ginny Weasley laid on the ground in front of me — and I couldn't do anything... What felt like hours passed of Voldemort pacing back in forth. It took me a while to comprehend how much time must've passed. How long had I been petrified? Surely, I wasn't actually there, Yet somehow, I was right by Voldemort as if this was all real...

After what felt like an eternity, I began hearing footsteps echoing through the chamber. Voldemort had stood up and stood in the corner, as if waiting for someone.

At the opening of the chamber, I saw Harry emerge from the darkness.

"Ginny!" Harry muttered, sprinting to her and dropping to his knees. "Ginny – don't be dead – please don't be dead –" He flung his wand aside, grabbed Ginny's shoulders, and turned her over.

"Ginny, please wake up," Harry muttered desperately, shaking her. Ginny's head lolled hopelessly from side to side.

I tried to scream — to get Harry's attention. Hoping that maybe — just maybe... He'd be able to sense me. He couldn't...

"She won't wake," said Voldemort, changing his tone to a soft whisper.

Harry jumped and spun around on his knees. "Tom – Tom Riddle?"

I felt my panic grow, as I realized that Harry didn't know this man was Voldemort. But how did he know who the man was?

"What d'you mean, she won't wake?" Harry said desperately. "She's not – she's not –?"

"She's still alive," said Voldemort. "But only just."

Harry quirked his head and stared at Voldemort — or Tom Riddle, as if he'd seen a ghost. "Are you a ghost?" Harry said uncertainly.

"A memory," said Voldemort quietly. "Preserved in a diary for fifty years."

A diary? Was this the diary Ginny had? Is that why Voldemort wanted me to retrieve it?

He pointed towards the floor, where, lying open, was the little black diary Voldemort had wanted me to retrieve.

"You've got to help me, Tom," Harry said, raising Ginny's head again. "We've got to get her out of here. There's a basilisk...I don't know where it is, but it could be here any moment.... Please, help me –"

Voldemort didn't move. Harry, sweating, managed to hoist Ginny half off the floor, and bent to pick up his wand again. But it wasn't there. I had seen Voldemort snatch it when he wasn't looking.

"Did you see –?"

He looked up. Voldemort was still watching him – twirling Harry's wand between his long fingers.

"Thanks," said Harry, stretching out his arm for it. Voldemort continued to stare at Harry, twirling his wand idly.

"Listen," said Harry urgently, his knees sagging with Ginny's dead weight. "We've got to go! If the basilisk comes –"

"It won't come until it's called," said Voldemort calmly.

Harry lowered Ginny back onto the floor, unable to hold her up and longer. I mentally begged Harry to get out of here and call Dumbledore. I don't know why he was so set on doing everything by himself. He didn't even bring Ron or Hermione!

"What d'you mean?" he said. "Look, give me my wand, I might need it –"

"You won't be needing it," he said.

Harry stared at him, and I felt my heart sink. Voldemort brought me here to watch Harry die.