The Secret of Tom Riddle's Diary

Chapter One Confrontation in the Chamber of Secrets

"Ron!" Harry shouted, separated from Ron and Professor Lockhart by a landslide of rubble. "Are you guys okay over there?"

"Yes –" Ron's voice came through the rubble. "But I can't get to you right now. Go! Save Ginny!"

"Right!" Harry shouted back as he turned from the landslide and continued his walk down the dark corridor. Then, he came to an end – a solid wall with only two entwined serpents carved into it. The eyes of the wall glinting with emeralds.

Harry reached out and quickly pulled his hand back – those snakes seemed so real on that wall.

"The door is probably here –" he said out loud to what seemed like no one.

"Open," he said, but again it came out to anyone who would have been near as a soft hiss.

The two serpents started to uncoil from the wall, and a crack appeared where nothing had been before, and a door pulled open.

A terrible feeling went to the bottom of Harry's stomach as he walked inside the deep chamber inside. At first, Harry saw nothing, but then he saw something on the floor. Harry losing all sense of the fear he felt a second ago rushed inside.

"Ginny!" he shouted.

He knelt beside her, feeling her skin – so cold. She breathed, but it was shallow and soft. Harry pulled out his wand about to try anything – a spell to give her health when a voice spoke behind him.

"She can't talk, you know –" a clear voice said from behind Harry. Harry twisted around to see a tall handsome boy, about a sixth or seventh year if Harry reckoned right, his skin was as pale as a ghost, his hair was jet black – like Harry's but tamed, and his eyes were filled with dark depths.

"What did you do to Ginny?" Harry shouted at the boy approaching him.

The boy just smirked at him.

"Doesn't matter –" he said dismissively. "What matters is you – what is so special about Harry Potter?"

Harry squinted at the other boy.

"Nothing special about me – I'm just a boy –" Harry replied.

"Painfully, obvious, I would say," the other replied. "But I want answers. How was it you a mere boy –" he said that with such distaste, "were able to destroy the greatest Dark Lord ever?"

Harry with Gryffindor like courage stepped forward, not sure of the dangers ahead of him. The other boy walked up to him looking down on him. He took his finger and he pressed the scar.

"How come you escaped with only that and the Dark Lord is dead?"

"Why do you care?" Harry replied.

The other chuckled. "Voldemort is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter."

Suddenly, Harry understood the danger. He backed away from the other.

"Now, answer the question? How were you able to destroy my future self?"

Harry stuttered, "I don't know. I didn't know I was a wizard until last year."

"That is no matter, Harry Potter –" he said. "We will have plenty of time together to figure out what makes you so special."

Harry started to pull up his wand, but quickly, the older boy summoned his wand into his hand. Then, an evil grin came across his face.

"Do you want to see something?"

Harry leveled his eyes at the other, but didn't respond. Instead he turned to look at Ginny again. As he was looking her over, he began to shiver, hearing deep hisses in the distance. He was about to look at the boy with his wand again, when he saw a black book with the words Tom Marvolo Riddle printed on its old leather with golden engraving. He pulled the diary into his robes and hid it from the other as he stood up to face the boy.