Harry Potter x Reader

Second Year - Chamber Of Secrets pt.2

"That Harry Potter will not notice Ginny Weasley, when (Y/N) (L/N) is in the picture. That's where it started."
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Third Person POV

He was standing at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place. His heart beating very fast, Harry stood listening to the chill silence. Could the basilisk be lurking in a shadowy corner, behind a pillar? And where was (Y/N)?

He pulled out his wand and moved forward between the serpentine columns. Every careful footstep echoed loudly off the shadowy walls. He kept his eyes narrowed, ready to clamp them shut at the smallest sign of movement. The hollow eye sockets of the stone snakes seemed to be following him. More than once, with a jolt of the stomach, he thought he saw one stir.

Then, as he drew level with the last pair of pillars, a statue high as the Chamber itself loomed into view, standing against the back wall.

Harry had to crane his neck to look up into the giant face above: It was ancient and monkeyish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous gray feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor. And between the feet, facedown, lay a small, black-robed figure with (h/c) hair.

"(Y/N)!" Harry muttered, sprinting to her and dropping to his knees. "(Y/N)! Don't be dead, please don't be dead --" He flung his wand aside, grabbed (Y/N)'s shoulders, and turned her over. Her face was white as marble, and as cold, yet her eyes were closed, so she wasn't Petrified. But then she must be...

"(Y/N), please wake up," Harry muttered desperately, shaking her. (Y/N) head lolled hopelessly from side to side.

Harry felt his heart drop. His only friend who can relate to him, being famous, having people talk and whisper things, who only know them for who they're seen as, is now possibly.. dead.

"(Y/N).. no, no, no.. please (Y/N).." he muttered, not sure of what to do. He grabbed her hand, not caring that she could possibly freeze him to death and held it close. "You're not -- you're not.. it's fine.. Now wake up.. please."

"She won't wake," said a soft voice.

Harry jumped and spun around on his knees.

A tall, black-haired boy was leaning against the nearest pillar, watching. He was strangely blurred around the edges, as though Harry were looking at him through a misted window. But there was no mistaking him.

"Tom -- Tom Riddle?"

Riddle nodded, not taking his eyes off Harry's face.

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

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