HP : The Chronicles

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Adrian and Ron marched a disarmed Lockhart to Myrtle's bathroom at wandpoint, ignoring his protests and complains. They found Moaning Myrtle who was only too glad to assist them when they asked her about how she had died. She spoke of a strange language she had heard as she was hiding in the toilet that Harry immediately realized was Parseltongue. She then said she went to tell the strangers to go away since one of them at least was a boy and then, after seeing two bright yellow eyes by a sink she pointed out at them, she died. Adrian approached the sink, Harry following him close. There was a snake carved at the base and Myrtle stated that that tap never worked.

Adrian and Ron tried everything to make the entrance appear, not succeeding in the least; Harry was certain by now that only a Parselmouth could open the Chamber. Testing his theory with everybody there however would be impossible.

"Why won't it open?" Ron exclaimed not noticing Lockhart was stepping backwards towards the door.

"I have no idea." Adrian answered looking intently at the carved snake. Lockhart was closer to the exit.

"Maybe you're doing it all wrong…" Myrtle tried to point out, earning a nasty glare from Ron who, not so politely, told her to back off. Myrtle wailed and dived into her toilet, leaving the bathroom.

"At least she's got out of out hair." Ron muttered.

"Open you stupid Chamber!" Adrian exclaimed kicking the sink. Lockhart turned around and ran out the bathroom.

"He's running away!" Ron exclaimed, chasing the blond professor, Adrian swiftly stepping behind him wand in hand. Harry wasted no time; he stepped closer to the sink and touched the carved snake contemplatively; he breathed in once deeply. It was worth a shot he imagined and there was no time to lose. He stood up and said.

"Open!" It was a simple command, yet it was not spoken in English; instead, a whistling sound left his lips as he spoke in the language of snakes. The tap glowed a bright white light and then started moving with a rumbling sound, shifting and turning until a dark opening in the floor -a pipe large enough for one man to slip down- made its appearance. A flash back to last year and a dark trapdoor hit the green eyed boy and he took a step back. He had to go get Severus immediately. But it was not to be.

"Adrian!" Ron's voice sounded shocked from the entrance. "Come and see! And bring the git with you!" Harry sidestepped quietly from his place next to the sink, allowing Ron and Adrian, who had his wand pointed at Lockhart again -the blond professor had earned a split lip for his efforts to escape- to approach.

"The entrance." Adrian muttered, causing Lockhart to lose all remaining blood from his face. "But how?" The two friends looked at each other as Harry began shifting his weight from one leg to the other; of course something like that could happen. And damn Lockhart who wasn't even good at running away from to second year Hogwarts students!

"Well…" Ron said his eyes sparkling up as if he had had a revelation. "You did order it to open before the git made a run for it." He stated and Harry blessed his good luck for once, since Adrian had indeed done that. Adrian nodded, Ron's explanation sounding good at that moment.

"Now what?" Adrian asked.

"Ginny's down there mate." Ron stated as if that explained everything. And as far as Harry was concerned, it did.

"I'm going down there," Adrian said. Harry was ready to follow again; he couldn't not go, not now they had found the entrance to the Chamber, not if there was even the faintest, slimmest, wildest chance that Ginny might be alive.

"Me too," said Ron. There was a pause.

"Well, you hardly seem to need me," said Lockhart, with a shadow of his old smile. "I'll just…" He put his hand on the door knob, but Ron and Adrian both pointed their wands at him.

"You can go first," Ron snarled. White-faced and wandless, Lockhart approached the opening.

"Boys," he said, his voice feeble. "Boys, what good will it do?" Harry jabbed him in the back with his wand. Lockhart slid his legs into the pipe. "I really don't think…" he started to say, but Ron gave him a push, and he slid out of sight. They waited for him to fall all the way down and only then, when he reached the bottom with a loud thud and complaining, did the two wizards get ready to jump. Harry simply looked at the pipe blankly his heart thumping fast in his chest; Ginny was down there and soon his brother would be too. And then there was the basilisk. He wasn't going to enjoy this.

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