HP : The Chronicles

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Once he made it back to the Chamber, he was met with the sight of his brother talking to Riddle yet again. Adrian was pale and shaking but tried to hold his ground while Riddle just appeared bored.

"I have no idea how you escaped my basilisk, but you have started to tire me." The boy that would grow up to be the darkest wizard of all times proclaimed.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Adrian asked, trying to sound more confident than he was. Harry cringed at his choice of words; baiting a Dark Lord wasn't smart. "You're just a memory." Adrian continued. "You had to send your basilisk to kill me; you're too weak to do it yourself." Riddle smirked.

"You're quite right." He admitted, effectively silencing Adrian. Harry hated the calm tone in which he talked as he took Adrian's wand of his pocket. "I don't have the strength to kill you yet. But you're starting to annoy me; and though I can't kill you…" Riddle smirked and Harry moved closer; it was about time he intervened. "I think a stunner I can manage." And he did just that, a red light leaving Adrian's wand and hitting its proprietor straight on the chest, sending him tumble on the floor; Harry hated seeing his brother get hurt but maybe this way, if they survived, he could keep his secret a little longer. "Pathetic really. Nevermind; my basilisk was getting hungry anyway. I might as well spare him the effort of hunting you." Riddle muttered smirking at Adrian's stunned body. Harry went behind one of the snake statues that served as columns and took of his cloak; it was now or never.

"That's just what I was about to say about you; pathetic." He offered, his voice cold as he brought out his inner Severus-spy. He moved from behind the column casting a silent Protego to stop a second stunner from Riddle.

"Who are you?" The older boy asked, regarding Harry confused, his eyes sticking to his thin frame.

"Name's Harry." The green eyed boy stated, walking closer. He spoke casually, as if confronting demented Dark Lords was a common occurrence for him, strengthening his Occlumency shields with all he had; he had no idea if a memory could use Legilimency, or if Voldemort at age sixteen had mastered the skill, but he had no intention to find out.

"Harry?" Riddled asked, regarding his new opponent carefully. "Harry Potter?" He smirked again. "The brother of the great Boy Who Lived! Ginny has talked about you too; you and your green eyes." He chuckled mirthlessly. "And how did you end up down here little Harry?"

"I heard there was a party and I thought to stop by." Harry deadpanned; baiting was one thing, but he wouldn't stand to be mocked.

"A backbone!" Riddle exclaimed. "Such a big mouth for someone so small. Tell me Harry, what do you mean to do here? What do you hope to achieve where your brother, the great hero, has failed so miserably? Hoping for some fame? Tired of living in your brother's shadow?" Riddle taunted. If that's how you want to play, Harry thought and smirked back.

"Me?" He asked, his attitude managing to confuse Riddle. "No, I can't say I have a taste for fame; some recognition would be nice though." Harry answered. Riddle kept looking at him, judging his reactions. "And as you well know," Harry continued "appearances can often be deceiving." And with a flick of his wand, he took away all the concealment charms he had placed on himself, having the pleasure to see Riddle's eyes widen in surprise. He had figured a surprised Riddle would be easier to tackle than a concentrated one and besides, if he survived he would place the charms right back on. If he died it wouldn't really matter. And maybe, just maybe, he wanted to wipe that arrogant smile from Riddle's face.

"I see." Riddle commented, revaluating the situation; the boy that was now standing in front of him was nothing like the skinny child he had thought him to be. This Harry was a good head taller than his brother, generally tall for his age, and seemed to be capable of holding his own. And his eyes were calculative, analysing the situation as it unrolled, speaking of a bright mind and knowledge above his years. Tom Riddle had always taken pride in being able to judge someone's character on first glance. But here he had a paradox; a boy far too young to have eyes so old.

"Do you really see, I wonder?" Harry asked moving even closer. He was now standing almost next to Ginny -which had been his goal all along- and right across Riddle. "I think you don't."

"I'll admit this is an unexpected situation." Riddle said. "But it makes no difference; if your brother wasn't strong enough to stop me, why should you be?" A hiss was heard from the wall behind them; there, next to the statue of Slytherin, was an open pipe, probably another exit from the maze; Harry looked hastily around. And in truth there were many more pipes around, the hisses of the basilisk reverberating through the walls. Harry realised he just couldn't afford having the giant serpent just pounce from anywhere it wanted. Maybe he could get two birds with one stone?

"A valid question." Harry offered. "Why should I be able to stop you when my brother couldn't? All I can answer Riddle is…" He smiled and pointed his want towards Riddle.

"You can't kill a memory, Harry."

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