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"Now, now, children. Why don't you entertain me a bit more by killing each other to see who is worthy of getting out of this chamber." Her grin got more expansive, and her face has an intriguing look on her face.

The three Gryffindor students are trembling from horror, "Y-Y/N? Wh-why are you acting like th-this? This action is not you!" Ron stepped a bit closer to the white-haired girl with red eyes.

"Ron! Don't get closer!" Harry yelled and grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

'If only Kayden is here, she could help us and handle her...' Harry thought.

"My name is Athanasia Lilith Athena Morningstar. Don't you dare call me Y/N, and you child?" She pointed to Ron, "You got some nerve to disrespect me like that and even dares to get near me." she scoffs.

She got down and walked towards them, "Poor children-" but then she stopped walking towards them as she cries in pain and clutches her head.

"AAHHH!" She shrieks.

"What's going on? Call for help!!" Harry yelled; Ginny nodded and ran out.

"Mu-must... kill... everyone..." The white-haired girl mumbled as she groans from pain because of her headache.

Few memories were slowly creeping into her brain, slowly making her remember her past.

"Father!" A little white-haired girl run-up to her father in her little dress and embraced him; her father gave her a peck on her forehead.

"My little princess," her father picked her up, then the servants came. "Your Imperial Majesty," they bowed.

"The other nobles are here," they informed; the Emperor nodded and put his daughter down.

"I'll be back, alright?" Her father said to her; she nodded and smiled, "It's alright, father, I'll be with my brothers at the moment then," she did her curtsey and ran to find her brothers.

"Brothers!" She ran happily to them; her brothers stopped their training and turned towards her.

"Athanasia, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on your training too?" Her eldest brother kneeled one leg and while he talks to her.

"I finished early, dear brother. I just wanted to see you all; also, father is a bit busy at the moment, and it seems like you all are busy too." she looked down, disappointed.

Her eldest brother chuckled, "How about you visit mother in the garden? She's having tea there with the archangel, and I heard our dear cousin is there too." he smiles at her.

Soon after, their male cousins joined her brothers on sword training, "Your imperial highness, it is a pleasure to see you." the eldest cousin said as he and his siblings bowed.

"Likewise, Your Highness." the white-haired girl curtsey.

"Our little sister is with the Queen and the Empress." The second son of the king smiled.

"Thank you." She curtseyed once again and ran to the garden finding her mother, the Queen and her cousin.

"Greetings." she smiled and curtsey, "Athanasia, it is a pleasure to see you again." The Queen smiled and hugged her.

"Hello." her only female cousin smiled and waved at her.

"Come here, my little princess." The empress opens her arms for her daughter to run to her.

But then her memorise were paused because of the sudden call and magic that was cast at her.

She looked up and saw Dumbledore and the Hogwarts staff breathing heavily due to the pace they did.

"Y/N!" Professor McGonagall yelled her name as the other professors cast magic at her, preventing the memorise from flowing even more at her brain.

"We must stop her memorise increase even more or else, everyone in the world will be dead. Even worse, the world will be finished off by her one snap." Professor Flitwick cast a barrier at her to her brain.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She groans from her pain.

"Leave the chamber, now!" Professor Snape told Ron and Harry as both Gryffindors ran out of the chamber.

"Do you think she will be okay?" Ron asked; Harry looked at him. "No, she is not."

"Hello children, is she there?"

Harry and Ron looked at the owner of the voice, and it was Linda and the two people who took Kayden Knight's body, that time, she passed away in Draco's Malfoy's arms.

"uh, yeah. But there's something wrong with her, Linda, please help her." Harry went up to Linda and pleaded with her.

"Did she perhaps said something weird?" The woman, who is the head maid of Knight's manor.

"Yes, ma'am. She said her name is Athanasia Lilith Athena Morningstar. Also, isn't Morningstar is the devil's name?" Said Ron.

The three adults looked at each other, "Alright, children, I think it's better if you all go to the great hall and warn the kids to be careful." The butler warned them.

Harry and Ron nodded and was about to leave, but then Linda said something.

"Forget everything you have heard from her; forget everything. You got it?"

Both Gryffindor nodded and left them.

Y/N and the other Hogwarts professors are fighting against her.

"She's too strong, and we need more help! I don't think we can do this; she is resisting way too much" Professor McGonagall struggles as she pointed her wand at the child she watches growing up.

"We can help." The staff turned around and saw the three of them.

"I, I don't have any powers, but I could talk to her." Linda awkwardly smiled at them.

The staff looked at each other and nodded; they made a space for her to get near Y/N while the two people with powers joined on stopping her memorise to flow in even more because it might blow up her brain out.

"Y/N? Sweetheart? Can you hear me? Are you still there? Please, fight it. You don't want your friends to die because of you, right?" Linda asked, trying to talk the "Y/N" inside her.

She shook her head no as she still groans from the pain; Linda came even closer to her. She slowly took something out from her pocket and stuck Y/N on her neck that pain her faint.

But before she fainted, Y/N said something that everyone heard in the chamber.

"Hail Morningstars. The children of the devil and the goddess deity."

Then she passed out.

"What did you do?!" Professor Snape yelled.

"I made her calm down a bit." Linda awkwardly scratched her head and smiled.

"I'm surprised that worked."

"I got the liquid from Kayden; she's the one who made it just in case this happens in the future, and she's right about it." Said Linda as she places the injection back in her pocket; the other staff helped to carry Y/N.

"But how about her hair and her eyes? What are we going to do about it?" Severus Snape asked as he carried her carefully.

"Her hair is slowly turning back to y/h/c and y/e/c; let's just hope they don't completely turn back into white and red," said Madam Pomfrey.

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For a moment, there was silence as Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Lockhart stood in the doorway, covered in muck and slime and (in Harry's case) blood. Then there was a scream.

"Ginny!"

It was Mrs Weasley, who had been sitting crying in front of the fire. She leapt to her feet, closely followed by Mr Weasley, and both of them flung themselves on their daughter.

Harry, however, was looking past them. Professor Dumbledore was standing by the mantelpiece, beaming, next to Professor McGonagall, who was taking great, steadying gasps, clutching her chest. Fawkes went whooshing past Harry's ear and settled on Dumbledore's shoulder, just as Harry found himself and Ron being swept into Mrs Weasley's tight embrace.

"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?"

"I think we'd all like to know that," said Professor McGonagall weakly.

Mrs Weasley let go of Harry, who hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the desk and laid upon it the Sorting Hat, the ruby-encrusted sword, and what remained of Riddle's diary.

Then he started telling them everything. For nearly a quarter of an hour, he spoke into the rapt silence: He told them about hearing the disembodied voice, how Hermione had finally realised that he listened to a basilisk in the pipes; how he and Ron had followed the spiders into the forest, that Aragog had told them where the last victim of the basilisk had died; how he had guessed that Moaning Myrtle had been the victim and that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets might be in her bathroom.

"But, where is Y/N? I heard she was also brought there along with Ginny? Is she alright? Where is she? Can we visit her?" Mrs Weasley worriedly asked.

"Yes, Y/N was also dragged there, but however she hasn't woken up yet..."

"Very well," Professor McGonagall prompted him as he paused, "so you found out where the entrance was -breaking a hundred school rules into pieces along the way, I might add - but how on earth did you all get out of there alive, Potter?"

So Harry, his voice now growing hoarse from all this talking, told them about Fawkes's timely arrival and the Sorting Hat giving him the sword. But then he faltered. He had so far avoided mentioning Riddle's diary - or Ginny. She was standing with her head against Mrs Weasley's shoulder, and tears were still coursing silently down her cheeks. What if they expelled her? Harry thought in panic. Riddle's diary didn't work anymore... How could they prove it had been he who'd made her do it all?

Instinctively, Harry looked at Dumbledore, who smiled faintly, the firelight glancing off his half-moon spectacles.

"What interests me most," said Dumbledore gently, "is how Lord Voldemort managed to enchant Ginny and Y/N when my sources tell me he is currently in hiding in the forests of Albania."

Relief - warm, sweeping, glorious relief - swept over Harry. "What's that?" said Mr Weasley in a stunned voice. "You-Know-Who? En-enchant Y/N and Ginny? But Ginny's not... Ginny hasn't been... has she?"

"It was this diary," said Harry quickly, picking it up and showing it to Dumbledore. "Riddle wrote it when he was sixteen..."

Dumbledore took the diary from Harry and peered keenly down his long, crooked nose at its burnt and soggy pages.

"Brilliant," he said softly. "Of course, he was probably the most brilliant student Hogwarts has ever seen." He turned around to the Weasleys, who were looking utterly bewildered.

"Very few people know that Lord Voldemort was once called Tom Riddle. I taught him myself, fifty years ago, at Hogwarts. He disappeared after leaving the school... travelled far and wide... sank so deeply into the Dark Arts, consorted with the very worst of our kind, underwent so many dangerous, magical transformations, that when he resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, he was barely recognisable. Hardly anyone connected Lord Voldemort with the clever, handsome boy who was once Head Boy here."

"However... the person who gave him the diary... is missing, they said that Tom killed her too and died in the woods." Dumbledore continued.

"But, Ginny," said Mrs Weasley. "What's our Ginny got to do with - with - him?"

"His d-diary", Ginny sobbed. "I've b-been writing in it, and he's been w-writing back all year--"

"Ginny!" said Mr Weasley, flabbergasted. "Haven't I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain? Why didn't you show the diary to your mother or me? A suspicious object like that, it was full of Dark Magic!"

"I d-didn't know," sobbed Ginny. "I found it inside one of the books Mum got me. I th-thought someone had just left it in there and forgotten about it--"

"Miss Weasley should go up to the hospital wing right away," Dumbledore interrupted in a firm voice. "This has been a terrible ordeal for her. There will be no punishment. Older and wiser wizards than Lord Voldemort has hoodwinked her." He strode over to the door and opened it. "Bed rest and perhaps a large, steaming mug of hot chocolate. I always find that cheers me up," he added, twinkling kindly down at her. "You will find that Madam Pomfrey is still awake. She's just giving out Mandrake juice - I daresay the basilisk's victims will be waking up any moment."

"So Hermione's okay!" said Ron brightly.

"There has been no lasting harm done, Ginny," said Dumbledore.

Mrs Weasley led Ginny out, and Mr Weasley followed, still looking deeply shaken.

"You know, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, "I think all this merits a good feast. Might I ask you to go and alert the kitchens?"

"Right," said Professor McGonagall crisply, also moving to the door. "I'll leave you to deal with Potter and Weasley, shall I?"

"Certainly," said Dumbledore.

She left, and Harry and Ron gazed uncertainly at Dumbledore. What exactly had Professor McGonagall meant, deal with them? Indeed - surely - they weren't about to be punished?

"I seem to remember telling you both that I would have to expel you if you broke any more school rules, said Dumbledore.

Ron opened his mouth in horror.

"Which goes to show that the best of us must sometimes eat our words," Dumbledore went on, smiling. "You will both receive Special Awards for Services to the School and - let me see - yes, I think two hundred points apiece for Gryffindor."

Ron went as brightly pink as Lockhart's valentine flowers and closed his mouth again.

"But one of us seems to be keeping mightily quiet about his part in this dangerous adventure," Dumbledore added. "Why so modest, Gilderoy?"

Harry gave a start. He had forgotten entirely about Lockhart. He turned and saw that Lockhart was standing in the corner of the room, still wearing his vague smile. When Dumbledore addressed him, Lockhart looked over his shoulder to see who he was talking to.

"Professor Dumbledore," Ron said quickly, "there was an accident down in the Chamber of Secrets. Professor Lockhart--"

"Am I a professor?" said Lockhart in mild surprise. "Goodness. I expect I was hopeless, was I?"

"He tried to do a Memory Charm, and the wand backfired," Ron explained quietly to Dumbledore.

"Dear me," said Dumbledore, shaking his head, his long silver moustache quivering. "Impaled upon your sword, Gilderoy!"

"Sword?" said Lockhart dimly. "Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though." He pointed at Harry. "He'll lend you one."

"Would you mind taking Professor Lockhart up to the infirmary, too?" Dumbledore said to Ron. "I'd like a few more words with Harry..."

Lockhart ambled out. Ron cast a curious look back at Dumbledore and Harry as he closed the door.

Dumbledore crossed to one of the chairs by the fire.

"Sit down, Harry," he said, and Harry sat, feeling unaccountably nervous.

"First of all, Harry, I want to thank you," said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling again. "You must have shown me real loyalty down in the chamber. Nothing but that could have called Fawkes to you."

He stroked the phoenix, which had fluttered down onto his knee. Harry grinned awkwardly as Dumbledore watched him.

But then Harry's face turned serious and worried, "Sir, I want to-", but Dumbledore cut him off.

"If you're going to ask about Y/N, it's better to keep it secret."

"But sir, I want to know about her. I want to protect her, so next time she acts like this again, I know how to stop her." Harry stepped a bit forward.

Dumbledore shook his head. "You can't stop her... you'll die if you do, also about her will be a very long story to tell, Harry."

"It's alright, sir, and I want to know about her."

Dumbledore sighed.

"About Y/N..."