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Not what? snapped Riddle.

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

Riddle opened his mouth, but froze.

Music was coming from somewhere. Riddle whirled around to stare down the empty Chamber. The music was growing louder. It was eerie, spine-tingling, unearthly; it lifted the hair on Harry's scalp and made his heart feel as though it was swelling to twice its normal size. Then, as the music reached such a pitch that Harry felt it vibrating inside his own ribs, flames erupted at the top of the nearest pillar.

A crimson bird the size of a swan had appeared, piping its weird music to the vaulted ceiling. It had a glittering golden tail as long as a peacock's and gleaming golden talons, which were gripping a ragged bundle.

The bird stopped singing. It sat still and warm next to Harry's cheek, gazing steadily at Riddle.

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

You see? he whispered. It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Harry-I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world

Well, said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, how is it that you a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent-managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?

Well, said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, how is it that you a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent-managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?

You see? he whispered. It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Harry-I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world

Then he waved the wand once, and the letters of his name rearranged themselves:

The smile had gone from Riddle's face, to be replaced by a very ugly look.

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

He pulled Harry's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:

That's a phoenix, said Riddle, staring shrewdly back at it.

He's not as gone as you might think Harry retorted. He was speaking at random, wanting to scare Riddle, wishing rather than believing it to be true

Well, said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, how is it that you a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent-managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?

Fawkes? Harry breathed, and he felt the bird's golden claws squeeze his shoulder gently

So I made Ginny write her own farewell on the wall and come down here to wait. She struggled and cried and became very boring. But there isn't much life left in her... She put too much into the diary, into me. Enough to let me leave its pages at last... I have been waiting for you to appear since we arrived here. I knew you'd come. I have many questions for you, Harry Potter.

Riddle opened his mouth, but froze.

He's not as gone as you might think Harry retorted. He was speaking at random, wanting to scare Riddle, wishing rather than believing it to be true

Harry's brain seemed to have jammed. He stared numbly at Riddle, at the orphaned boy who had grown up to murder Harry's own parents, and so many others... At last he forced himself to speak.

A crimson bird the size of a swan had appeared, piping its weird music to the vaulted ceiling. It had a glittering golden tail as long as a peacock's and gleaming golden talons, which were gripping a ragged bundle.

Fawkes? Harry breathed, and he felt the bird's golden claws squeeze his shoulder gently

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