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Voldemort, said Riddle softly, is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter...

Like what? Harry spat, fists still clenched.

Like what? Harry spat, fists still clenched.

Riddle opened his mouth, but froze.

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

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

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.

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

Imagine how angry I was when the next time my diary was opened, it was Ginny who was writing to me, not you. She saw you with the diary, you see, and panicked. What if you found out how to work it, and I repeated all her secrets to you? What if, even worse, I told you who'd been strangling roosters? So the foolish little brat waited until your dormitory was deserted and stole it back. But I knew what I must do. It was clear to me that you were on the trail of Slytherin's heir. From everything Ginny had told me about you, I knew you would go to any lengths to solve the mystery -particularly if one of your best friends was attacked. And Ginny had told me the whole school was buzzing because you could speak Parseltongue...

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

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

Imagine how angry I was when the next time my diary was opened, it was Ginny who was writing to me, not you. She saw you with the diary, you see, and panicked. What if you found out how to work it, and I repeated all her secrets to you? What if, even worse, I told you who'd been strangling roosters? So the foolish little brat waited until your dormitory was deserted and stole it back. But I knew what I must do. It was clear to me that you were on the trail of Slytherin's heir. From everything Ginny had told me about you, I knew you would go to any lengths to solve the mystery -particularly if one of your best friends was attacked. And Ginny had told me the whole school was buzzing because you could speak Parseltongue...

Like what? Harry spat, fists still clenched.

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.

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

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

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?

Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me he hissed.

Not what? snapped Riddle.

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

Why do you care how I escaped? said Harry slowly. Voldemort was after your time...

Not what? snapped Riddle.

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

Not what? snapped Riddle.

Voldemort, said Riddle softly, is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter...

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