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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot, a pc, a cat, and of course all the chapters’ typos and errors.(Hits head against the wall…which is about to collapse)

A/N: I am having problems when I try to log in into AFF, Seems it is on a blacklist or something? Is there another site where I can also post my story, with the mature contents, without being flamed or kicked out for it? If you do know pls leave me a review to inform me about it? Thank you.

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P.S. Thanks dear hubby for proofreading and Beta’ing. All Errors and typos are mine; somehow, I always mess up things, afterwards. lol

PPS Seems problems with teh site are solved well I still like to post this on another site, just in case, so that my readers could continue enjoying....

“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashback’

Chapter 20: Knock On Chamber Of Secrets Door.

She felt his strong arms wrap around her, strangely enough his gesture induced a sensation of safety, and warmth. She closed her eyes, trying to imbibe those oh so longed for feelings, like a dried sponge thrown in a pool, as much as she could, knowing that reality will crash down on her soon, but for mere seconds, she wanted to be cherished and loved, for no other reason but being herself, Hermione Jean Granger, not the know-it-all, not the bookish intelligent witch, not the brightest witch of her age, not the girl with solutions at the ready, just her, plain ol’ Hermione!

She wanted to simply let things happen and not take responsibility or think of the consequences, to shut her mind and let her body simply be.

To not think of what she must do, or what was expected of her, she was so exhausted, inside, her body was working fine, but her mind and soul were worn out, by all the treasons, betrayals she would have never believed possible.

Even the Headmaster lied to her, manipulated her, abused her trust, and to think she was ready to die for all of them, she gave her family up to stay with the Order and help defeat Voldemort, to help the Light! What light? All she was seeing now was a bleak darkness, all her convictions were crumbling under the assault of misgivings, and she needed a break! She knew also that this respite was short lived; still she tried to make the best of it, embraced in his arms, shushed by his velvety soft voice and caressing fingers.

The witch was going paler by the minute, for her mind, like a well-oiled machine did not give her any reprieve. She was praying to all deities that it was all in her head, another one of her Coma’s side effects, that all she heard so far about her “friends”, and the Order and Dumbledore were not true…she was deathly white, eyes red and puffy, tear tracks smearing her livid cheeks.

Nevertheless, bit by bit, regaining her composure, a napkin transfigured by Draco helped wipe away the residual tears and mucus, blowing her nose, she finally settled down, and prepared for hard truths, she needed to, she had no other options. A meltdown was the last she wanted to go through, mainly not before those cold-hearted Slytherins, however she did, and she won’t be crying over spilt milk, enough crying already! Since she woke up, all she did was crying, it was like some jester loosened the valves of her lachrymal glands, and the waterworks couldn’t be stopped.

Her hands were squeezing one another in her lap, making a mess of the napkin under the table. She did not want to believe it, but her surroundings, what she saw until now and heard, couldn’t be brushed aside, facts were simply that, facts!

The ease with which her other friends talked about their new life and Regime, the fulfillment and happiness had shown from their eyes, while praising and almost worshiping the wizard who was, for 7 long years a constant threat to her and the Order. Such truths you simply cannot deny!

All of this implied many gaps; events were taking place, while she was in deep coma. While he and his Death Eaters helped her survive and comeback, unscathed, he could have let her die, She cannot deny it. Without him she would have been either dead or worse turn into another Longbottom!!

The ache in her heart was staggering, the feeling of betrayal so excruciatingly painful, she couldn’t draw in enough oxygen, a burning ulcer invaded not only her abdomen but her whole being, and one question kept repeating itself in her mind, like a broken record ‘why?’

“Yes Hermione, it was deceitful Albus Dumbledore in his Machiavellian MO who used this ‘unobjectionable’ healing spell on you, to tamper with and diminish your magical power”. Lord Voldemort voice took on a hard steely edge.

She was devastated but she had to know the “truth” since what she took for truth differed diametrically from his, it contrasted it with it rather, like black and white. Huskily she breathed “Why would he do such a thing to me?”

A long exhaling breath was heard from the Dark Lord; next he looked at the table and the men around him and said, “ It is going to be a long conversation…” He paused then stood up, “Zabini, you will resume your duties, and cover for Malfoy for a while, Severus we will use your Distributor, young Malfoy come with us”.

Helping a bewildered Hermione to her feet, while one of the floor to ceiling shelves opened like a door, and a small room, like a muggle elevator, could be seen. Severus followed by Draco, went in, and the Dark Lord ushered her in the same direction, by gently wrapping an arm around her shoulders, moving ahead.

It was weird, and yet familiar to her, since they all stood, like in any muggle lift, and Severus touched his wand to a circular button with the number 4 engraved on it, and in two seconds, they all appeared in the Hallway of the 4^th floor, in front of the Lord Voldemort’s office double door, a hand of the Supreme Leader let the two door slide open.

She felt nothing during the “trip”! No tugging at her navel, no dizzy and nauseous feeling in her stomach, like when side-apparating, nothing! It did not take them more than seconds. Yes, mix wormholes add space/time and sprinkle some of Lord Voldemort’s knowledge, and bake for 2 years in Hermione’s coma, let stand for 3 days and there you have it, Distributors!

They entered his office, the witch following robotically, and he ordered them to take a seat in the sitting area, and after that he called for Brandon the house-elf.

“How can I assist you my Lord?” asked the house elf with butler suit after bowing down,

“Brandon, We will have sandwiches, finger foods here for late lunch, make all appear on the coffee table.”

Sitting near the witch on the comfortable leather couch, facing the two other Slytherins, he waited for one minute and on the big coffee table, in the middle, plates of the requested lunch and jugs of water and juice, appeared. The Dark Lord took an empty plate and selected pieces of what was served, and gave it to Hermione, filled her a glass of water after asking her what she wanted to drink, and then served himself, in the same time the other two men followed his lead.

Chewing on her sandwich, not really tasting anything, Hermione thought about all the new information, words were twirling in her head. She was at a loss of what to think, how could she believe that the always-smiling wizard, with twinkling blue eyes, who loved lemon-drops, and sweets in general, whose features competed with Santa’s in goodness and benevolence could be this underhanded and insincere fraud!

Trying to reign in her shattered thoughts, the “realities” she woke up to not three days ago seemed more like an endless nightmare, where nothing made sense. The good guys were bad and the bad were good, and she was stuck in the middle, not knowing who to believe, and how all of this came to be. The boulder-hard lump that stuck in her throat made it hard for her to talk but she had to ask why, what was the rationale behind Dumbledore’s actions?

They relied on her in the Order, her research, her knowledge, she was always protecting Harry and pulling both him and Ron from sticky situations, they needed her magic, why would Albus try to cripple it?

What were his reasons for such duplicity? Why would he try to contain her magic? From the time when she started at Hogwarts, he always told her he trusted her to do right by the boys! He also said, later on, she was an asset for the Order.

Come to think of it, He always said these things in a manner that made them sound like her duties to be always by the duo side, to help and even protect them at times! And now that she is thinking about it, what was the meaning of asset for him? A tool to be used? A plus? Was she simply an ambulant library that they consulted, when necessary, and then put aside?

Lord Voldemort deep baritone pulled her from her questioning, “ To answer your question Hermione, as to why he did it, I will simply say, he couldn’t have had a muggle-born witch’s magic outshine and in consequence outperform ‘The Boy Who Lived’ or the Chosen One’s magic.” He took a deep breath and then resumed explaining Dumbledore’s scheme.

“Given no choice, because he wanted to use your abilities, knowing if anyone could help these two, it would be you, he had to find a way to keep you in the shadow of both the Weasley dolt and martyr Potter.”

Hermione was surprised by this bit of information she voiced her take on this whole matter by saying” but…I always was lousy in DADA! I was not a good duelist like Harry was!”

The Supreme Leader smiled to her, then tried to correct her misunderstanding ”Little one, it has nothing to do with your dueling skills. He constricted your magical core because it was more powerful than Harry’s. When every student goes to Hogwarts, for the first time, what do they measure before the Sorting Hat ceremony? The Magical Power, don’t they?” Hermione nodded in agreement.

“When they measured your magical power Hermione, and Severus here could attest to it, they found out that you had one of the highest levels of magical core powers, which means Hermione, if you cast a spell, it flows without space/time hindrance, said spell leave your wand, or hand for that matter, keeping constant velocity and impact potency, until it hits its target, your stream is continuous, meaning witch …”

“… I can do wandless and non-verbal magic easily” Hermione butted in, but in a dazed way!

She always found it easy to do some simple wandless stuff, like lifting a quill, or cleaning some ink spots on her fingers. But difficulties almost always arose when she tried more complex spells.

She felt most of the time that something was holding her magic back, containing it, sometimes when she stubbornly tried harder, this ‘clogging’ used to reach painful levels. She had many uncontrollable magic spouts, and other times, akin to a blocked sieve, her magic felt sifting very slow and weak, losing momentum and force, her nonverbal magic made her feel the same congestion in her stomach, and usually it was followed by a sensation of being stuffed but not physically, it gave her headaches and migraines.

All of her past calamities were because the headmaster decided that she should not outdo her best friend’s magic? She was not doing this on purpose! It was her magic; born with her, it was not like she stole it from Harry!

Having no qualms reading her mind, the Dark Lord squeezed her shoulder then said, “ No you stole nothing from no one Hermione. It is the double-faced hypocrite Albus Dumbledore who tried to use you, and ruin your life, like he did so many others.”

Hermione was desperate for answers now “ How did you know? And he definitely had some reason aside from Harry to do this, it is totally contradictory to encourage me to help the boys, and always be by their side and protect them, and then block my magic, how can I do that without magic? ” Severus shared a look with his Master, before answering

“You’re Absolutely right miss Granger, but let me first apologize to you, for the bad joke, I pulled a while ago, It was not my intention to insult you or your knowledge, in any way!”

The Gryffindor golden girl almost let her jaw slacken, to go with her bulbous eyes, but controlled herself at the last minute, and choked on a piece of fruit, she was swallowing. The world must have come to an end, and she was dead!

To hear her professor Severus Snape, the ‘greasy git, dungeons’ bat, the stern Potions’ Master’ apologize to her, is unheard of. Her ears were doubting the message’s accuracy and the words’ precision, while her brain was insisting on a double-check, no scratch that, triple or quadruple check, of this mind-boggling message, received clearly? Now here is the question, because it’s simply beyond any stretch of the imagination, to hear Snape apologize to anyone, let alone a Gryffindor know-it-all!

True to himself, the ‘Chief’ as the PHACS staff call him, smirked at her and continued

“I will explain to you why, since I was there, doing my job.” He commented sarcastically and resumed ”When McGonagall went to meet you and your family, she noticed that your magical aura was very powerful, once back to Hogwarts, she told Albus, who of course wanted you in the Gryffindor House, and with his two ‘protegés’. He underestimated you, or your magic rather, until the Magical Power measurements took place.”

Nodding to her professor Hermione remembered how all the 1^st year students were asked to cast a spell on a small device, with numbers on it like a muggle barometer, the more powerful the spell, the higher a colored Gold liquid rose in the transparent tube. She also remembers a second of hushed exclamations following her spell, when many teachers looked at one another shocked, including Dumbledore who was looking broodingly at her. She still has a clear image of the Gold liquid reaching a very high number of 175 or so on a scale of 250mp, or magical power.

“He noticed your powers were beyond Harry’s which were 140 Miss Granger, and he couldn’t have that, since he was promoting Harry as the Savior of the Wizarding world, the Chosen one and the Boy who lived. He couldn’t have a muggle-born surpass the boy that was his ward.” Severus scoffed at the last word.

“He took you to his office then, and asked you to tell the Sorting Hat that you wanted to be in Gryffindor, telling you ‘it was the most suitable house for you’ when you said you will do as he says, he swished his wand at you twice, and after obliviated that part of how he’d asked you to do it, and inserting a false memory of you choosing said House, on your own”

“But this still does not explain why he kept me with Harry if he did not want my magic power to be known? I could have helped Harry even if I were to be in any other House!”

Severus shook his head negatively and tried to explain the situation better.

”No miss Granger, he wanted you to help his two disciples academically, because he knew he had 2 dunderheads at the time who definitely were not prone to scholarly pursuits like you. He put you there to do their homework for them, and keep them in line in that regard. To pull them out of sticky situations, when needed, and you couldn’t have done this if you were confined in another’s House Dormitory, away from them. He wanted them under your watch, while you miss Granger were under his!”

Hermione was hoping against hope to find some loopholes in these explanations, but since Albus Dumbledore used an obliviate on a 1^st year student, after coercing said student to choose a specific House, was absolutely immoral! Let alone the two swishes he inflicted on the student, a healing spell that which turns into a “Curse” if used on a healthy person, not to mention their magical core! He nearly stopped her magic from working correctly, or at all.

“How did you know all of this? He must have been alone with me when he did this!… What about the Subsisto Cruor he constricted my magical core with?”

“ I will leave the last question to My Lord to give the explanation, as how I knew it is really simple Miss Granger I was there, with McGonagall and him…”

“What?” Hermione almost stood up from her seat; and in the same time she was so taken-aback she couldn’t force her legs to move. She shook her head not believing that her idol, her Transfigurations’ professor could have been an accomplice in this crime! She could maybe understand Severus being indifferent to her fate, or the manipulative actions of the headmaster since it did not concern any of his House students, but McGonagall?!

“Yes Miss Granger, McGonagall was there too and knew what he was doing step by step, and honestly at the time I did not know what he did before obliviating you, I saw his wand's flicks and swishes on your body, but I did not really think much of it until I heard her ask him if it was not dangerous for the girl. From then on I was very suspicious, because no matter how good you performed in school, your spells weren’t as powerful as the Magic Measurer have shown that first year, I used Legilimency on McGonagall, who was told that he used a spell to ‘control’ your magical power. Lord Voldemort told me of what he did later.”

The velvety voice had a venomous edge to it when he continued from where Severus stopped, ” Albus Dumbledore wanted to use your brain, and discard your magic, for his benefit Witch. Because through Harry he thought he could reach the Chamber of Secrets, and enter it, since he cannot speak Parseltongue. Then after he used Ginny, exactly as I thought he would.”

The Gryffindor princess was rubbing her temples, trying to cope with the salvo of disturbing information both wizards were shooting at her, non-stop. Merlin! Each answer given was bringing about tens of questions, in tow. The whole situation reminded her of the Triwizard Tournament maze, with twist, turns and very bad surprises as well!

“Why would Dumbledore want to enter the Chamber of Secrets? We’ve been there, we destroyed two of your Horcruxes there, the diary and Hufflepuff cup, and you said they never existed!!”

“Hermione, what do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?” Lord Voldemort asked.

“It was built by Salazar Slytherin, before his fight with the other 3 founders, on Blood status importance, he did not want muggle-borns in the school. So he built it under the dungeons, which could be reached through the second-floor girls lavatory, aka Moaning Myrtle, the girl you killed with the basilisk! A snake-engraved sink tap opens the entrance to it, through a passageway, if you can speak parseltongue. Legend has it that Salazar Slytherin had the Basilisk hidden there so that when the Heir of Slytherin meaning you opens the Chamber the snake will be out and killing muggle-borns! Which it did occur with you, and again when you possessed Ginny and made her let the snake out, the damn snake petrified many including me!”

Hermione heard the three Slytherins chuckle; Draco was shaking his head as if not believing what she just said! Irritated with their condescending smirks. Merlin! Don’t these Slytherins know but two facial expressions? Smirks and scowls! She screeched “ I do not think that people petrified by a basilisk and almost dying is that funny!”

Draco replied, “ You had some of Salazar Slytherin’s History totally wrong Hermione.”

“Oh ! No! You just did not say that?! I have read the books in Hogwarts’ library so don’t dare start with your ‘I know better than you Slytherin’s History because I am of the snakes’ House’ damn it!” her voice was growing louder with each word she uttered, her eyes shooting daggers, while pointing her index finger at him. Draco just pulled his hands up, palms facing her, in a calming gesture, trying to explain, ” Just don’t kill me yet all right? I said some of not all of it!”

The sound of a chortle near her, made her flip her head to the side fast, and she saw the Dark Lord shaking his head and grinning ironically, she frowned, she wanted to wipe his laugh with a slap so bad, her hand twitched.

“Ah! The precious little things called details. All right, Hermione time to correct some misinformation, in order to move on. We need yet to tackle the bulk of matters.” His tone transformed all of a sudden into business like, solemn Leader.

Hermione was really fed up! What is wrong with the man? One moment he’s chuckling, the next he’s all grim and stern. Merlin, take a break from the Multi-personalities, or better yet, give yourself a whiplash, why don’t you?!

“Gentlemen, I am sure that Hermione had little time to adjust. We tend to forget that she’d been awake for only three days. It is a bit too much for anyone to take in, mainly the Order and the conniving cheat’s schemes, while we had years to do so. Let’s cut the witch some slack!”

Upon hearing this, the witch who had been cut some slack by no other than the Supreme Leader, almost wanted to throttle him. ‘Is he insinuating that I am slow? An idiot? Who cannot understand what’s been said to her?’

She turned so fast towards him she almost made herself dizzy, her hair started to crackle as if electrified, face red and eyes murderous, she breathed from her nose, and between gritted teeth, she breathed slowly “ What are you trying to say…sir?”

‘Uh Oh!’ Thought Draco, ‘No Hermione, don’t …please!’ While Severus, even if his face was not showing any expression, was waiting for an explosion like the one that occurred in his office, not half an hour ago. Now the difference is, Lord Voldemort is not prone to patience, and doesn’t take defiant behavior or any attitude, bar from respectful, for that matter, …Kindly. ‘The witch needs to get a grip and now!’

Lord Voldemort in the meantime was studying her face thoroughly, then firmly replied his gleaming red eyes piercing her Mocha ones “What I am trying to explain to both gentlemen present Hermione, that we need to give you time to adjust and digest the news you were receiving, non-stop since you woke up” He finished his sentence, his eyes never leaving hers, yet his left hand captured her right one, then laid it between his both palms, and massaged it gently in a soothing motion.

The red haze that was clouding her reason, dissipated slowly, and she felt her cheeks redden for a totally different reason now, she tried to pull her hand back, but to her astonishment, and despite the gentle hold he had on it, she could not free it, since he put a minute pressure, and there you have it, hand stuck there, between his large ones!

In the meantime, his right hand middle finger started a motion of up and down on her palm, then a circular one, then another side to side, and again a rotating one, up, down, relentlessly…

She knew he was enacting what he wanted to do …somewhere else, maybe with different appendage? At the thought, she felt her bones melting. If he continued like this, she will soon become Hermi-ooze, goop leaking out slowly, through all of her openings, one in specific she really should not be thinking about, right now, because she was sure he would have to clean the couch, again! Thank you Isis she was not sitting in his lap, and she still got her pants on!

His dark lecherous twisted smile, followed by the point of his tongue licking his upper lip, while his finger was in constant motion, on her palm, made a shiver run up her spine, like an electric jolt, and she would have bet her life on it, he felt her quiver, because his smile got wider, darker, and purely voracious!

From the depth of a well, whether it was him or her in there, she couldn’t make it out, but she heard him continue his talking, deliberately slowly, and huskily, though the issue discussed was definitely not fitting the tone, but she listened, her eyes captivated, by the lips moving, the sneak peeks she had now and then of his tongue and teeth, as if he was talking in slow-motion, or so she thought.

“Salazar Slytherin was not against accepting Muggle-borns in Hogwarts. He was opposed to bringing them to school, then after finishing their studies, sending them back and leaving them to fend for themselves, against the muggles who were at the time afraid of their own shadow, with the Inquisition spreading in all of the continent, no one was ready to help or hide a witch or wizard, and the slightest hint about someone doing magic, whether true or not, usually ended up with the accused dead.”

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a second then looked at her again and resumed his explanations; “I know you have studied the Persecutions of the witches and wizards, through the ages, finally resulting in the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, in 1689. That was the main reason for the misunderstanding, between the four founders. He wanted these muggle-borns to stay in the Wizarding world to keep them safe, or not bring them in at all, so that they would not be discovered doing magic and be killed at the stake. Imagine yourself Hermione, after all this time in Hogwarts, going back to the muggle world and not use your magic…could you do that?”

Hermione had to admit she couldn’t, what was the use of learning something if you cannot use it. “ No I can’t, I would feel like half of me is dead”

“Exactly what all those muggle-borns felt at the time. Despite the consequences, they took the risk, and ended up dead. To prevent such losses, Salazar wanted them to stay and not go back to the death. While the others persisted on the freedom of choice! From there on out, many other misinterpretations were added because the stories relayed were not accurate, ending in accusing Salazar of bigotry against muggle-borns, while in fact he was trying to save them.”

“The Ghost, or Professor Binns told you Salazar was bigoted as well when you asked about the Chamber of secrets. That is precisely why Dumbledore kept him as a history teacher despite his poor teaching skills, it is to mislead the students, and further undermine Houses’ accord, which he started working on since he became teacher.” The Supreme leader finished, scoffing at the last word.

“If this is true why all Slytherins in Hogwarts were bigoted and prejudiced, you have an example here in Draco Malfoy. Just to name one!” Hermione answered looking at the accused wizard with disappointed eyes. His stormy gray eyes were sad. He tilted his head down, shaking it a bit, and clasped his hands in his lap.

The witch lost contact with the unhappy blond when she heard his leader saying “Don’t be harsh on young Malfoy, little witch, he did what he was told to do, including play the bigot, he never was one, and will never be. It was done following my orders. Lucius told his son to act like this for a specific reason, towards any of Dumbledore’s disciples.”

Shocked Hermione looked again at Draco, who appeared hopeful, looking at her with his Puss ‘n Boots eyes, and pouty lips, a look she knew by heart and just couldn’t resist. He was so like a Siamese cuddly cat, and he knew how to make her heart melt and forgive him. He used this secret weapon of his, a lot when they were at the Order’s Headquarters. She smiled, a tiny grin then turned to her interlocutor again and said almost snorting, and pointing towards Malfoy “ We thought he was the Heir of Slytherin, so we used the Invisibility cloak to follow him around, then I made polyjuice to go into the Slytherins common room…”

Snape chimed in on the conversation, “ I knew it! I was right! You were the one who burrowed some ingredients from my cupboard!” His stern face made her giggle, she said between chortles “Yes, and what makes me happy is that you were never able to prove it” She unkindly smiled at him, he shook his head and a smirk slipped on his face, the chit was more Slytherin than anything else, sometimes! Draco in the meantime was smiling and shaking his head then said “ Really Hermione? Me ?! The heir of Slytherin? Who came up with this preposterous conclusion? Must have been the Weasley dunce!”

“No, actually it was Harry who thought of this” Hermione replied sadly. Malfoy and the other men looked at her, expecting another meltdown, but she shook her melancholy, and then asked, “Why did Dumbledore want to go into the Chamber?”

The Dark Lord answered this time” Because he wanted the Resurrection Stone, and the other treasures that he knew must be hidden there.”

Thoughtful Hermione asked “ But we went there, there was only that big room with the immense statues of Salazar and the Basilisk corpse…”

“Why do you think it is called the Chamber of secrets Hermione?” The Dark Lord asked, still he did not wait for an answer and continued, “ What you reached is only the…how to put it? …Reception hall …there are many secrets no one could have known about except the real heir of Slytherin. One of them is that the Lavatory sink is not the only way into that Chamber. Do you think Salazar would go in there through sewage pipes? ” He smiled sarcastically as if remembering something funny.

Hermione indeed asked herself, many times before, how one of the founders of Hogwarts couldn’t come up with a better entrance to that damn chamber! It was not logical at all, that a wizard of his caliber would create such an entrance! She was so curious to know about it “ So …uh…how do you enter in there via another route?”

Lord Voldemort chuckled “ It was Dumbledore who knew that Hogwarts was refurbished and supplied with sewage pipes, one of them lead to that Chamber. He got the information from an old History book about Hogwarts Architecture, which he kept in his office. But couldn’t use it since he couldn’t speak parseltongue. So he first tried to use me, then potter and finally Ginny.”

“You mean to tell me that He knew you were the Heir of Slytherin, when you were at school as Tom Riddle?” Hermione was shocked!

“No, He only knew that my Mother Merope Gaunt was related to Salazar, which meant I could speak it myself, and the Heirlooms of the Family must have included the Gaunt ring and he wanted it, through me, whether it was in the chamber or not, he did not care.”

Something clicked all of a sudden in her head “ Oh! Godric! He was using Harry also to get into the Chamber?”

“Not only Harry. Dumbledore, by the way, thought Harry was the Heir of Slytherin at first, that is why he made sure to keep him under his control. He used Ginny as well” The Dark Lord could almost see the cogs, gears and wheels turning in her head.

“But the Diary …the Horcrux…you possessed Ginny! … Harry went down to save her…how did he use this to get the Gaunt Ring?”

“Because he knew about the Diary from Ginny and he told her to keep it, and keep corresponding with Tom, or Lord Voldemort” The wizard snickered, and the witch near him just looked at him like he sprouted another snake’s head.

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