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"What business?" Harry asked.
"The school needs to be cleansed of filth." The girl said.
Harry looked around and observed the dusty suits of armor. "Yeah, the old castle's getting quite dirty." Filch had been struggling to clean every mess since a prankster had decided that it would be fun to throw stink bombs at the opposite corridor during dinner.
"You want to help? I'm good at cleaning." Harry offered. The girl helped him with the tapestry after all and it was only proper to offer his services. "I know a few spells for that too."
The girl smiled at his offer. This young masked thief could be the first of her servants in his new order, and he was family after all.
"I can handle it..." The girl said confidently. "Dumbledore might suspect you. I don't want one of the heirs of Salazar Slytherin getting expelled. It is undignified for our proud heritage."
"The old coot?" Harry asked, wondering why Dumbledore would get angry for cleaning the school.
"I like what you call him." The girl cackled with delight. "I like you descendant. Meet me at the Halloween feast in the second year's bathroom. We have much to discuss."
"Okay..." Harry said. He yelped when he felt the long tongue of the basilisk gently tickle his face. He shivered in fear as he stared as the large snake passed him.
The girl nodded and walked off, her pet following her down the corridor. The entity needed more time to assume his form, and the girl was surprisingly strong willed. She was resisting even now, and young Tom riddle was trying to infuse his memories and personality into the young girl to make the transition easier.
Making sure that the corridor was clear, the young thief tucked the tapestry under his arm and faded towards his headquarters. He needed to ask the old man about this.
Harry waited while Nicholas Flamel paced his study, deep in thought. For once the young thief did not bother to even try and disturb the old man, since he knew from the master alchemist's face that the situation he was in was serious.
"Harry..." Nicky stopped pacing and looked at the boy sitting in his study. "How much do you know about Voldemort?"
"He's the Dark Lord that murdered my parents." Harry replied. "According to Hermione, he was the most powerful wizard in modern times, right next to Dumbledore."
"But do you know the man's history?" Nicholas asked. He stared at the books in his private shelf and frowned when he realized that he did not have the book he was looking for.
"Nothing..." Harry replied. "Is this related to the freaky girl named Tom?"
"Harry, Voldemort's true name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." Nicholas said seriously.
"Marlboro Riddle?" Harry asked.
"Marvolo Riddle." Nicholas corrected. "If what you are telling me is true, then he must have found a way to possess that girl."
"Are you serious?" Harry replied, shocked evident in his face. He thought that something was weird about the girl, but this piece of news completely blew him away.
"Very." The old man said grimly. "Only a few wizards know about his past, and I can count them on one hand. Tom Riddle is a half-blood. His mother was Merope Gaunt, the last direct pureblood descendant of Salazar Slytherin."
"He called me a descendant!" Harry remembered his earlier conversation with the freaky girl. "He said that I was a parseltongue."
"You speak Parseltongue?" Nicholas asked, shock evident in his voice. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I didn't know, alright?" Harry replied. "I just realized I was speaking Parseltongue when Tom pointed it out to me. And he told me I was safe from that humongous Basilisk since I was a descendant of Slytherin."
"Harry... did you look at the Basilisk's eyes?" Nicholas whispered.
"Yeah... they were big yellow eyes, like a lizard's." Harry said. "Tom called her Georgina."
"And he told you that he was going to cleanse the school?" Nicholas asked.
"That's what he said... he was going to clean it of filth." The young thief replied. He watched the old man pull a book from his shelf and handed it to him.
"How does Hogwarts, a History help?" Harry asked as he stared at the book he recognized as Hermione's favorite reading material.
"Fifty years ago... Tom Riddle opened the Chamber of Secrets. A young girl died, but the entrance to the chamber has never been opened." Nicholas said. He waved his hand, and the book in Harry's lap opened to the appropriate chapter.
Harry read a short paragraph on Hogwarts' myths and looked at the old man. "You think he's going to open it again? Is that what he means by getting rid of the filth? By... killing muggleborns?"
"That's the most logical conclusion." Nicholas said. "Though the one thing that puzzles me is how Voldemort managed to possess the girl?"
"Maybe she's under the Imperius curse?" Harry suggested.
"No... The Imperius curse does not have that much power," Nicholas replied. "Harry, this is serious business we're dealing with here, I want you to be very careful."
"I promise." Harry replied. "Tom... he invited me to meet him in the second year girl's bathroom at the Halloween feast. She... I mean he wanted to discuss something with me."
"Don't go Harry." Nicholas warned the young boy. "Tom might be up to something. I don't want you to be exposed to such dangers."
"But this could be the opportunity to find the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets!" Harry argued."Besides, I can escape whenever I want. And like Tom said, I'm safe from the Basilisk's gaze."
Nicholas was hesitant as he looked at the young boy. "Even If I tell you not to go, you'd still do it, wouldn't you?"
"Of course." Harry grinned. He had stumbled upon another mission, and an exciting one at that.
"Fine... the Halloween Feast will be one week from now, right?" Nicholas asked. When Harry nodded in confirmation he continued, "I want you to find out the identity of the girl Tom Riddle is possessing. No matter how powerful Voldemort is... he can't possibly maintain continuous control of the girl, or risk leaving his memories on the host."
"Okay." Harry nodded.
"Be careful, Harry." Nicholas warned again.
"I'll be fine..." Harry said. He looked at the old man and smiled. "You're acting like Aunt Penny."
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