Harry's Great Basilisk Hunt and The Paedophile Lord

Harry, Ron, and Raja sat beside Hermione's sleeping** form** in the hospital wing.

Ron sniffed. "She looks peaceful. Like she's just studying in her sleep."

Raja smirked. "That tracks. If anyone could study while unconscious, it's Hermione."

Harry, replacing the withered flowers by her bedside, noticed a crumpled piece of paper in her hand.

Ron, ever the detective, gasped. "Evidence!"

Raja rolled his eyes. "Yes, Watson, it's not like it was conveniently placed in her hand for dramatic effect."

They unfolded it.

"Basilisk…" Harry muttered, reading the page. "That's the monster."

Raja leaned in. "So, a giant murder noodle has been roaming Hogwarts?"

Ron paled. "And we didn't notice?"

Harry's brain connected the dots. "Wait… it's moving through the pipes!"

Ron groaned. "Great. Now I have to be terrified of plumbing."

As the realization settled, Professor McGonagall's voice boomed over the castle.

"All students must return to their dormitories immediately. Professors, report to the second-floor corridor."

The boys ran towards the commotion.

On the wall, a new message was scrawled:

"Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever."

Ron turned whiter than Nearly Headless Nick. "Ginny…"

McGonagall confirmed his fears. "Miss Weasley has been taken."

Raja smirked. "Finally. Some action."

Ron gawked. "DID YOU JUST—"

Raja patted his shoulder. "Relax, we're about to be legendary."

Meanwhile, Lockhart was volunteered (read: bullied) by McGonagall and Snape to go save Ginny.

Raja grinned. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Knowing Lockhart would try to weasel his way out, the trio stormed into his office.

Sure enough, he was packing.

"Urgent… uh… business call!" Lockhart stammered.

Ron growled. "Ginny is in trouble, and you're running away?!"

Raja leaned against the door. "You know, boys, Lockhart's a fraud."

Harry blinked. "Wait, what?"

Raja nodded. "He steals other wizards' achievements, erases their memories, and takes the credit."

Ron's jaw dropped. "You absolute git!"

Lockhart tried to Obliviate them.

Raja, already prepared, casually disarmed him mid-spell.

Lockhart blinked at his empty hands. "Oh."

Raja smirked. "Yeah, 'oh.' Now, let's go visit Myrtle."

Myrtle perked up when the boys arrived.

"Oh, Harry! Are you finally here to join me in the afterlife?"

Harry coughed. "Uh… no. Just… need to ask about your death."

Myrtle pouted. "Typical."

She recounted hiding from bullies, hearing someone speaking a strange language, seeing giant yellow eyes, and… poof! Dead.

Harry squinted. "Wait… bathroom… snake carving on the sink!"

Raja clapped. "Boys, we have our entrance."

Standing in front of the sink, Harry took a deep breath and hissed, "Open."

Raja translated it "In the name of Merlin Open this Cursed Door"

The sink morphed into a gaping tunnel.

Lockhart, sweating bullets, tried to retreat.

Raja pushed him in first "Check the Depth please".

"AHHHHH—"

Ron stared. "That… was satisfying."

Harry and Ron readied to jump in.

Myrtle winked at Harry. "If you die, you can share my toilet."

Harry's soul left his body for a moment.

Raja, dying of laughter, jumped in last.

They landed in a massive bone pit.

Ron freaked. "WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BONES?!"

Raja grinned. "Welcome to the Snake's All-You-Can-Eat Buffet."

They ventured forward and found a giant snakeskin.

Ron swayed. "That's way too big."

Lockhart chose this moment to grab Ron's wand.

"Sorry, boys. Can't have any witnesses!"

He cast Obliviate.

Ron's broken wand backfired.

BOOM.

Lockhart slammed into the wall. A rockslide collapsed behind him, separating the trio.

Lockhart sat up, dazed. "Who am I?"

Ron, glaring, grabbed a rock and knocked him out.

Harry groaned. "Well, that's one problem solved."

Raja stretched. "Alright, we move forward."

Harry reached the final massive stone door, adorned with serpentine designs.

With a deep breath, he hissed, "Open."

The door creaked apart, revealing darkness.

Raja grinned. "Time to meet the Big Noodle and the Heir who stole my Limelight."

Harry and Raja entered the Chamber of Secrets, their footsteps echoing ominously.

"Ginny!" Harry gasped, spotting her unconscious body clutching Riddle's diary. He rushed to her side, shaking her. "Wake up!"

Raja, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes. "Something smells extremely villainous in here."

A slow, chilling chuckle filled the chamber.

"Well done, Harry," came a voice as Tom Riddle stepped out of the shadows.

Raja crossed his arms. "Riddle, you two-bit poltergeist, explain right now why you thought Ginny deserved the title Heir of Slytherin over me?"

Riddle blinked. "What?"

"I mean, I clearly have more Slytherin traits! Cunning? Check. Ambition? Through the roof. Fashion sense? Untouchable. And yet, here you are choosing a Elven-year-old girl you Paedophile?!"

Riddle scowled. "This isn't about—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your evil monologue? Please, proceed."

Riddle rubbed his temples. "You're insufferable."

Raja smirked. "And yet, here we are."

Riddle, clearly regretting every decision that led him to this moment, explained how Ginny had been writing in the diary, confiding her secrets to him, allowing him to control her.

"She did my bidding—unleashing the Basilisk, scrawling threats on the walls—"

Raja snorted. "Right, because adorable, clumsy Ginny Weasley makes for an excellent criminal mastermind."

Riddle ignored him and turned to Harry. "Do you know why you survived Lord Voldemort's attack?"

Harry tensed. "Because of my mother's sacrifice."

Riddle smiled. "No, because I am Lord Voldemort."

With a dramatic flourish, he waved his wand, rearranging the letters of his name to spell:

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.

Raja whistled. "That's a stretch, mate. Tom, I think you just played Scrabble too aggressively."

Riddle glared. "Oh, shut up."

Riddle, clearly done with Raja's nonsense, smirked. "No matter. Soon, Ginny will die… and I will rise again!"

Harry clenched his fists. "Dumbledore—"

"—is gone," Riddle sneered. "His era is over."

As if on cue, Fawkes the phoenix swooped in, dropping the Sorting Hat at Harry's feet.

Riddle burst out laughing. "A bird and a hat? Pathetic."

Then, speaking Parseltongue, he commanded the massive stone mouth of the Slytherin statue to open.

From the darkness, a gigantic Basilisk slithered out, fangs gleaming.

Raja nudged Harry. "Wear these."

Harry blinked as Raja handed him sunglasses.

"…Really?"

"Basilisks petrify people through eye contact. these are enchanted alchmey Eye wear, we won't become petrified."

Harry reluctantly put them on. The first wizard battle… in sunglasses.

Raja then telekinetically yanked the Sorting Hat, shoved his hand inside, and pulled out The Sword of Gryffindor.

Harry gawked. "What am I supposed to do with this?!"

Raja grinned. "Go kill the snake."

Then he shoved Harry forward.

Harry: "—WHAT?!"

Riddle, meanwhile, had drawn his wand. "Kill him!" he commanded the Basilisk.

Harry bolted opposite direction, blindly casting spells backwards and sword in his hand.

Meanwhile,

Riddle: "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

Raja: "Oh, absolutely. A whiny ghost with daddy issues and a severe case of anagrams."

Riddle: "I AM LORD VOLDEMORT."

Raja: "Yes, yes, we all saw your little Scrabble game. Very creative. But tell me, Riddle, does your ghostly existence come with a refund policy? Because you're clearly defective."

Riddle: "Silence, you insolent fool! I am the greatest wizard to ever live!"

Raja: "Oh sure, because 'great' wizards need teenage girls to do their dirty work. What's next, Voldy? Are you going to haunt someone's diary collection forever?"

Riddle: "You dare mock me?!"

Raja: "Dare? Buddy, mocking you is a privilege."

Riddle: "Enough! Let's see if you can laugh while I end you." (fires a hex)

Raja (dodging effortlessly): "Ooooh, scary. What was that? The 'Ticklish Curse'? Try harder, Tommy."

Riddle: "I'll obliterate you!"

Raja (yawning): "You sound just like my history professor. Loud, boring, and incapable of actually doing anything interesting."

Riddle: "Sectumsempra!"

Raja (casually deflects the curse mid-air): "Did you just throw Snape's homework at me? How original."

Riddle: "Enough of your insolence! Face your doom!"

Raja: "Face my doom? Oh no, I'm soooo scared." (blasts Riddle with a lightning spell, sending him flying)

Riddle: "GAAAH! STOP THAT!"

Raja: "You started it, Mister I-Am-Anagram-Lord!" (zaps him again for fun)

Riddle: "YOU INSOLENT—" (gets hit with another spell mid-sentence)

Raja: "What was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of me winning."

Riddle: "I HATE YOU."

Raja: "That's the spirit! Keep that rage alive, maybe one day you'll actually be scary."

Harry after lot of parkour and avoiding the snake attacks and he hid behind a pillar and the snake look for him in madness and became careless.

Fawkes dove in, clawing out one of the Basilisk's eyes.

Harry, seeing an opportunity, cast "Diffindo!"

The other eye was gone.

Riddle screeched, "You think that will stop it? It can still hear you!"

Raja casually zapped Riddle with a lightning spell.

Riddle: "WHY?!"

Raja: "I like watching you suffer."

The snake thrashed, tracking Harry by sound.

Harry hurled a rock to distract it and rushed back toward Ginny.

Riddle, losing patience, shouted, "She's almost gone, Potter!"

Raja casually fired another spell, sending Riddle flying.

Raja: "Eyes on me, old man."

Riddle: "I AM NOT OLD!"

Harry, meanwhile, was climbing the Slytherin statue.

The Basilisk lunged.

Harry leaped, grabbed the sword, and done a perfect summersault in the air 

STABBED the sword on the middle of the snakes head.

The Basilisk let out a final, piercing shriek before collapsing.

Riddle stared in horror. "No… impossible…"

Harry landed, victorious—only to realize… he has lost all of his strength and couldn't move his body and fall like a toy.

Riddle smirked. "You're dead, Potter."

Raja, who saw the jump tears in his eyes "What a epic kill better than the original".

To be continued…