The Return

Chapter 1: The Memories

"OBLIVIATE!" Lockheart bellows, pointing one Ronald Weasley's taped up wand at two figures adorned in Gryffindor red robes.

Then, a burst of light exploded in the room, making it impossible to see anything except plain, utter white, as a deafening crash of rocks could be heard from a mile away, caving up one side of an entire archway. Harry, who had gotten flung to the other side of the blocked path, felt as if his head was about to split open and let all of his brain matter dripping out like a faucet. A second or a minute or two had passed where Harry lay on the floor in unbearable pain, and then, as if a light switch was flipped, images and brief flashes of colour started overwhelming Harry's senses. 

Nostalgia began to cloud his mind, like cotton being stuck into his earholes, making it hard to hear anything.

And suddenly, memories started flashing before his eyes, the time where he had lived with his family and when they left him, when he met a boy who soon became his best friend, when the two of them met with two other girls, raising a highly dangerous snake, and, the school that the four of them had built together, after years of research and horning their magic to barricade the castle even more so the magical kin may be able to learn about their world in peace and in no danger of being hunted.

In all those reminiscences, it all centred around one person: A lean man adorned in black and bottle green robes with snake patterns running down the sleeves and clasps of the robe. The man had dark hair that fell past his shoulders, pale skin and rare case of heterochromia iridum. The man, Salazar Slytherin. One of the four founders of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the few youngest Potions Master's and Master duelist, was him. Harry Potter.

Before he could come to terms with the memories flooding through his mind, a sharp poke of sound shatters the muffle circle clounding Harry's brain.

"Harry, are you alright!?" Ron's panicked voice flows through the cracks between the boulders.

It takes Harry a minute to recollect his thoughts and to get up, picking up his wand in the process, before he remembers to reply back, "Y-yeah, what about you?"

Straining his ears, he hears Ron heave a deep sigh, "I am," he says finally. "But, this git's not though. He got hit by the rocks and fell unconscious."

Harry shakes off his thoughts and replies, "It'll take ages trying to shift the rocks around so I should head over and try to find Ginny, while you could attempt to move the rocks until the hole is big enough to let a human go through." 

With that said, Harry began walking down the sub-familiar corridor with shedded snake skin and animal bones littered across the floor. This was the Chamber of Secrets.

The very chamber that he built hundreds of years ago.

Soon the distant noise of Ron shifting through the rocks thins out. The corridors turns and turns again as he crept along another bend, his wand steady and out of his pocket, as he continues, he sees a solid wall ahead that has two snakes intertwines with each other, littered with old, grimy gems that still shine even though it looks like it has been ages since the place was cleaned.

"Open" Harry lowly hisses, watching as the familiar clicks and clacks rang through the chamber, the serpents began to untangle themselves as the wall smoothly slid open and out of sight and only then did Harry step his foot inside. He was standing at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber.