It's OK, Omega is here! Wow, this took soooo much longer than I wanted it to. It was just supposed to be a few days, but then that turned into a week after an unexpected art project.

Edit: Reuploaded because I forgot the Stand Profile at the end like an idiot.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Things were tense once Hermione and Neville left. Harry's hands wouldn't stop twitching. He couldn't blink either because that would mean taking his eyes off Tom. Regardless, someone needed to break the silence and that would be Harry.

"So, how did you end up like this? Was it your lifelong goal to be trapped in a diary or did you piss it off and it trapped you inside like a genie?"

"No, nothing like that, this was my decision and it has aided in my true goal. My lifelong ambition to cheat death at every turn." Ginny's face once again twisted into an awful smile.

"Cheat death? What are you talking about?" Harry's eyes narrowed. His fingers twitched. Smooth Criminal's power boiled beneath the surface of his skin.

Tom either didn't hear Harry's question or had chosen to ignore it. "There is one thing I've been wanting to know, Harry Potter."

"And what's that?"

"How did you manage to kill me?" That one sentence sent chills shooting down Harry's spine like daggers. "I am an immortal being with limitless power at my disposal and yet, I was killed by a toddler with hardly any magic! So, I'll ask again, how did you kill me?"

"No. . . You can't be, not again!" His hands curled into fists. Smooth Criminal appeared, fists reared back in preparation for the coming fight.

"I see you've realized the nature of my true identity. Yes, Harry Potter, I'll confirm whatever suspicions left in your mind."

With Ginny's wand in hand, Tom wrote his name in fiery letters. Then, with a swish of the wand, they rearranged to spell a haunting message.

"I am Lord Voldemort! He is my past, present, and future, and right now, Harry Potter, he is your doom!"

"[Smooth Criminal]!" Harry urged his Stand forward as he charged the man himself. Once they were in range, Harry unleashed Smooth Criminal's rage. He wouldn't take anything and Madame Pomfrey could take care of any other injuries.

Harry expected to send Tom Riddle flying with injuries to his face cartilage. What he didn't expect was for his body, and by extension, Smooth Criminal, to move five feet to the right of his target.

"What the. . ."

Before he could react, Harry received a heavy punch to his gut. He went head over heels several times as the punch knocked him backward.

When Harry got back on his feet, he noticed that Ginny's body was glowing with a dark red light.

"This new power of mine, the reason I've decided to keep this blood traitor's body, you call it a Stand, don't you?" Tom smiled, full of malice and venom. "Smooth Criminal, Disco Panic, Fall Out Boy. You've all given them these ridiculous names, is there any point to it? Regardless, I decided to give my Stand its own proper name. Meet your fate at the hands of my [Twisted Sister]!"

The sight of Ginny's- of Tom's Stand made Harry want to vomit. Even worse than the feeling he got when he saw Master of Puppets last year, Twisted Sister felt wrong. It was a perverted Stand, one that Tom had twisted and manipulated into something disturbing, something bizarre.

Twisted Sister's skin was pale blue like the skin of someone who'd been out in the cold for far too long. Its lower half was a large skirt that covered its legs. It was black and made up of arrow signs pointing in an unending vortex. Harry noticed that its arms floated apart from its body, hovering nears its shoulders.

Bandages were wrapped tight around Twisted Sister's mouth. They were also wrapped around its eyes. Bandages made out of more swirling arrows. Its pitch-black hair fell limp and lifeless from its head.

"What the hell did you do to her?"

"Pick your jaw off the floor, Potter." That triumphant, infuriating, grin of Tom's set Harry's body on fire. If Harry were to grit his teeth any harder, they would shatter like glass. "I didn't do anything to it, Twisted Sister appeared to me like this. Perhaps dear Ginevra is more twisted than you imagined. Pardon the pun."

"You bastard!" Harry ran at Tom with Smooth Criminal in tow. Twisted Sister made a small come hither sort of motion with its hand.

Again, without warning, Harry moved. Not left or right, but forward, zooming ahead faster than Harry could move on his own. He stopped right in front of Tom and Twisted Sister. The latter of which was swinging down its fist, which connected with Harry's cheek and sent him flying.

"You'll have to try better than that, Potter."

"What are you doing to me?" Harry wiped the spittle off his face and stood up again.

Tom laughed. "You haven't figured it out yet? I'm disappointed in you, Harry. Maybe you should take a look at your feet for once, instead of charging ahead blindly."

Against his better judgment, Harry did look at his feet and he didn't like what he saw.

There were arrows coating the ground. From one end of the floor the other. They pointed in every direction. Harry couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it before.

"So, I go where the arrow goes?" Harry asked. The pain in his face and side strained his usual grin.

"Brilliant deduction, Mister Potter, how did you come up with that one?" Harry lifted his head to bite back at Tom and paused. His face switched between expressions like a bad computer glitch. From Tom's calm and measured look to pure unadulterated terror.

The faces switched several times before Tom returned

"My apologies. Ginny sometimes tries to regain control of her body before I can shove her back down again. My original plan would've been so much simpler, but having Twisted Sister at my disposal is worth it. Besides, she won't be giving me any trouble soon enough. . ."

"What are you talking about?" Harry grit his teeth and snarled.

"The longer Ginny's body is in possession of my diary, the more my soul replaces hers," Tom smirked. Harry felt like he'd been stabbed in the heart with an icicle. "The clock is ticking, Harry Potter. If you want to save the girl, I'd suggest you think of a solution and fast."

Tom's smug expression told Harry that he didn't believe Harry could win. At that moment, Harry was having trouble believing it himself.

"He-help. . ."

"Shut up, you stupid girl, and stop interfering!"

Harry whipped his head up. He watched as Ginny's expression switched between her fear and Tom's composure. Despite Tom's struggles, Ginny managed to get two words out to Harry.

"Help me!"

Seeing the tears pouring down Ginny's terrified face set Harry's blood on fire. It burned even hotter once Tom's suave and calm expression settled back onto Ginny's face. Tom scowled and wiped away the tears.

"Once again, I apologize, damn blood traitor should know her place by now. . ."

A plan started forming in Harry's mind. If Tom's soul was coming from the dairy, then that meant Harry needed to take it from him. No diary, no Tom, no possession. The perfect job for a master thief.

Harry launched off the ground, using Smooth Criminal's legs to give himself a boost. He expected Twisted Sister's ability this time. Expected the pull at his body that forced him forward. That's why he was already mid-swing when it happened. That way his fist was headed straight for Tom once he appeared in front of him.

Twisted Sister swiped her palm at Smooth Criminal's forearm. It painted an arrow onto Smooth Criminal's arm like a tattoo. In a flash, Smooth Criminal's arm, and Harry's, were lying on the cold, hard ground.

Harry yelped in pain.

"It was an admirable attempt, Potter, but you need to be smarter than that," Tom said.

Twisted Sister made another motion with its hands. A line of arrows pointing back appeared under Harry.

"Not this time!" Smooth Criminal punched the ground and shattered it. The arrow that had been there disappeared into nothing.

Tom raised an eyebrow askew, while Twisted Sister swiped at Harry again. Smooth Criminal tried to smack its hand away but the broken ground made their footing uneven. There was an arrow plastered across Harry's shirt and it sent him shooting backward.

Touching other arrows sent Harry flying all over the chamber. His impromptu journey ended once one arrow sent Harry facefirst into a wall. Harry wiped away the blood from his nose and glared at Tom.

"My, my, such a startling glare," Tom smirked and Harry growled.

Harry got back on his feet and dusted himself off. He was starting to realize that charging in headfirst wouldn't work. Smooth Criminal reached into its sleeves and then whipped his arm at Tom.

Tom didn't blink, not even as a brick came soaring towards his face. Twisted Sister swiped its hand at the flying object and it crashed into the ground. Harry grimaced and threw more objects from Smooth Criminal's sleeves. No matter how many he threw, Tom's Stand deflected them all.

"It's almost time, Potter, and I'm growing bored of playing with you." Tom's bored look did not betray the absolute glee shining through his eyes. " [Twisted Sister: Horror-Teria]!"

Twisted Sister reared back with its palms facing outward. Harry could see the silver band attached to its palms, the one with an arrow symbol embedded into it. Twisted Sister started punching the air. Her arms pulled back and forth like pistons on a sports car.

Harry had never watched 300, but even he knew the quote, "Our arrows will blot out the sun." Right now, that was true for an entirely different reason.

"[Smooth Criminal]!"

"TORU! Tor-RuRuRuRuRuRuRuRuRuRuRuRu!"

Without Twisted Sister activating them on contact, Harry found the arrows easy to destroy. But, even then, there were hundreds of them flying towards him. Smooth Criminal's speed couldn't keep up and arrows slipped through the cracks.

At the rain's end, Harry looked like he'd gotten several new tattoos. He looked from one end of the chamber to the other and saw that the arrows had painted the entire chamber black.

"If you wanted to give the place a paint job, I would've gone with a brighter color," Harry said. "Maybe some red and gold."

Tom chuckled, "Make your jokes, Potter. Horror-Teria will be the end of you, especially once I add in Twisted Sister's other ability!"

Harry tensed, trying to prepare himself and his Stand for whatever may come next.

Twisted Sister placed its palm onto its other arm. The floating appendage started rotating slowly. Harry's heart stopped dead in his chest once he saw the arrows plastered across its own skin.

"You can see it, can't you, Potter?" Tom's smirk spread from ear to ear as laughter spilled from his mouth. "The arrows on Twisted Sister's arm will make it spin faster and faster and then I'll use it to skewer you like a pig!"

"Not if I have anything to say about it, [Smooth Cri-]!"

"[Twisted Sister: Horror-Teria]!"

Harry stopped mid-attack as he jerked to the left, then to the right, then up and back down. Down. Up. Left. Right. Right. Left. Back. Forward. Diagonal. Sideways. Left. Left. Up. Right. Down. Right. Up. Down. Down. Down. Left. Up. Forward. Diagonal. Diagonal Right. Diagonal Left. Up. Right. Down. Leftrightup. Downleftdown. Rightleftleftleft. UpLeftdownuprightdownleftupleftrightdownupupup. . .

Everything was a blur. Harry lost track of which way up was a long time ago. He wanted to throw up so badly to get rid of the bile in his throat. But, every time he tried, the direction changed and it went right back down. All he could hear was the blood rushing around his ears.

Horror-Teria was what Tom had called it, wasn't it? He couldn't fault him for that name, this was horrible. Harry had experienced many different levels of hell over the years, this experience currently made it to the top three.

Harry could have cried once it ended. It took too long for his eyes to refocus. By the time he could see Tom's stolen body, he was shooting towards him. Towards the rapidly rotating arm aimed at his-

As Twisted Sister's fist plunged into his chest and came out his back, Harry moved this experience from the top three to number one.

The pain didn't come at first. Harry's body went completely numb before anything else. Blood spilling from Harry's mouth triggered the hellish pain. Nothing, absolutely nothing in Harry's entire life had hurt as much as this. If his windpipe wasn't flooding with his own blood, Harry would've screamed himself hoarse.

Once the ringing in his ears faded, Harry could hear Tom's awful cackling.

"So this is the great Harry Potter! I can't believe my older self died to you, killing you was so easy, you might as well have been a baby." Tom laughed so hard that his sides hurt. Harry laid silent, still impaled by Twisted Sister's arm. "Even with your Stand, you were no match for the might of my Twisted Sister!"

Harry whispered something that ended with him coughing up more blood.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear that you must speak up." Tom's smile went from ear to ear. Harry coughed up more blood. "Come again?"

Tom leaned in close. His blood-red eyes stared into Harry's fading green eyes with glee.

"Thanks. . . For bringing me. . . Closer, you son of a bitch!"

A fist slammed into Tom's gut and green energy surrounded his body. A bloody grin stretched across Harry's face. Smooth Criminal came into view, the diary was in his hands.

"NO!" Tom roared. He couldn't retrieve the diary. Twisted Sister still had Harry hanging on its arm. All he could do was watch as Smooth Criminal tossed the diary into the air.

"Game over. . . [Smooth Criminal]!"

"TORU! TOR-RURURURURURURURURURURURURURU! TORU! TORU! TORUUUUUUUUU!"

Tom screamed in pain as Smooth Criminal rendered the diary into scraps of paper. Each punch tore his soul away from Ginny's body, piece by piece. Tom let out one final scream before he disappeared into the ether.

Ginny's body went limp. Twisted Sister disappeared and Harry fell to the ground with a bloody splat. Life flooded back into Ginny's eyes, her soul was waking back up again. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the fuzzy feeling in her brain.

Her eyes focused on Harry's body and she screamed.

"Harry!" Ginny rushed over to him. Her shaking hands hovered over him. She had no idea if she should touch him or not. "What happened!? Who did this!?"

Hazy memories flashed before Ginny's eyes. Images of Harry hanging impaled from her arm. Ginny fell back, hands shaking even more than before, as tears filled her eyes.

"I. . . I-I did this. Oh my god, I'm a monster!" Ginny turned away as bile rose up in her throat.

Harry coughed, more blood spilled from his mouth, pulling Ginny's attention back to him. He made a weak grab at the sleeve of her robe and looked Ginny dead in the eye.

"Not. Your. Fault. . ." Harry wheezed. The light was starting to grow dim. "Tell the others. . . I'm sorry. . ."

On a night in January, blood seeped into the stone tiles of the Chamber of Secrets. A lone girl screamed, clutching at the dying body of Harry James Potter.

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Harry opened his eyes and found himself in a pure white void. All he could see was blank white in every direction. He looked down and saw red, his own blood, coating his hands, yet he felt no pain. The gaping wound remained but everything else was gone.

"Am I dead?" Harry wondered. He started walking forward with no direction, just moving for the sake of moving. He sighed. "Impaled on the arm of an eleven-year-old's Stand. Not how I saw myself dying. Surrounded by police during a bank heist gone wrong after allowing my accomplices time to escape, sure, but not like this."

Harry couldn't tell time in the void, but he felt like he'd been walking a while.

"This is a real shit afterlife," he said to the void. "At least send me to hell where there's fire to keep me warm."

A phantom appeared in front of Harry. It wasn't there and then it was like a phantom. It resembled an older, paler, much tidier version of Harry. He didn't know why, but Harry assumed that this was Tom Riddle, the younger Lord Voldemort.

"Guess you're stuck here too, huh?"

Tom glared at him, his form was hazy like a morning fog. He opened his mouth and screamed at Harry, yet no sound came out. Harry laughed at the idea of spending his afterlife with a mute Voldeteen.

Then, more color invaded the empty void. Green energy enveloped surrounded Tom's ghost. Harry recognized that shade of green. The same shade as his Smooth Criminal.

Tom started moving towards him. His hazy body was being sucked towards Harry.

"Stay back," Harry said, glaring at the spectre. Tom ignored him and kept moving forward. "I said, stay back!"

Harry threw a punch, but it went straight through his body. Tom's hazy form started being sucked into Harry. He looked down and saw that the haze was being used to patch up the hole in his chest.

"What's happening to me!?"

Before Harry could recieved an answer, the rest of Tom came forward all at once. They merged together. Tom Riddle was absorbed by Harry Potter and then Harry disappeared from the white void altogether.

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"Harry. . . Harry. . . Harry!"

His eyes flew open in response to his name and he sat up with a loud gasp of air. The fact that he could breathe was the most shocking thing Harry had heard all day. He looked up and saw his companions sitting at his side.

Neville and Hermione had been crying. Tears and snot covered their faces. They stared at him with absolute shock and joy. Mixing together to create a brand new emotion; shoy or possibly, jock.

Ginny was there too, he noticed, sitting a few feet away. Her face was also covered in tears along with a copious amount of blood staining her uniform. She looked just as happy as Hermione and Neville, yet also scared, guilty even.

"So. . . What'd I miss?" That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Hermione and Neville dog-piled onto Harry. Throwing their arms around him and holding on tight. "I'm guessing the answer is a lot."

"We- We- We- We found-" Hermione kept repeating herself like a literal broken record.

Harry bumped his forehead against hers. "Deep breathes, Hermione, in and out."

Hermione followed his instructions, then resumed her explanation. "We killed the Basilisk and rushed back here to help. But, by the time we got back, you were dead. That diary Ginny had started glowing a few seconds ago. It got really bright and then it turned to ash. Your body started healing itself after that."

Harry processed that for a moment. He flashed back to that white void and Tom Riddle's ghost. Pieces were coming together, but Harry wasn't sure he liked the picture they formed.

Smooth Criminal appeared in response to his user's summon. Harry stared at his Stand for the first time in a long time. He didn't find any answers in its one green eye.

Harry couldn't stop himself from wondering how much power Smooth Criminal actually had.

"I'm so glad you're not dead," Hermione said through his shoulder. "It would've been a nightmare explaining this to Professor McGonagall."

As Harry and his friends laughed until their sides hurt, he decided that it didn't matter right now.

He was alive.

His friends were alive.

And that was all that mattered.

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Stand Name: Twisted Sister

Stand User: Ginny Weasley

Namesake: Twisted Sister (Hair Metal Band)

Destructive Power: D

Speed: A

Range: E

Durability: C

Precision: A

Developmental Potential: C

Arrows: Twisted Sister places arrows onto things uses the silver bands attached to its palms. It can place them directly or throw them from a distance. The maximum amount that one arrow can move someone is five feet at a time. More arrows are needed for extra distance.

Also Known As: No bow, just arrows

Also Known As: Exxxtreme Fisting, not suitable for children under the ages of 18

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Whew, four chapters in two weeks. That's a good run for me. I hope you all feel satisfied with that conclusion to the Chamber of Secrets arc, because that's all you're getting for a long time. Make sure you wash your hands and stay healthy so you can be around for my next resurgence.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I will see you all next time, OK is out!