A/N. Welcome all, i hope you enjoy this story! You will find the chapters get longer as the story progresses, as i prefer them longer myself.

You may find elements from other stories and that have popped up here, whether the story that they came from is complete or a WIP. If that story belongs to you, please do not take offense, but take pride in the fact that someone liked the idea enough to re-use it! However, the trend I have noticed with Fanfiction especially, it is near impossible to come up with a new concept.

As always, J. K. Rowling owns the sandbox and all the toys within.

P.S. I fucking hate Dumbledore.

P.P.S this chapter has been extensively re-edited, almost doubling its length.

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The Chamber, The Bound

Harry Potter entered the Chamber of Secrets. Walking along slowly and cautiously, he saw the young redhead he knew to be Ginny Weasley lying on the cold hard chamber floor, her prone form pale and looking lifeless. A part of him filled with indescribable fear, and yet another part of him felt like it was okay. His body froze in place.

Harry had just began to regain awareness of what felt like a previous life, feelings of something he knew he should have known. As he looked around the Chamber, seeing the columns and statue his eyes were drawn back to Ginny and it felt like he saw her again, but in a different light with different memories. He remembered the cute redhead Girl from the train he knew to be Ginny, he had conversed with her a lot on the way to Hogwarts and enjoyed talking to her, but it felt as if that memory was blocked, as though he was looking through frosted glass, not completely able to make out the image.

Harry struggled with the memory, trying to clear his memory vision and his mind. But something was holding him back.

He pushed himself mentally to remember, he wanted to remember her... needed to... especially now. Why was she here? What had happened and why couldn't he remember her... Ginny... Ron's baby sister... No she was Ginny, her own person. He had spoken to her before… Before he forgot who he was… who she was?

Something was compelling him to turn around. He didn't listen to the compulsion, swatting it aside like a fly. He needed to get her out of here, and he was going to remember what had happened to him, and figure out what was happening now.

Harry strained against what could only be described as mental bonds, and then in an instant, they shattered. Memories of his past two years hit with brutal force, taking his breath away like he had just been punched in the gut and the head at the same time. He remembered everything…

The first vision that played through his head was one of Dumbledore casting a spell on him in his office mere moments after the sorting and Welcoming Feast had ended. Harry had sat with Ginny the whole time, doting on her and chatting to her as if they had been friends for years. "Imperio, You will befriend Ron Weasley and avoid his twin sister."

The next memory was one of Ron and Dumbledore discussing him fighting the curse, in front of him.
"He keeps staring at her," Ron said thickly, staring at Harry.
"Mr. Weasley do not worry, I have bound his magic too, he will not have the energy or power to fight my control, Harry you will go with Ron and return to your dormitory"

The next vision was one that pulled at the edges of his heart, and he felt himself break a little as Ginny cornered him with a hurt look in her eyes "Harry why are you avoiding me? I-I thought we could be friends."
"I...I... want to... I'm sorry Ginny, I am not allowed to talk to you" Harry's memory self finished in an automatic monotone
"Not allowed to? Why are you not allowed to?"
"Dum... Ron..." His memory self, struggled before he turned and ran from her, leaving her staring after him with tears in her eyes.

These memories and more flashed before his eyes, it felt like hours had passed, but in reality it was only a few seconds. As Harry's memories flowed, he felt a tug at his core and then his magic release from a binding, as power then surged through him causing a splitting headache that dropped him to his knees, a figure swam through his eyes momentarily as he fought to stay conscious, the need to help Ginny was overwhelming but without knowing how to fight, his vision went black, he was however still conscious as he could still feel the ground beneath his hands and knees.

"Harry, time is short so I shall be as direct as possible." A man in his late 40's to 50's coalesced before him out of the darkness. "I am Tom Riddle, better known to you as Voldemort. Well a piece of him that resides in your scar… for the moment anyway."

Harry was horrified to say the least. But Riddle raised his hands, interrupting Harry for the moment. "A discussion of this magnitude could last for hours, in fact we could argue this topic alone for weeks, however I must digress, Dumbledore is going to get you killed, and I, the piece of soul, want to live on, I propose a merger."

"I need to get to Ginny... now! I don't have time for this..." Harry said angrily, thinking this was a trick or ploy of Voldemort's to get him to lower his guard.

"We have enough, we must address this now." Riddle said desperately, "This is no trick."

"What?… Fine… how will this affect me?" Harry growled wanting to quickly hear what Riddle had to say and get back to seeing what was wrong with Ginny, and help her escape the Heir of Slytherin now he remembered everything.

"The side effects, they will be minimal." Riddle explained quickly. "Your complete soul will overshadow my portion of one almost completely. Your inner Slytherin in you will show more in almost everything you do. You will possess a slightly darker personality which you will inherit from me but there are other side effects too and you should also know that now that you have broken through magical bindings imposed on you by Dumbledore you will be more powerful, and now that you have a healthy distrust for authority you will be, or should be sneakier and more observant."

"You may also possess a portion of my knowledge up until I was damaged by you." Riddle said, "And with that arsehole Dumbledore back to his tricks, you will need every advantage you can get."

This all got Harry's attention, "So I will be stronger for it? Better? Dumbledore won't be able to control me?" Harry then gulped. "Will I remember everything you did?"

"It's a possibility you will remember some of my actions, but a remote one." Riddle said rubbing his chin. "What you do know, you will just understand rather than remember, I am not the mind, I am the soul. I do not possess memories or all the knowledge of Voldemort, although some may have seeped into my very being…" Riddle concluded. "Now Harry, unfortunately your soul-mate is currently dying, due to another piece of my soul trying to get a body."

"Ginny? My soul mate?" Harry said in confusion.

"Yes Harry," Riddle confessed, "A soul mate, the one person in the world you are destined to be with, and they are rare to find, I was the same, I just didn't realise it immediately." The older man said almost sadly, "Harry, when you met Ginevra I felt the 'click' just as you did when you first saw her, to some degree. You need to save her, and to do that you need to escape Dumbledore." Riddle said with an angered expression, shocking Harry, who was looking up at the man with a wide eyed look of horror.

"Harry, did you ever wonder why I became evil?" Harry just shook his head. "Dumbledore got my soul mate killed before we bonded, it drove me insane. My soul looking for, but knowing its match was dead. The rest of my now shattered soul simply wants to destroy the planet. Kill every living thing there is. Dumbledore is trying to remove your soul mate too, he wants control over you. Ginny is here because Dumbledore wants her to be Harry." Tom Riddle said, his voice so laced with emotion it was hard not to believe him.

"How do I know you're telling the truth? How do I know you don't want to use me to destroy the world?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Harry your complete soul cleansed my portion of soul somewhat, when I entered you all those years ago. I am still inherently quite dark, however I do not want the world destroyed, and I want to still exist. For that to happen we have to join. However, you still have no way of knowing if I am lying or not." Riddle said shrugging his shoulders. "I guess you will have to just flip that proverbial coin."

"Okay..." Harry thought for a moment... Wait... Ginny was dying, if she died he would turn into a monster like Voldemort, there's no real choice... "How do we do this?" Harry demanded.

"That's the Gryffindor spirit!" Riddle smiled widely and genuinely before he spoke again, but this time much more formally. "Harry James Potter, do you accept my soul portion into yours?"

"Yes" Harry said simply and Riddle vanished. Harry's world went black again. He woke up, it could have been seconds or hours from when he dropped, as he pushed himself to his feet he noticed he somehow felt stronger, however he could think on this another time. Harry's mind immediately resounded on one person, Ginny. Her name was now a mantra running through his head as he stood and rushed over to her.

As he did he could have sworn he heard a voice in his head. 'Someone... please...Help!' The voice said softly, weakly. It was her was all Harry could think. "No, Ginny... Please don't die on me!" Harry shouted.

"She won't wake..." A much younger version of the Tom Riddle he had met just moments ago stepped out of an alcove to the side of the chamber.

"Voldemort… so you were the Heir of Slytherin." Harry said, Riddle's mouth dropped slightly before he regained his composure. He was not sure why he said what he did, this must be Tom's knowledge... he thought to himself as knowledge flowed for the moment.

"So, son of a muggle and a squib, what are you going to do now?" Harry said in a mocking yet confident tone, feeling he had a slightly darker sense of humour as he taunted, but he found he liked it. He would no longer hold back himself, he would thrive to become better, he would become a warrior. 'Show no quarter, for none shall be given to him'

"I'm simply going to finish what I couldn't when you were a baby." Riddle said as he turned. "Salazar Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four, speak to me!" Riddle hissed as the stone statue of Salazar Slytherin grated, revealing a large opening.

"Masssssterrrr" Harry heard.

"Kill the boy!"

'Fuck! The Basilisk' Harry thought. He simply looked at Riddle and growled quietly. Fawkes flashed into the room, bearing the sorting hat, which was dropped into his hands. Riddle said something but Harry didn't listen. He put the sorting hat on and spoke to it in his mind. 'Hat, I need a way to be stronger, I need to be able to destroy Voldemort.'

The hat said nothing in reply, but Harry was encased in a beam of golden light, light so intense that it rattled the chamber, blinded the Basilisk, and had Tom shielding his eyes.

Harry felt a weight in each of his hands, he felt his robes change, his face was then covered. 'Harry Potter,' Harry heard the hat address him formally, 'I have given you Gryffindor's robes and you now bear his Glaives which are also wands, but a thought changes them. Use them well.'

When the light dissipated Harry looked down, in each hand was a double-bladed Glaive. The blades were dripping in red energy that looked like blood. The blades themselves were approximately three foot in length extending outward from each end of the handle which wasn't much wider than his closed fist. Each blade was smooth and sharp on the inside, on the outside were three long serrations near the centre and the last curved out to meet the inner curve, they radiated power. The hat told him they could be wands, but right now he needed the weapons. He knew that Basilisks, like dragons, were resistant to magic.

"Attack him!" Riddle said after he had regained himself from the shock of seeing Harry change and obtain the weapons. He would have them, and pick them off the boy's corpse.

The snake struck, Harry leapt and rolled, swinging the Glaive wildly as he did. He was surprised at how light it was. He would need to train with them, if he got out of here… when he got out of here.

Without much thought Harry switched the Glaive in his left hand to a wand and launched a blasting hex at the snake. Causing it to lunge at him again, mouth open. He saw his opportunity and leapt into its mouth, its jaws shut and he felt a stab in his right arm. Ignoring the pain he thrust his Glaive upward, hard. His weapon broke through the membrane of the roof of the Basilisk's mouth and hit soft brain tissue. The Weapon's glowed brighter momentarily as they absorbed the magic from the enormous creature, ensuring its death.

The snake crashed to the ground, and Harry still trapped within the mouth, tore his Glaive from the roof of its mouth and slashed sideways ripping the back of its neck open. He crawled out and sluggishly stood, swaying slightly. "Basilisk venom. You'll be dead in moments." Riddle said smugly.

Harry tried to crawl to Ginny, but it was getting harder and harder, his movements were strained, his vision darkening. He looked at his arm, there was still a fang in it. He wrenched it out, the pain lessened slightly, but he felt the fire still in his veins and knew he was still dying. He reached Ginny and saw the diary in her grasp, 'Dumbledore and that fucking diary that had caused all this.' He gently took the diary from Ginny's now cold prone form, and in a fury that held the blackness at bay he took his right Glaive and slammed it down into the diary with all his remaining strength.

Riddle behind him let out a horrible wail of a screeching noise, Harry saw something. Something faint, a golden light turning black as it was drawn into the now ink bleeding diary, instead of retreating it was now speeding up and Harry panicked immediately thinking that must be Ginny. Reaching out with his magic to grasp it, he didn't know how, he just wanted it to happen and it did, the diary's draining of Ginny slowed. An aura exploded around him, shaking the very foundations of the school. Harry felt himself strengthen as the aura erupted from his body, red flame beginning at his feet and licking at his body and above. It extended a few feet out from him and rose about ten or so feet in the air. Sparks too, were arcing around him, dancing through the flames and around his body and creeping outward from him.

In the mixed confusion and adrenaline, Harry used his aura to pull at the golden strand he knew to be Ginny's, and wrenched with all the power he commanded. The crackling of sparks intensified, the red aura deepened and expanded, almost doubling in size. The school shook around him, he was glad he had broken through the Magical bonds Dumbledore had put on him.

The diary appeared to be weakening, releasing Ginny's golden energy from it slowly, but instead of going back into her, it blended with his aura, golden streaks now surrounded him in a sphere within his red aura. He felt his increasing power due to Ginny's, he was using everything he had to wrench every bit of Ginny's energy from the diary. The last bit that came out was a darker golden that joined with the rest of the golden streaks surrounding Harry.

With a gentle but firm force, he concentrated on willing the energy now surrounding him back into Ginny, it obeyed. As it flowed back into her chest, she slowly started stirring. A lot of Harry's red aura went into Ginny instead of the golden surrounding him. This event would change them both, Harry however didn't know this but felt there was nothing wrong with allowing it to continue, as Ginny was now beginning to stir and awaken.

Ginny's eyes opened, and then nearly popped out of her head as she saw a bloody and filthy Harry Potter, sparks cracking around him, golden streaks forming a protective looking globe around him, and an enormous red aura that looked like flame issuing from him licking at the ceiling of the chamber. The ground stopped rumbling as he collapsed onto his knees, and the aura around him dissipated. Sparks still momentarily crackling and arcing before dying down.

Ginny got up and quickly grabbed him, he was hurt, 'it must be bad for Harry to collapse' she thought to herself and she saw the wound on his arm. "oh Harry," She said, tears now spilling from her eyes onto his shoulder. He wrapped his good arm around her and pulled her close. "It's my fault, I'm... I'm so sorry, and now you're hurt." She cried harder, sobbing into his shoulder, his sleeve now soaked with her tears.

"S'ok Ginny," Harry slurred, his vision had gone black, and his breathing labored as he slumped further. Fawkes hopped over, still in the room, and cried, singing a soft song as his tears fell onto Harry's arm, mixing with Ginny's that had now started dripping onto the wound as she had soaked the cloth around it.

Harry's vision slowly came back, strength returning. He looked down, the wound closed over. "Thanks Fawkes I feel good as new again" He said, as he wrapped his newly repaired arm around the girl crying into him. "Gin, it really is okay, I'm going to be fine. We're going to be fine"

"Harry, I'm so sorry, it was me, but it wasn't. He... he... made me do it all, I wasn't strong enough t..to stop him!" Ginny stammered. "I'm going to be expelled."

"If they want to expel you, they'll have to take me too." Harry said eliciting a shocked gasp and Ginny looking up at him.

"Y... You broke it? Someone was controlling you too weren't they?!" She said piecing it all together. "Your scar is gone! What happened?"

"Dumbledore was controlling me, Riddle helped me break it. Riddle is Voldemort… there was a small piece of him in my scar." Harry explained calmly while rubbing circles on Ginny's back in an effort to keep her calm.

Ginny looked horrified and backed away slightly. "That's what I feel, Harry he's in me!" She was panicking now hugging her arms to her body and looking like she was going to faint again.

"Gin!" Harry practically shouted, getting her attention back to him, "Gin," He said softer as he reached out and took her hands in his. "Calm down… look, our complete souls clean what his was, and merge with it. It makes us stronger, he's in me too, but I joined with him… willingly… to save you."

She was shocked at this admission to say the least. "But Harry, you... he killed your parents! And you hardly know me!" Ginny was in tears again as Harry pulled her close to him.

"Neither through any choice of mine!" He growled causing Ginny to flinch slightly, but she knew his anger wasn't directed toward her, "I've wanted to get to know you more since the train, it took all the way up to this point to break Dumbledore's spell, now I need to keep us away from him, I can't be controlled again, I can't let him hurt us… you... I won't let it happen... Ginny... you should... no, you need to know something." Harry sighed as she looked up at him in a kind of expectant awe. "Dumbledore was trying to get you killed. I have no idea how he organized..." he waved around the room, "...this, but, this was all to get you killed or removed from my life. He did the same thing to Riddle in his third year, which caused him to go insane… Dumbledore Killed Riddles soul mate..." Harry finished hoping she would put the pieces together herself, she wasn't dumb, not like her twin brother Ron. A twin brother who had a hand in keeping Harry under control. Who had a hand in keeping him away from her. Just that thought brought Harry's temper back to the surface, but he quashed it, knowing Ginny's needs were much more than his right now.

"So Dumbledore made Voldemort evil... wait" Ginny looked up at Harry confused, who only nodded, she was missing something… then it hit her. "We're soul-mates!" She gasped, eyes wide, her admission a statement more than a question. "I was drawn to you before I knew you were... well you!"

Harry just nodded again. She looked into his eyes with her chocolate brown ones, eyes that seemed to glisten. Harry thought she was trying to discern what he thought of it all. He looked at her lips, feeling a pull, an urge, a need. But he was only twelve, he shouldn't have these urges, however the urge was still there. He leaned forward, she licked her lips and parted them slightly, leaning in too, closing her eyes. Harry moved the remaining distance and their lips met.

As lips brushed one another their worlds exploded, Ginny melted into Harry who in return wrapped an arm around her waist, and put a hand behind her head, entwining it in the hair he found so fascinating two years ago and now, as he held her tight to him. What started as a rather chaste kiss, quickly dissolved into one of passion, as tongues flicked out to meet one another.

As their kiss deepened further Harry's aura exploded out around him again, but it was also joined by another. Ginny's. Hers was identical to Harry's.

They eventually broke apart after what could have been years, but felt more like seconds and they would never know. Fawkes trilled at them in wonder, they looked down at the Phoenix with worry. "We can't go back near Dumbledore," Harry said quietly.

There was a flash from the other side of the room, there was a man standing there who appeared to be in his 50's but exuded confidence and power of a man much older and younger at the same time. "Indeed you cannot." the man said as he walked closer, Harry wrenched his Glaive out of the Diary and floor that he had slammed it into, and had his other one out in a heartbeat, quickly half stepping in front of Ginny, aura still at a peak as sparks arced around him with loud crackles. Ginny's aura dissipated, but she still held her wand trained on the man before them, looking confident and powerful in her own right, even if her arm did waver slightly from the previous events and emotions still coursing through her.

"Harry, Ginevra, It might be better for me to explain who I am, before you end me, I am Nicholas Flamel." The man said.

"Nope, hes dead" Harry said bluntly, he flicked one Glaive into a wand and pointed it at the man's chest.

"The stone was a guise for the real secret, I am soul-bound to my wife Perenelle, it makes us sempiternal," Flamel looked at the shocked faces of the two children before him, and launched further into explanation. "Yes… soul-bound just as you have to young Ginevra just now. My phoenix sensed your bond and brought me to it. I would explain more but we need to leave Harry, you both need training and it is not safe to be near Dumbledore at present. He is a dangerous man, because he doesn't believe he is causing harm with his meddling." Flamel said. As Harry relaxed his posture slightly.

"Sorry sir, but what's the difference between soul-bound and soul-mates?" Ginny asked tentatively.

"Bound is when you have had some level of physical intimacy and the connection to the other is solidified, I will explain what this fully entails at a more secure location. A soul-mate can be unbound for years, if left too long they both die at a rather young age. The soul needs its mate to be complete, apart it is easily susceptible to damage, weakened by despair for the other." Nicholas explained to them. "We are out of time, Dumbledore will be suspicious, please come with me, I will explain more when we get you to my home. You need training and control of the already enormous powers you command. Then we will work on increasing it. A great many things need to happen now. I cannot do that from the shadows, it must be you two. I will explain shortly."

Harry's aura faded as he calmed. He changed the other Glaive into a wand and stowed them in his pocket, as Flamel called his phoenix "Pyrignis!" A golden and orange phoenix flew over and landed before them. "Please grab onto his tail-feathers and we shall take our leave." As Harry grabbed on, still holding onto Ginny they felt a soft heat as flames overtook them and they were gone from the Chamber.

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A/N. So i was reading through this story, while writing chapter 10 of the sequel to make sure I still had the characters the same, and I was astounded at the piss poor quality of the writing of this first chapter. How any of you kept reading further into the story when this first impression was so terrible evades me...

Anyway, it is now re-edited for flow and description. I added some more description for the Glaives, however if you want a visual jump on google and search for Warglaive of Azzinoth, pretty much that but red. Yes, i know they're not traditional Glaives, but that is where the influence for the weapons came from.