[Harry has just entered the Chamber of Secrets. He see Ginny Weasley lying motionless at the end of the chamber.] Harry: Ginny. [Runs to her] Ginny. Ginny. Please don't be dead. Wake up. Wake up! Tom Riddle: [suddenly appears out of nowhere] She won't wake. Harry: Tom? Tom Riddle? What do you mean she won't wake? She's not...? Tom Riddle: She's still alive, but only just. Harry: Are you a ghost? Tom Riddle: A memory, preserved in a diary for fifty years. Harry: [touches her hand] She's cold as ice. Ginny, please don't be dead. Wake up. [Tom picks up Harry's wand] You've got to help me, Tom. There's a basilisk-- Tom Riddle: It won't come until it's called. Harry: Give me my wand, Tom. Tom Riddle: You won't be needing it. Harry: Listen, we've got to go, we've got to save her! Tom Riddle: I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, as poor Ginny grows weaker... I grow stronger. Yes, Harry. It was Ginny Weasley who opened the Chamber of Secrets. Harry: No. She couldn't. I mean, she wouldn't! Tom Riddle: It was Ginny who set the basilisk on the mudbloods and Filch's cat. [flashback of Ginny watching the Chamber's entrance in the toilets open] It was Ginny who wrote the threatening messages on the walls. [flashback of Ginny writing the massages] Harry: But why? Tom Riddle: Because I told her to. You'll find I can be very... persuasive. Not that she knew what she was doing. She was in, shall we say, a kind of trance. Still, the power of the diary began to scare her, and she tried to dispose of it in the girl's bathroom. [flashback of Ginny running into a toilet cubicle and throwing the diary into the toilet] And then who should find it... but you? The very person I was most anxious to meet. Harry: And why did you want to meet me? Tom Riddle: I knew I had to talk to you, meet you if I could. So I decided to show you my capture of that brainless oaf, Hagrid, to gain your trust. Harry: [angrily] Hagrid's my friend! And you framed him, didn't you? Tom Riddle: It was my word against Hagrid's. Only Dumbledore seemed to think he was innocent. Harry: [smiling] I bet Dumbledore saw right through you. Tom Riddle: He certainly kept an annoyingly close watch on me after that. I knew it wouldn't be safe to open the Chamber again while I was still at school, so I decided to leave behind a diary – preserving my sixteen year-old self in its pages so that one day, I would be able to lead another to finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work. Harry: Well, you haven't finished it this time. In a few hours, the mandrake draught will be ready and everyone who was petrified will be all right again. Tom Riddle: Haven't I told you? Killing mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore. For many months now, my new target... has been you. How is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape, with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed? Harry: Why do you care how I escaped? Voldemort was after your time. Tom Riddle: Voldemort... is my past, present, and future. [uses Harry's wand to write his full name in midair: TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE. He slashes the wand and the letters rearrange to become I AM LORD VOLDEMORT, before they fade] Harry: [stunned] You. You're the heir of Slytherin. You're Voldemort. Tom Riddle: Surely, you didn't think I was going to keep my filthy Muggle father's name? No. I fashioned myself a new name. A name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world! Harry: Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world! Tom Riddle: Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me! Harry: He'll never be gone! Not as long as those who remain are loyal to him! [Fawkes suddenly enters the chamber] Fawkes? [Fawkes drops the Sorting Hat to Harry and leaves] Tom Riddle: So... this is what Dumbledore sends his great defender: a songbird and an old hat. [turns to the statue of Salazar Slytherin and speaks in Parseltongue] Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four. [The statue's mouth begins to open] Let's match the power of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Slytherin, against the famous Harry Potter. [The basilisk's snout emerges from the mouth; Harry turns and runs as the creature fully emerges] [in Parseltongue] Kill him! [to Harry] Parseltongue won't save you now, Potter! It only obeys me!

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