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She looked up at them with red eyes as her hair is slowly turning white a little bit.

                          
She cracked her neck a bit and tilted her head from the back. Then face them, staring at them deep in their soul.
                          
The tension in the chamber got heavier.
                          
Her eyes were glowing ruby red eyes as her hair had turned pure white as if she is returning to her actual appearance.
                          
She groans and glared at them; Harry and Tom felt pressured by tension being hit at them. They felt how Draco Malfoy felt when Y/N was mad at him, making him not breathe by just pressing strain on him.
                          
"You dare to wake me up?" Her voice was deep and dark, as if she has matured and hit puberty. She was already 10 centimetres shorter than Tom Riddle.
                          
"Wha-what is going on." Harry stuttered as he got scared, not knowing what to do. Seeing the girl he likes, change into a scary person.
                          
"I thought you would know, Potter. Isn't this Y/N of yours is your friend?" Tom swallowed his saliva, fearing the girl in front of him.
                          
"I've never seen her like this, sure I have seen her getting mad before, and it is scary. But the last time I saw her like this was with you when I went back to the past, and I wasn't even sure if it was her or not."
                          
"My moonlight is not that scary, unlike this, this girl." Tom pointed at her; Tom cast a spell to keep her in a barrier.
                          
"Back to our topic", Harry didn't answer. He might not see what use Fawkes, or the Sorting Hat were, but he was no longer alone, and he waited for Riddle to stop laughing with his courage mounting.
                          
"To business, Harry," said Riddle, still smiling broadly. "Twice - in your past, in my future - we have met. And twice I failed to kill you. How did you survive? Tell me everything. The longer you talk," he added softly, "the longer you stay alive."
                          
Harry was thinking fast, weighing his chances. Riddle had the wand. Harry had Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, neither of which would be much good in a duel. It didn't look good, all right... but the longer Riddle stood there, the more life was dwindling out of Ginny... and in the meantime, Harry noticed suddenly, Riddle's outline was becoming more explicit, more solid... If it had to be a fight between him and Riddle, better sooner than later.
                          
"No one knows why you lost your powers when you attacked me," said Harry abruptly. "I don't know myself. But I know why you couldn't kill me. Because my mother died to save me. My common Muggle-born mother," he added, shaking with suppressed rage. "She stopped you killing me. And I've seen the real you, and I saw you last year. You're a wreck. You're barely alive. That's where all your power got you. You're in hiding. You're ugly, and you're foul--"
                          
Riddle's face contorted. Then he forced it into an awful smile. "So. Your mother died to save you. Yes, that's a powerful countercharm. I can see now... there is nothing special about you, after all. I wondered, you see. There are strange likenesses between us, after all. Even you must have noticed—Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouths to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. We even look something alike... but after all, it was merely a lucky chance that saved you from me. That's all I wanted to know."
                          
Harry stood, tense, waiting for Riddle to raise his wand. But Riddle's twisted smile was widening again.
                          
"Now, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against famous Harry Potter, and the best weapons Dumbledore can give him..."