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This story is No. 4 in the series "Harry Potter - Superhero Style". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Things go seriously (but not Sirius-ly) awry for a great many people's plans when Harry Potter tries to rescue Ginny Weasley in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

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Disclaimer: They all belong to JKR and her designated minions, or Marvel Comics, and whoever else might own the rights to mythological beings. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: Begins during the confrontation between Harry and Tom's diary-horcrux, in the Chamber of Secrets.

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None at all. Don't worry, though – if you ask nicely, I can make up for it in one of my other stories.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: Some of the initial dialogue has been transcribed from the scene in the 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' movie, where Harry confronts Tom Riddle, a.k.a. Voldemort, for the purposes of establishing the time and mood of the scene.

Author’s Note 3: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication, // word \\ indicate translation of foreign or non-human languages and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 4: This is most likely a one-shot, since I really don't know what I'd do to follow this up. It all depends on my muse, however, so I won't say I'm not going to come back to this.


Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets

May 29, 1993
A moment after Tom Riddle's soul fragment has released Slytherin's basilisk

"Your bird may have blinded the basilisk, but it can still hear you!" Riddle's still-mostly-ethereal form snarled at Harry Potter as the now-sightless reptile reared the front third of its length up into the air, its head shifting back from side to side in an effort to locate its prey by means of the sounds it made.

Taking off in the direction opposite to where the enormous snake currently was, as fast as his feet could manage, Harry risked a glance back over his shoulder to check on his attacker's position. Unfortunately, that meant he missed seeing the crack in the walkway ahead of him, making the boy stumble and fall as he tripped on the uneven surface.

"Shite," he murmured under his breath as he saw the basilisk's head abruptly snap around at the sound of his fall and explicative, and then immediately begin moving in his direction.

Rolling back to his feet, Harry cursed again as he felt the sudden sharp pain radiating through his ankle, and he scrambled forward on his hands and knees into one of the smaller passages that seemed to pervade the entire chamber. The entire set-up looked as if it had been designed to allow snakes of all conceivable sizes to wind their ways through the walls of the Chamber, and possibly the school, too, Harry abruptly realized.

Fortunately, the passage he'd chosen was too narrow to permit the King Of Snakes entrance, and Harry could hear it hissing with frustrated rage as it sought another tunnel that would allow it entry to find and devour him.

// Thrice-damned mammal, I will crush your bones between my teeth before the night is done! \\ the ophidian monster creature hissed.

It was too bad for his peace of mind that Harry easily understood the reptile's curses as it slithered along the main walkway of the Chamber, forced to carefully check the diameter of each opening it encountered by feel, as it hunted for access that would allow it to corner him. It seems like there were definite drawbacks to being a Parseltongue.

Crawling as quickly as he could manage down the tunnel he was in, Harry carefully examined each intersecting passageway as he approached it, wary of the possibility of the basilisk waiting in ambush for him to expose himself.

At the same time, the young wizard-in-training realized that he was on an equally tight schedule to figure out a way to defeat, or al least neutralize, the basilisk's threat, since Riddle's soul fragment was draining more of Ginny's life force and enabling the ghostly apparition to become more solid and real with each passing minute.

The fact that he could currently barely stand up, let alone walk, as a result of the injury to his ankle, only made the situation worse; and Harry muttered an epithet that would most certainly have made Hermione smack his arm and chastise him for his language.

Regrettably, it also alerted the basilisk to his position, and it was only his glimpsing a rapidly approaching shadow from the corner of his eye that allowed him to throw himself to the side of the tunnel and avoid being impaled on the monster's dagger-like teeth as it lunged forward in a near silent attack.

The impact of his body against the side of the passageway as he dodged, cracked what had previously been a well-concealed entrance. Harry thus fell through it, down a short tunnel into what appeared to be simply a hollowed-out cave or storage space that held only a few small piles of tattered and dilapidated bedding and clothing, all of which were now little more than rags.

The only other thing Harry could see present was a worn, wooden walking stick about three feet long, and which appeared to be well-polished from long use.

Above him, he could hear the basilisk muttering its vile imprecations

"Shite," Harry swore again as he saw that there wasn't anything else inside the chamber, since he desperately needed something he could use as a weapon against both the basilisk and Riddle's shade.

"At least I can use this damn thing to support me," Harry muttered to himself as he picked up the walking stick and used it to shove himself upright. "Now, if I could only figure out how to run with it, things might actually have a chance of working out right.

"AND, if I could just figure out how to get rid of that bloody huge snake up there, that is," he reminded himself as he glanced up through the short tunnel at the opening he'd used, against which the basilisk was now furiously slamming its head, in an effort to get to him.

"Shite, shite, shite, shite, SHITE!!!!!" Harry half-screamed as he realized that there was no conceivable way he could possibly get past the basilisk, let alone defeat it, in time to save Ginny and prevent Riddle's reincarnation.

Just the idea that Ron's little sister was being drained of her life energy so that the bleeding bastard who'd killed his parents could come back to life was making him so furious that Harry was hoping that the 'accidental magic' that had plagued him intermittently throughout his childhood might somehow kick in now, and do something that would help him resolve this situation.

Unfortunately, however, it was becoming clearer with each passing second that no such thing was happening, or was going to happen.

It wasn't fair! Everything was completely screwed up! He was going to die when the basilisk finally battered a wide enough opening to the tunnel to get to him, Ginny was going to die when Riddle's soul fragment finished draining her life force from her, and the bastard who'd killed his parents and orphaned him would regain the body he'd lost ten years earlier!

"It's not fair!" Harry screamed in frustration, and he unconsciously slammed the cane in his hand against the ground.

Thunder boomed and a brilliant light flashed inside the chamber and Harry blinked as he shook his head, refocusing as he realized that his perspective had somehow shifted.

{{ What the bloody hell is going on? } the last scion of House Potter wondered as he abruptly realized that the walking stick he'd been holding a moment earlier had been replaced by a short-handled hammer with an oversized head, and that his Hogwarts robe, shirt, trousers and trainers had somehow been replaced by a chain mail shirt, and heavy leather trousers and knee-high leather boots.

And *he* had apparently been transformed, too, Harry realized a moment later, once he stopped blinking and he discovered that he was looking at things from a much higher point of view than he normally did – and that he was wielding the obviously heavy, well-used warhammer in his hand as easily as if it were made of balsa wood and styrofoam.

The basilisk's scream of outraged fury distracted Harry from any further self-examination, and he instinctively lifted the hammer back past his ear for an instant before then snapping his arm forward and hurling the hammer at the monster raging above him, as effortlessly as though he were tossing a Frisbee through the air.

The thunderous 'boom!' of the hammer as it first broke the sound barrier and then slammed against the basilisk's head reverberated through the entire tunnel system, and Harry then somehow reflexively caught the hammer as it rebounded back through the air and returned to him after felling the snake as easily as one would crush a cockroach.

The young wizard smiled with satisfaction as he watched the creature's body spasm in its death throes for a moment longer before finally collapsing to the ground into a state of immobility that was unmistakable in its finality, and he then began making his way back up the cramped near-crawlway to the larger, main tunnel above him that now held the basilisk's slowly cooling corpse.

Harry shoved any questions and/or possible explanations about what could have happened to bring about this particular situation off to the side of his mind, as he realized that only a precious few moments had passed since he'd left Riddle's still immaterial form back in the main chamber of Slytherin's complex, and that there might still be enough time to put a halt to the process which was about to kill Ginny in a gruesome and terrible way.

Regardless of whatever might be the reason for this situation having occurred, it was providing Harry with a chance to help a friend, so there was no way he could let this opportunity pass by.

Tom Riddle's shade really needed to have his ethereal ass kicked, and now, it looked like he could be the one who could actually do it!

And maybe once he was done with Riddle and he had made sure Ginny was all right, Harry figured he could drop by the Slytherin dorms and he could have a word or two with Draco Malfoy, too. After all, if anyone needed to have their ass kicked for mouthing off, it was definitely that git, what with the way he had been talking about mudbloods dying and all that other shite that came out of his mouth!

As the towering, armor-clad figure strode quickly and confidently down the poorly-lit passageway which would take him to a final confrontation with the still-surviving personality fragment of the sociopath who'd destroyed his family, Harry noticed the inscription etched into the side of the hammer's head in beautifully rendered Nordic runes, but was unfortunately unable to read it.

{ I guess I really should have taken Ancient Runes with Hermione, } he mused to himself, as he wondered at what precisely the inscription might say.

It was probably just as well that he didn't realize that the words read, 'Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.'

A great many other people who would be able to read it, however, would soon be wondering exactly what this event might mean in terms of the flux the British Wizarding society would soon be undergoing, and how they might best adapt their own survival strategies to incorporate it.

Not even Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore would have been able to foresee this type of situation occurring, and he would soon be scrambling desperately to determine how to best cope with or, better yet, make the most fortuitous use of the situation.

After all, Thunder Gods didn’t exactly fall under the Headmaster’s jurisdiction.


The End

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