Luna Lovegood and the Chamber of Secrets—Part 10

Luna had been spending more and more time in the Forgotten Library. Half a year slipped by.

“Is there somewhere safer I can think?” Luna asked Lady Yue.

“Take us to Xi’an,” said Lady Yue.

“Where is Xi’an?” asked Luna.

“34 degrees, 16 minutes and 37 seconds north,” said Lady Yue, “108 degrees, 57 minutes and 42 seconds east.”

Luna had three magical artifacts of incredible power. One was a map of Hogwarts. One put its user into a catatonic state. Luna withdrew her astrolabe.

An astrolabe displays the universe’s location relative to itself. Luna set the latitude dials to 34° 16′ 37“ N and the longitude dials to 108° 57′ 42” E.


Two witches stood on a sidewalk wider than a London street. Lady Yue guided Luna to the old city wall.

The original Xi’an was surrounded by a moat, giving it the appearance of resting on a motte. The walls were almost taller than the trees planted on the berm. The gatehouse used circular arches in contrast to Hogwarts’ Gothic arches. The top was decorated with flags and lanterns the colors of Gryffindor. You could ride carriages four abreast along the top. Scattered Muggle tourists moseyed about.

Britain was a small, desolate rock as far from civilization as the Earth is from Sagittarius A*. Lady Yue gestured toward the real city.

Infantry in red scale armor patrolled the walls of Chang’an with repeating crossbows. Three wizards rappelled to perform maintenance on a giant retractable circular saw blade protruding horizontally two-thirds of the way up the wall. Witches in blue plate armed with spears and bungee cables dived off the machicolations to practice semi-aerial combat. An armored vehicle was positioned between every pair of guard towers, which were armed with siege flamethrowers and rocket turrets. Chang’an had survived land wars in Asia.

“How long has it been Fideliused?” asked Luna.

“Since 1936,” said Lady Yue.

“I guess you’re not coming with me then,” said Luna.

Lady Yue gazed longingly at old Xi’an.

“You don’t look a century old,” said Luna.

“I’m not,” said Lady Yue.

Lady Yue handed Luna a slip of paper with English directions in black on the back, ancient runes in black on the front and a large Heirloom Seal of the Realm stamped in red on both sides. Two suits of armor with soldiers in them allowed Luna through the checkpoint.


Curious citizens swarmed Luna. They said words she couldn’t understand and thrust strange foods into her arms. Luna showed her instructions to a especially helpful bicycle. It zipped Luna through the city.

Luna smelled oyster sauce and stinky tofu. She passed a self-woking food stall and old men wargaming on the sidewalk. Luna gripped the handlebars tighter as the bicycle showed off. The bicycle dinged happily. They screeched to a halt.

A gyrocopter was parked on the roof of the laboratory. A fission reactor stuck through the top of the garage. Six different styles of radio dish poked out of six open windows. Luna entered through the airlock. She bumped her head on a ceiling-mounted security camera.

Warning. You will be ejected in 5…4…3…—

“Stand down,” said the halfling artificer to the security system, “It’s nice to meet you. We don’t often have visitors from outside. What is your name? My English name is Leet Haxor Zεr0, or LZ (Lizzie) for short. The empress dowager says you are from Britain. I have heard all about Britain. Do all British Muggles travel through time and space in telephone booths or is public transit restricted to aristocrats? I have acquired three but none of them seem to work. I suspect magic in our air is interfering with the Muggle technology.”

Luna didn’t know what to say so she gave Lizzie a rice roll and a box of chicken feet.

“Thanks. I haven’t eaten in three days. You know how it gets when you get deeply absorbed in a project,” said Lizzie.

Lizzie guided Luna to the guest room, a planetarium not yet entirely filled with Muggle artifacts.

“You can store your clothes in the wardrobe. Leave space for the ghost inside that looks just like you. Don’t let it freak you out. The ghost has never hurt anyone in the many times it has appeared over the decades,” Lizzie said.

There was a siren.

“I have to adjust the reactor control rods,” Lizzie said, “Holler if you need anything.”


There were no windows in the planetarium. Light came from a giant projection of Saturn and the starfield behind it.

Luna exhaled. The Fidelius Charm would protect her from Rowena’s basilisk. Luna hid in the wardrobe to bulwark causality.

Lumos,” said Luna, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

Luna found the location on the Marauder’s map where the bones of Slytherin’s basilisk lay. Luna monitored that place in space as she adjusted the time dial of the astrolabe backwards. The Ministry archaeologists came and went. Other wizards came and went earlier but did not pass the bones of the basilisk. The basilisk’s killer appeared. Tom Riddle. Luna tuned her astrolabe back into causal time.

Tom Riddle had slain Slytherin’s basilisk. Harry Potter was Tom Riddle. Harry Potter was a Parselmouth. Harry Potter possessed the secrets of Salazar Slytherin.

Luna spun the wheels of time on her astrolabe to between after Slytherin’s basilisk was killed and before the Ministry archaeologists investigated it. Though the map’s writing was tangled and confused, Luna could not mistake the name. Tom Riddle walked down the Chamber of Secrets passageway to the graveyard where David Monroe was reputed to have killed You-Know-Who. Luna read the date on the astrolabe. It was the date David Monroe was reputed to have killed You-Know-Who.

You-Know-Who’s real name was Tom Riddle.

Announcement

There are three parts left to this story. Part 11 will be posted in the coming week. Parts 12 and 13 will be posted during the Less Wrong 2020/​2021 New Year’s Party.

Image Credits

The photos of Xi’an come from China Daily. link

The image of Chang’an comes from a 2016 historical documentary starring Matt Damon. link