Looking around her, Hermione saw a black and white chamber with a long walkway led by snarling snakes to a large statue of Salazar Slytherin's face. Hearing shuffling behind her, she pirouetted on her heel and gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth, along with the sob that threatened to escape. The once again thirteen year old Hermione came face to face with her fifteen year old twin, one of the first of the horcruxes he had made. One of the first pieces of his soul he had split into two.