The Basilisk
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Salazar
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
65,992
Reviews:
95
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
7
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Basilisk
The Basilisk
by Of a Slytherin Nature.
“:...Parseltounge...:”
Harry J. Potter was in his second year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. Now, I'm seeing blank faces. A school for witchcraft!? You're thinking. Yes. I meant what I said. You see, there is a world that us muggles don't know about. It's called the Wizarding World, or, in more politically correct terms, the Magical Community. Harry James Potter is a wizard, or one that is in training. He goes to Hogwarts to hone his magical powers. Is that understandable? Good.
Harry lived with his uncle and aunt since he was a year old. He had been told ever since he was old enough to understand, that his parents had died in a car crash, and he had been the only survivor. He had also been told not to ask questions, and never cry out when he was taking a beating, lest the neighbors hear. So was the life of Harry James Potter.
Last year he had found out that he was a wizard, and that an evil man named Voldemort had murdered his parents, and had tried to murder him, too, but had been stopped. Headmaster Dumbledore had said it was the protection his mother had given him when she sacrificed herself to him, that made the curse rebound and hit Voldemort.
Last year had been really hectic. Harry had had to fight Voldemort for the Sorcerer's Stone so that Voldemort couldn't gain his body. Dumbledore had destroyed it, which meant that a man named Nicholas Flamel and his wife would die, since the Stone granted the Elixir of life, and Flamel and his wife had both drunk it. Harry was sent home for the summer, for once in his short life, very happy. He had friends for the very first time, and they would write to him.
His uncle had, mercifully, left him alone during the summer, but so had his friend, who had promised they would write. He hadn't eaten much over the summer, and when a House Elf named Dobby came over, he had made noise while his uncle and aunt were having dinner with Uncle Vernon's boss. He wasn't allowed to eat for a week. And Dobby had kept his friends' letters. He was rescued by the Weasleys via flying car. That very same car that got him to Hogwarts and almost expelled from Hogwarts with Ron. But instead of being expelled, he and Ron had a month's worth of detentions. Ron had them with Professor Snape, and Harry had them with the decidedly stupid and pompous Professor Lockheart.
Now that I'm done filling you in, here we go:
Harry was walking from his long, boring, and creepy detention with Lockheart when he heard it. “:...Releassse me.... help me esssscape him...:” Harry stopped and looked around.
“:...Who'ssss there?...:” He asked back. At first it was silent. Then, the whispery voice responded delicately,
“:...Who ssspeaksss? A child? Come closer to the wall...:” Harry obeyed swiftly. He pressed his hands against the wall.
“:...Who are you?...:” Harry asked. “:...Why are you in the wall?...:”
A whispery laugh came from inside the wall. “:...Sssuch an innocccent child... My name isss Sssalazar Ssslytherin...:”
Harry gasped. “:...THE Sssalazar Ssslytherin!? You're one of the Foundersss!?...:”
Another laugh came from within the wall. And the answer trailed down the hallway, leading to a girl's bathroom. “:...Yesss, child. I am the sssame man. Pleassse releassse me child, I am trapped, and can only change back upon order, sssuch isss my curssse...:”
TO BE CONTINUED.
by Of a Slytherin Nature.
“:...Parseltounge...:”
Harry J. Potter was in his second year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. Now, I'm seeing blank faces. A school for witchcraft!? You're thinking. Yes. I meant what I said. You see, there is a world that us muggles don't know about. It's called the Wizarding World, or, in more politically correct terms, the Magical Community. Harry James Potter is a wizard, or one that is in training. He goes to Hogwarts to hone his magical powers. Is that understandable? Good.
Harry lived with his uncle and aunt since he was a year old. He had been told ever since he was old enough to understand, that his parents had died in a car crash, and he had been the only survivor. He had also been told not to ask questions, and never cry out when he was taking a beating, lest the neighbors hear. So was the life of Harry James Potter.
Last year he had found out that he was a wizard, and that an evil man named Voldemort had murdered his parents, and had tried to murder him, too, but had been stopped. Headmaster Dumbledore had said it was the protection his mother had given him when she sacrificed herself to him, that made the curse rebound and hit Voldemort.
Last year had been really hectic. Harry had had to fight Voldemort for the Sorcerer's Stone so that Voldemort couldn't gain his body. Dumbledore had destroyed it, which meant that a man named Nicholas Flamel and his wife would die, since the Stone granted the Elixir of life, and Flamel and his wife had both drunk it. Harry was sent home for the summer, for once in his short life, very happy. He had friends for the very first time, and they would write to him.
His uncle had, mercifully, left him alone during the summer, but so had his friend, who had promised they would write. He hadn't eaten much over the summer, and when a House Elf named Dobby came over, he had made noise while his uncle and aunt were having dinner with Uncle Vernon's boss. He wasn't allowed to eat for a week. And Dobby had kept his friends' letters. He was rescued by the Weasleys via flying car. That very same car that got him to Hogwarts and almost expelled from Hogwarts with Ron. But instead of being expelled, he and Ron had a month's worth of detentions. Ron had them with Professor Snape, and Harry had them with the decidedly stupid and pompous Professor Lockheart.
Now that I'm done filling you in, here we go:
Harry was walking from his long, boring, and creepy detention with Lockheart when he heard it. “:...Releassse me.... help me esssscape him...:” Harry stopped and looked around.
“:...Who'ssss there?...:” He asked back. At first it was silent. Then, the whispery voice responded delicately,
“:...Who ssspeaksss? A child? Come closer to the wall...:” Harry obeyed swiftly. He pressed his hands against the wall.
“:...Who are you?...:” Harry asked. “:...Why are you in the wall?...:”
A whispery laugh came from inside the wall. “:...Sssuch an innocccent child... My name isss Sssalazar Ssslytherin...:”
Harry gasped. “:...THE Sssalazar Ssslytherin!? You're one of the Foundersss!?...:”
Another laugh came from within the wall. And the answer trailed down the hallway, leading to a girl's bathroom. “:...Yesss, child. I am the sssame man. Pleassse releassse me child, I am trapped, and can only change back upon order, sssuch isss my curssse...:”
TO BE CONTINUED.