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Son of the Basilisk
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,586
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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.
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Chapter Two
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The great hall was filled with students by the time Harry made his drunken way there. Heads turned and whispers followed him as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. Everyone knew he had been captured by Voldemort but, they didn’t know how he got out. Harry had been too busy killing his liver to realize The Daily Prophet had been running stories about him. It told tales and gave opinions that basically stated Harry had to have gone dark and joined Voldemort for him to come back alive.
If Harry had been aware of the situation he would have found this incredibly ironic. You see out of all the years of stories on Harry this was the closest they had come to the truth and they were only half right. Harry had indeed gone dark but he would cut off his own limbs before joining Voldemort. The title of traitor to the light fell squarely on Ron and Hermione’s shoulders. To make matters worse those two had gotten off scott free. All they had to do was act like the distraught friends, make a few well placed comments on Harry’s sanity and no charges were ever brought against them.
When Harry’s alcohol fuzzed vision landed on Ron and Hermione at the end of the Gryffindor table it was all he could do to contain his fury. He stalked to the opposite end of the table and sat down, then took a long draft from his flask. To him there was no greater calming potion then the whiskey he was swilling. He let his mind wonder during the sorting only taking the time to note that the new group of first years was significantly smaller then in the years before.
Soon the four house tables were groaning beneath the huge mountains of food. Harry mechanically filled his plate but didn’t actually eat more then three bites. He did keep drinking steadily throughout the meal. It was just wrong to imagine that even with all the attention his capture and escape had garnered only one person in this entire Hall knew what was happening and that person wasn’t even in Harry’s house.
Blaise had been covertly watching the Golden boy for the entire feast. A few of his fellow Slytherins caught on to who he had been watching. Even they didn’t know why, all they saw was Potter not eating and drinking from a strange flask. They knew something wasn’t right but didn’t really know what. Only two others besides Blaise noticed the fact that Potter’s flask should have gone empty long ago, it was obviously charmed but why?
The end of the feast came soon enough. Harry walked straight out of the Hall only with the ease of practice. In reality he was barely conscious from the whiskey. He almost didn’t manage to get through the portrait hole. He didn’t even attempt to climb the stairs he just passed out on the couch after yet another long drink from his flask.
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The next morning he woke up with his mouth feeling like cotton and tasting like a chicken coup. His head felt like a team of jackhammers had taken refuge there and refused to stop hammering. His flask came in handy yet again. His cure for a hangover? Well you guessed it more of the stuff that got him in that condition in the first place. Once he was actually coherent enough to notice his surroundings he realized he had about five minutes to go down to breakfast and get his time table. For the first time that year he ascended the stairs to the dormitories and dressed quickly.
He got to the great hall just in time to get his schedule and realize he was now about five minutes late for potions with Slughorn. He sprinted down to the dungeons thanking every deity he knew of that Snape no longer taught that class.
When he finally arrived Slughorn didn’t give him more then a sharp rebuff. After all it wouldn’t do to disgruntle his best potions student right? Harry really had been banking on that. He was actually kind of lucky he had ditched the Prince’s old book and actually attempted to learn the Potions on his own. He wasn’t an immediate genius at it. In fact his first few tries blew up in his face resulting in loss of eyebrows. Now though, after a summer of hard training through experience he was at least decent with potions if not good.
He nearly groaned when he realized Slughorn’s choice for the first class was actually a potion he had to brew every day while he was tracking the horcruxes, a magical signature masking spell. It did exactly what it sounds like it would. It covered your magical signature so you couldn’t be traced either by the person you are tracking or the ministry. That was how Harry had gotten around the under age magic laws.
He could make this potion by heart and actually had done that once or twice. Getting up to retrieve his set ingredients he noticed that an ingredient Slughorn had set out was the wrong one. The main ingredient in the potion was Belladonna to ‘kill’ the signature. What was in front of him was a completely harmless and useless weed that grew in southern France with almost the exact same shape and color as Belladonna.
Harry glanced over at Slughorn and realized he had been watching the students getting ingredients intently. Harry then knew this was a test to see how many people would realize the mistake and how many people would be visiting Pomphrey for something to replace eyebrows. It didn’t create a spectacular explosion when the Belladonna wasn’t added on time but it was impressive enough to embarrass someone.
Quietly going over to the store cupboard with the excuse to get more of a lesser needed ingredient he got the Belladonna. Coming back to his cauldron he set up for the potion. He didn’t even start brewing before taking a shot from his flask. With his throat still warm from the whiskey he went to work on the potion. Working quickly and efficiently he was among the first people done. Which was a very good thing considering things were starting to explode and that did have a tendency to break a person’s concentration.
At the end of the class Slughorn had all of five students complete the potion correctly, Harry of course, Hermione who Harry hadn’t stopped glaring at since he had finished his own potion, Blaise who had spotted the mistake just as quickly as Harry, and two sixth year Slytherins that had been bumped up a year in potions. Slughorn complemented those five students endlessly while berating the rest of the class for not catching the switch.
All in all not a bad day in potions Harry thought as he made his way to Transfiguration taking a swig from his flask. All the while not realizing he was being watched closely throughout the class and now he was being followed. Blaise was extremely discreet and Harry had let his guard down a bit. He felt safe in Hogwarts so wasn’t paying as much attention as he should.
To repeat Harry’s thoughts from the train this really was going to be one Hell of a year.
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The great hall was filled with students by the time Harry made his drunken way there. Heads turned and whispers followed him as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. Everyone knew he had been captured by Voldemort but, they didn’t know how he got out. Harry had been too busy killing his liver to realize The Daily Prophet had been running stories about him. It told tales and gave opinions that basically stated Harry had to have gone dark and joined Voldemort for him to come back alive.
If Harry had been aware of the situation he would have found this incredibly ironic. You see out of all the years of stories on Harry this was the closest they had come to the truth and they were only half right. Harry had indeed gone dark but he would cut off his own limbs before joining Voldemort. The title of traitor to the light fell squarely on Ron and Hermione’s shoulders. To make matters worse those two had gotten off scott free. All they had to do was act like the distraught friends, make a few well placed comments on Harry’s sanity and no charges were ever brought against them.
When Harry’s alcohol fuzzed vision landed on Ron and Hermione at the end of the Gryffindor table it was all he could do to contain his fury. He stalked to the opposite end of the table and sat down, then took a long draft from his flask. To him there was no greater calming potion then the whiskey he was swilling. He let his mind wonder during the sorting only taking the time to note that the new group of first years was significantly smaller then in the years before.
Soon the four house tables were groaning beneath the huge mountains of food. Harry mechanically filled his plate but didn’t actually eat more then three bites. He did keep drinking steadily throughout the meal. It was just wrong to imagine that even with all the attention his capture and escape had garnered only one person in this entire Hall knew what was happening and that person wasn’t even in Harry’s house.
Blaise had been covertly watching the Golden boy for the entire feast. A few of his fellow Slytherins caught on to who he had been watching. Even they didn’t know why, all they saw was Potter not eating and drinking from a strange flask. They knew something wasn’t right but didn’t really know what. Only two others besides Blaise noticed the fact that Potter’s flask should have gone empty long ago, it was obviously charmed but why?
The end of the feast came soon enough. Harry walked straight out of the Hall only with the ease of practice. In reality he was barely conscious from the whiskey. He almost didn’t manage to get through the portrait hole. He didn’t even attempt to climb the stairs he just passed out on the couch after yet another long drink from his flask.
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The next morning he woke up with his mouth feeling like cotton and tasting like a chicken coup. His head felt like a team of jackhammers had taken refuge there and refused to stop hammering. His flask came in handy yet again. His cure for a hangover? Well you guessed it more of the stuff that got him in that condition in the first place. Once he was actually coherent enough to notice his surroundings he realized he had about five minutes to go down to breakfast and get his time table. For the first time that year he ascended the stairs to the dormitories and dressed quickly.
He got to the great hall just in time to get his schedule and realize he was now about five minutes late for potions with Slughorn. He sprinted down to the dungeons thanking every deity he knew of that Snape no longer taught that class.
When he finally arrived Slughorn didn’t give him more then a sharp rebuff. After all it wouldn’t do to disgruntle his best potions student right? Harry really had been banking on that. He was actually kind of lucky he had ditched the Prince’s old book and actually attempted to learn the Potions on his own. He wasn’t an immediate genius at it. In fact his first few tries blew up in his face resulting in loss of eyebrows. Now though, after a summer of hard training through experience he was at least decent with potions if not good.
He nearly groaned when he realized Slughorn’s choice for the first class was actually a potion he had to brew every day while he was tracking the horcruxes, a magical signature masking spell. It did exactly what it sounds like it would. It covered your magical signature so you couldn’t be traced either by the person you are tracking or the ministry. That was how Harry had gotten around the under age magic laws.
He could make this potion by heart and actually had done that once or twice. Getting up to retrieve his set ingredients he noticed that an ingredient Slughorn had set out was the wrong one. The main ingredient in the potion was Belladonna to ‘kill’ the signature. What was in front of him was a completely harmless and useless weed that grew in southern France with almost the exact same shape and color as Belladonna.
Harry glanced over at Slughorn and realized he had been watching the students getting ingredients intently. Harry then knew this was a test to see how many people would realize the mistake and how many people would be visiting Pomphrey for something to replace eyebrows. It didn’t create a spectacular explosion when the Belladonna wasn’t added on time but it was impressive enough to embarrass someone.
Quietly going over to the store cupboard with the excuse to get more of a lesser needed ingredient he got the Belladonna. Coming back to his cauldron he set up for the potion. He didn’t even start brewing before taking a shot from his flask. With his throat still warm from the whiskey he went to work on the potion. Working quickly and efficiently he was among the first people done. Which was a very good thing considering things were starting to explode and that did have a tendency to break a person’s concentration.
At the end of the class Slughorn had all of five students complete the potion correctly, Harry of course, Hermione who Harry hadn’t stopped glaring at since he had finished his own potion, Blaise who had spotted the mistake just as quickly as Harry, and two sixth year Slytherins that had been bumped up a year in potions. Slughorn complemented those five students endlessly while berating the rest of the class for not catching the switch.
All in all not a bad day in potions Harry thought as he made his way to Transfiguration taking a swig from his flask. All the while not realizing he was being watched closely throughout the class and now he was being followed. Blaise was extremely discreet and Harry had let his guard down a bit. He felt safe in Hogwarts so wasn’t paying as much attention as he should.
To repeat Harry’s thoughts from the train this really was going to be one Hell of a year.