The Basilisk
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Salazar
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
65,994
Reviews:
95
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
7
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The Basilisk
Of A Slytherin Nature
“...:Parsletongue:...”
Author's Note: I am SOOOO sorry for not updating this sooner! I've been so preoccupied with life and everything that I haven't had the time. That will all be changing, because I will bloody well make time! Thank you for all your reviews, support, and suggestions. I appreciate all of them, and without further ado, Chapter 4!
The walk up to the Headmaster's office was silent, and while Harry didn't really mind the silence, he was uncomfortable. Well, not uncomfortable, but afraid. He wasn't afraid of Lord Slytherin. No, he was afraid of what the Headmaster was going to do once he realized that Harry was going to be taken away from his control. Harry wasn't blind, nor was he stupid by any means. He just pretended to be. He knew that Dumbledore was only trying to keep him under his control to have a weapon for the war against Voldemort. He also knew, after the harsh wake-up call last year with Quirrel, that Voldemort was going to come back. There was nothing that could be done to stop that, however, he could be trained to defeat him like Lord Slytherin had suggested...
WHAM!
He ran smack into Ron while he'd been caught up in his thoughts. Since he had been caught off guard, Harry found himself sprawled on the ground, but he quickly took in Ron's stance, his eyes flickering over the lanky frame, and had to fight back the urge to snap at him. Ron had purposely run into him. It was plain to see by the way he was slightly crouched, how his arms were out and bent at the elbow. He'd taken advantage of Harry's inattention to knock him to the ground. But Ron wasn't looking at him He was looking at Lord Slytherin.
Salazar hadn't noticed the little red-headed whelp until after he had assessed that Harry was unharmed from his fall. He had seen him earlier, but didn't know what the stupid child was up to until it was too late. He, instead, chose to observe Harry, and he was surprised to see the little Gryffindor child quickly assess the red child, to see understanding flit across the small features, and a look of forced sheepishness as he spoke to get the idiot boy's attention.
“Sorry, mate. I didn't see you there...” Harry said, pretending to look guilty and rubbed the back of his head while standing and brushing himself off. He knew that Ron could be petty and vindictive, but he had hoped it was simply on Dumbledore's orders, not because it was a part of Ron's personality. However, after what Ron had said he'd seen in the mirror of Erised, he supposed that he shouldn't have been that surprised...
Ron continued to stare at the strange man for a moment, taking in his robes, which bore the look of an old cut, ruffles that reminded him of his Aunt's dress robes, and his face, which was pale, angular, and refined. He was almost reminiscent of a dark-haired Malfoy (Sr.) except for the fact that neither of the two men had any resemblance to the other. It was the air of aristocracy that flashed similar in the young boy's mind, but he didn't care. It was the Malfoy comparison that got him to immediately decide that he didn't like this new man. He turned his contemptuous gaze to Harry, the famous little git of the century. “'S alright, mate.” he said with clearly faked cheer. “I know you didn't mean to run into me. You should have payed more attention to me.”
Harry said nothing, but nodded absently as he contemplated the murderous look on Lord Slytherin's face. Of course, it wasn't obvious, but Harry recognized the glint in the man's eyes from the various experiences with his Uncle, and more recently, Voldemort and even Dumbledore. Honestly. Does everybody think he was that stupid? He sighed and turned his attention to the portraits, which he hadn't noticed until now. He then realized that they were buzzing with excitement, frames were crowded as every painting in Hogwarts, it seemed, was trying to get a good and long look at the imposing figure Harry stood beside... And they probably were... Harry sighed again, this time in resignation, before turning to look at Lord Slytherin. “Should we keep going?” he asked the man, who nodded, and continued to lead them toward the Headmaster's office, leaving Ron behind looking red and murderous. Neither of the two really cared...
Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a very unhappy man. He had been quite cheerful this evening, waking from a nap with lemon-drops raining from the sky, while everyone wore hot pink robes, and then eating lemon-drops while plotting Lord Voldemort's downfall and the death of one Harry Potter. It had been quite a good evening, indeed, until he was suddenly faced with a pensive-looking Harry and a man he knew within two seconds was Hogwarts' only remaining Founder. He also knew that this shouldn't have been possible. In the following meeting that ensued, Albus Dumbledore was harassed by Slytherin, and when he tried to show the Founder not to mess with him, he was forcefully ejected from Hogwarts for his troubles, with only a sack of lemon-drops for company. And it was raining out. No. Albus Dumbledore was NOT a happy man at all.
To Be Continued.
(A/N: I know that was a horrible way to end the chapter, but I'll have the full details of Dumby's ejection in the next chapter, as well as everybody's reactions. Hehehe. This is going to be fun. Oh, and by the way. For those who haven't guessed, this will have Ron, and Dumbledore!Bashing. Hermione will be made good. Just wait. I like Hermy-own-ninny. roflmao)
Of A Slytherin Nature
“...:Parsletongue:...”
Author's Note: I am SOOOO sorry for not updating this sooner! I've been so preoccupied with life and everything that I haven't had the time. That will all be changing, because I will bloody well make time! Thank you for all your reviews, support, and suggestions. I appreciate all of them, and without further ado, Chapter 4!
The walk up to the Headmaster's office was silent, and while Harry didn't really mind the silence, he was uncomfortable. Well, not uncomfortable, but afraid. He wasn't afraid of Lord Slytherin. No, he was afraid of what the Headmaster was going to do once he realized that Harry was going to be taken away from his control. Harry wasn't blind, nor was he stupid by any means. He just pretended to be. He knew that Dumbledore was only trying to keep him under his control to have a weapon for the war against Voldemort. He also knew, after the harsh wake-up call last year with Quirrel, that Voldemort was going to come back. There was nothing that could be done to stop that, however, he could be trained to defeat him like Lord Slytherin had suggested...
WHAM!
He ran smack into Ron while he'd been caught up in his thoughts. Since he had been caught off guard, Harry found himself sprawled on the ground, but he quickly took in Ron's stance, his eyes flickering over the lanky frame, and had to fight back the urge to snap at him. Ron had purposely run into him. It was plain to see by the way he was slightly crouched, how his arms were out and bent at the elbow. He'd taken advantage of Harry's inattention to knock him to the ground. But Ron wasn't looking at him He was looking at Lord Slytherin.
Salazar hadn't noticed the little red-headed whelp until after he had assessed that Harry was unharmed from his fall. He had seen him earlier, but didn't know what the stupid child was up to until it was too late. He, instead, chose to observe Harry, and he was surprised to see the little Gryffindor child quickly assess the red child, to see understanding flit across the small features, and a look of forced sheepishness as he spoke to get the idiot boy's attention.
“Sorry, mate. I didn't see you there...” Harry said, pretending to look guilty and rubbed the back of his head while standing and brushing himself off. He knew that Ron could be petty and vindictive, but he had hoped it was simply on Dumbledore's orders, not because it was a part of Ron's personality. However, after what Ron had said he'd seen in the mirror of Erised, he supposed that he shouldn't have been that surprised...
Ron continued to stare at the strange man for a moment, taking in his robes, which bore the look of an old cut, ruffles that reminded him of his Aunt's dress robes, and his face, which was pale, angular, and refined. He was almost reminiscent of a dark-haired Malfoy (Sr.) except for the fact that neither of the two men had any resemblance to the other. It was the air of aristocracy that flashed similar in the young boy's mind, but he didn't care. It was the Malfoy comparison that got him to immediately decide that he didn't like this new man. He turned his contemptuous gaze to Harry, the famous little git of the century. “'S alright, mate.” he said with clearly faked cheer. “I know you didn't mean to run into me. You should have payed more attention to me.”
Harry said nothing, but nodded absently as he contemplated the murderous look on Lord Slytherin's face. Of course, it wasn't obvious, but Harry recognized the glint in the man's eyes from the various experiences with his Uncle, and more recently, Voldemort and even Dumbledore. Honestly. Does everybody think he was that stupid? He sighed and turned his attention to the portraits, which he hadn't noticed until now. He then realized that they were buzzing with excitement, frames were crowded as every painting in Hogwarts, it seemed, was trying to get a good and long look at the imposing figure Harry stood beside... And they probably were... Harry sighed again, this time in resignation, before turning to look at Lord Slytherin. “Should we keep going?” he asked the man, who nodded, and continued to lead them toward the Headmaster's office, leaving Ron behind looking red and murderous. Neither of the two really cared...
Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a very unhappy man. He had been quite cheerful this evening, waking from a nap with lemon-drops raining from the sky, while everyone wore hot pink robes, and then eating lemon-drops while plotting Lord Voldemort's downfall and the death of one Harry Potter. It had been quite a good evening, indeed, until he was suddenly faced with a pensive-looking Harry and a man he knew within two seconds was Hogwarts' only remaining Founder. He also knew that this shouldn't have been possible. In the following meeting that ensued, Albus Dumbledore was harassed by Slytherin, and when he tried to show the Founder not to mess with him, he was forcefully ejected from Hogwarts for his troubles, with only a sack of lemon-drops for company. And it was raining out. No. Albus Dumbledore was NOT a happy man at all.
To Be Continued.
(A/N: I know that was a horrible way to end the chapter, but I'll have the full details of Dumby's ejection in the next chapter, as well as everybody's reactions. Hehehe. This is going to be fun. Oh, and by the way. For those who haven't guessed, this will have Ron, and Dumbledore!Bashing. Hermione will be made good. Just wait. I like Hermy-own-ninny. roflmao)