I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER...JUST THE ALTERED STORY LINE!
Chapter 1
October 31: The night that changed everything
Harry and Jacob Potter were the twin sons of Lilly and James Potter. Harry had bright piercing green eyes with midnight black hair. Jacob on the other hand had brown hair and deep blue eyes.
The infants were in bed already while the ministry appointed baby sitter was downstairs reading the Daily Prophet. James and Lilly were out with their friends Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. They both needed a break after being cooped up in their house for months hiding from Lord Voldemort. All of this because of a prophecy that mentioned that a boy born at the end of July would rise and destroy Lord Voldemort.
Jacob Potter was already showing signs of greatness in his parents eyes. He was performing works of accidental magic; levitating objects, blowing out the lights, and even changing his brother's hair color. What they didn't realize was that it was in fact their other son doing all of that.
Harry was mostly a quite child unlike his brother who was constantly seeking attention anyway he could. When Lilly tried to get Harry to say Mommy, all that came out were a bunch of hisses. She just thought that he was trying to be funny or something and ignored it.
But tonight would change both boy's fates, for better or worse. Lord Voldemort was out on the hunt tonight, his target being the Potter twins. He walked the streets and thought how easy it would be to kill these people, but decided against it not wanting to attract unwanted attention.
He reached the front of where he was informed the Potter house should be. The house came into view as he got closer. He strolled up to the door taking his wand out and blasted it off its hinges.
The ministry worker inside screamed and pulled her wand out to confront whoever it was that caused the noise. She got around the corner wall and met a pair of slit red eyes. Her mouth started to quiver in terror before it all stopped with a flash of bright green eyes.
"Too easy," thought Voldemort as he mounted the stairs to where a child could be herd screaming. He flicked his wand causing the door to viciously swing open to the nursery. He found two cribs in there, each with a child in them. The one with the name Jacob on it had a child grinning the bars and crying whereas the other crib with the name Harry on it held a child who just stared at the man.
"Aren't you scared now little one," Voldemort asked using the language of the snakes, parseltongue. What he did not expect was for the child to reply back.
"No," little Harry answered using parseltongue.
"You understand little one," he asked.
"Yes," the boy replied.
This caused Voldemort to chuckle. A possible savior of the light was related to him, for only those of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin could speak that language. He had a new plan now. He would place a piece of his soul, a horcrux, into this Harry child and convince him to follow him when he was older and could wield magic. This would also allow them to communicate, giving Voldemort the opportunity to teach Harry the Dark Arts at a young age.
Voldemort decided that he must go into hiding, fake his own death so he could have this child look like the savior of the light, but actually be his apprentice. He split his soul and put it into Harry, who did not even cry but instead closed his eyes and fell asleep as a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt appeared on his forehead. Jacob Potter was still crying and screaming at this point.
He pointed his wand at the ceiling and created a huge explosion. He flew out and disapparated to one of his hidden mansions in the hills of Ireland.
Lilly and James returned soon after and found the front door missing and all the lights turned off. They pulled out their wands and found the Ministry worker dead just below the staircase. They both ran up the stairs to the nursery where they found Jacob screaming and reaching out for his parents. They both rushed over to him completely ignoring Harry who had woken up at his parents arrival and was watching the whole thing.
"He did it James,"Lilly cried holding their son," Voldemort is dead! The prophecy was right, Jacob is our savior!"
"He must have," James said holding his family...well most of them," we must inform Dumbledore of this!"
James dashed out of the nursery and down to the fire place to tell the Headmaster of Hogwarts the good news.
Albus Dumbledore apparated to the front of their house immediately. James and Lilly stood on the front door step with little Jacob in their arms.
They led Albus up the stairs to the nursery room where he did a full examination. He saw the hole in the ceiling and little Harry watching him, his eyes glowing and bright green in the night.
"He is not dead," Albus told them," Jacob here must of wounded him severely, but we better not take any chances. He was must start training in magic as soon as possible."
Harry chose this moment to cause the door on his crib to open. He then started to levitate over to Albus.
"Look," James said trying to lighten the moment," Jacob is already doing magic!"
Albus caught the boy in astonishment. Most people, let alone a baa by could have such control at windless magic. Albus had to make a decision and decided to told both of the boy's parents, "Harry must leave, he will just become a distraction to Jacob's education."
"We can send him to my sister," Lilly voiced without thinking about the well being of her other son. Her sister had always hated magic ever since Lilly had left her for Hogwarts.
"Yes," James said agreeing with his wife," he would only a distraction to our Jacob!"
"So be it," Albus said waving his wand which collected Harry's things while placing them in a pouch," I will take him there now."
Albus wrapped baby Harry in the blanket from his crib and apparated to 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. He approached the house and placed the baby on the front door step while leaving a note in his blanket. He wrung the door bell and left without even making sure Harry was found by his new family.
10 Years later, August 1:
It has been almost eleven years since Harry had been dropped into his new hell. The Durselys were a detestable lot. They all hated Harry just because he was Petunia's sister's son.
"Come on boy where is my coffee," yelled Vernon.
Harry was reminded constantly that he was unwanted between them telling him his parents were alive and happier off with his twin brother or that he was a freak. Harry picked up the post first as he was leaving his cupboard where he resided within the house. He flipped through until he found a letter with his name on it.
He entered the kitchen and got his Uncle Vernon his coffee while placing all the main but his letter on the table.
"Look Daddy," Dudley yelled pointing at Harry," he's got a letter!"
Quicker than possible Vernon snatched the letter out of Harry's hands before he could get away. Vernon took one look at it before yelling for Petunia to come over. She glanced at the letter, her eyes visibly widening in recognization of what was happening.
"Give it back, it's mine," Harry pleaded to no avail.
"No," Vernon growled out in frustration," you will not be going!"
Harry felt something building up in him. Again his family was trying to put him down and he was fed up. Then, he felt something snap. He reached his hand out and the letter zoomed out of Vernon's hand into his own.
This only angered Vernon who got up to tackle Harry and burn the letter, but right before Vernon was on Harry, the boy flicked his hand to the side at his Uncle. Vernon flew into the wall next to him and stayed there, unable to more.
Petunia screamed as did Dudley. The front door at that moment swung open to reveal a women in a green cloak and black hat with a feather in it. She looked at the scene that was before her; a boy who was holding a Hogwarts letter in one hand while the other was in the position that had to be what was holding Mr. Dursely to the wall.
"Mr. Potter please release him," she said sternly after coming back down to earth. Harry relaxed his hand and Vernon came down in a heap on the floor. He scurried away to his wife and son and stared to hold them in his arms crying.
"Who the bloody hell are you," he yelled.
"I am Professor Minerva Mcgonagall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she said, "I am here to collect Mr. Potter, I had left a note stating that in his letter...which you have yet to open I see."
Harry opened the letter and read through it. He then took notice of the second paper in the letter as well.
"Grab your stuff Mr. Potter," Minerva said to Harry," then we will be off."
"Ready then," Harry said walking over to the stair cupboard.
Curiosity got the better of Minerva as she looked in to where the boy had gone. To her horror she saw multiple blankets and clothes lying on the floor in a makeshift bed.
Harry turned to her and said," Sorry, this is all I have."
Minerva tuned a bright shade of red and green sparks came out of her wand," Don't tell me you also lived in this cupboard!"
"All my life."
Minerva turned and pointed her wand at the Dursley family," You insufferable Muggles! Be glad there are laws that prevent me from cursing the living shit out of you! Harry we are leaving, don't expect to be coming back here!"
Harry nodded at which Minerva grabbed him by the arm and disapparated to Diagon Alley before she did something that would get her arrested.
Minerva could not believe what she had saw. The boy was willingly put there by Lily and James Potter, and who could forget it was at the suggestion of the leader of the light Albus Dumbledore who told them to do it.
They apparated inside a bar where Harry started to take in deep breaths of air.
"Sorry about that Mr. Potter," she said," I had to get out of that despicable place, I knew Albus should of listened to me!"
"I'm just glad to be out of there," Harry said," and please call me Harry."
"Ok Harry," Mcgonagall said," now let's go get some money from your family's vault."
They headed down the street to the bank know as Gringotts. They walked through the giant wooden double doors and up to the front desk.
"Mr. Potter here would like to make a withdraw from his family's account," Mcgonagall said to the goblin placing a key infront of him," 50 galleons should do."
"Very well," he said nodding and pulling out a sac of gold, counting out the fifty gold galleons. They proceed out of the bank and down the street stopping at the various shoppes to pickup supplies until it was time to get a wand.
"Ollivanders, best place to get your wand," she said smiling.
They entered the shop and found themselves being greater by a small old man.
"Minerva long time no see," he said smiling," nine and a half inches, Fur and Dragon Heartstring. Now who have you brought me?"
"This is Harry Potter and he is in need of a wand!"
"Very good," Ollivander said smiling," which hand do you write with?"
"I'm ambidextrous," Harry said smiling at the man.
"Well we'll have to try both hands then. Who knows? You might need two," he said while chuckling.
A tape measure came zooming over to Harry and started to measure how long his arm was. Ollivander used that information and went around to the various shelves picking out wands in what seemed to be a random order.
They went through at least a dozen wands before he had a thought pass through his mind. It was a wand that was put high on the shelf where it was to stay until the Savior came for it.
"I know I shouldn't try this since this one is supposed to be on hold till later today, but let's see if anything will happen," Ollivander said taking the wand out," Holly and Phoenix Feather, eleven inches."
The wand grew warm in Harry's left hand and red sparks shot out the tip.
"Yes, this wand was definitely yours," Ollivander said in wonder," now let's see if we can find another. Follow me!"
Ollivander lead Harry to the shelves and told him," Place your hand on the side of the boxes till you feel something."
Harry did as he said moving his hand along the wall of wands. He knew he was getting closer to the older wands and he saw more and more dust that had collected on them. Finally as he reached the last row of shelves he felt on of the boxes pull out slightly into his hand.
"This one," Harry said pulling out the box and handing it to Ollivander.
"How very curious," he said under his breath," Yew and Basilisk Venom, thirteen inches."
Harry waved the wand and green smoke came out of it and formed a snake.
"Do you know anything about wand lore Mr. Potter?"
"No."
"Yew wood is know to be extremely powerful, but at times it leads people to believe that the wizard who wields a wand of yew is dark. What's more is that the cord is rarer than any other. Very hard to come by Basilisk venom, this is the only wand I have ever made using it. Basilisk venom has only been used in few wands throughout history, one being Salazar Slytherin, because the magic cast from this wand is very potent. You might try to levitate a feather and instead make it fly high into the air. What is curious to me is that the wood used to craft this wand is from the same tree as Voldemort. Likewise the core of your other wand contains the other tail feather of the same Phoenix whose first tail feather resides in the core of Voldemort's wand as well. We can expect great things from you!"
Mcgonagall and Harry left the shoppe after paying 13 galleons for each wand. The final stop was to collect a pet for Harry. They walked into the store and he immediately zeroed in on a small black snake with green diamonds going down its back.
"Hello," Harry said talking to the snake.
"A speaker, never in my day would I think to meet one," the snake said picking his head up.
"Would you like to come live with me," Harry asked.," you don't seem very happy here."
"Yes, please get me out of here," he said pushing his head at the top of the case holding him in.
Harry took off the lid and placed his hand down allowing the snake to curl around it. He walked up to the counter to where Mcgonagall was talking with the shoppe keeper. The man looked down and started to shake.
"Don't move," he said pulling his wand out while the snake hissed at him.
"I'll take him," Harry said smiling," he is quite friendly."
"No he isn't," the keeper said," that is one of the most venomous snakes known to all wizards, just below the feared Basilisk!"
"How much," Harry asked.
"Now Harry," Mcgonagall said," please put the snake down, you wouldn't be able go bring to Hogwarts anyway."
"How much," Harry asked ignoring her.
"Take him," the keeper said as Harry strolled out with Mcgonagall right behind him.
"I meant what I said Harry, that snake can't go to Hogwarts!"
"Please Professor," Harry pleaded," I will take care of him a and make sure he behaves himself."
"How will you do that," she asked.
"Like this," Harry said as he made hissing sounds which brought the snake out of his sleeve and onto his open hand.
"You are a Parseltongue," she said quietly," Harry never do that again in public, ok?"
"Ok," Harry agreed,"now please tell me that you weren't kidding that I would not have to go back to that place."
"No," Mcgonagall said shaking her head," you will stay with me till from now on. I would never be able to live with myself if I allowed you back there."
"Thanks Professor!"
September 1st:
Harry and Professor Mcgonagall could be seen walking along together on platform 9 3/4. People would nod to her as she past them or even talk to her until she told them that she was to get young Harry to the train. Young Harry had his snake, who he now called Night, wrapped around his arm hidden in his sleeve.
A lot had happened since that day in Diagon Alley. Minerva Mcgonagall had decided to blood adopt Harry to get him away from his other family, the Durselys. During the time since Diagon Alley Mcgonagall decided to start teaching Harry a little bit before term started. To her amazement Harry was extremely good at magic; he was a natural at charms and even transfiguration, the hardest of all subjects...except dark magic and wand less magic. Within a week Harry had performed all the material for those two subjects that would be covered that year. Mcgonagall went back to Flourish and Blotts and bought him the rest of the books he would need at Hogwarts for Charms and Transfiguration.
Everything was fine until a certain family entered. They were the Potters; James, Lily, and their son Jacob. The people in the station ran up and started to crowd them, well the members of the Light side did. Jacob smiled the whole time basking in his own fame shaking their hands.
"Who are they Professor," Harry asked.
"They were your family," Professor Mcgonagall said bitterly. Minerva had grown to hate the Potter family after talking to Harry and learning of all the tortures he had to go through. How they could willingly given up their child just because Dumbledore had said to was beyond her. Just thinking of that man really lit a fire under her arse. How could the leader of the Light rip apart a family when knowing full well of what could and would happen to him.
"The woman is Lily Potter, Muggle Studies Professor at Hogwarts," Minerva said point at her, "the man is James Potter, an Auror in the Ministry. Finally, there is their spoiled child Jacob, our supposed Savior."
Harry stood there shaking, staring at the Potters. He hissed coldly under his breath which was joined by Night, and his hair tuned a bright red. Harry thrust out his fist toward the boy and his family. All their heads cocked back as if they had just got sucker punched in the face. Minerva just looked on in amazement at what she had just witnessed. Harry had just shown that he had mastery over wand less magic, something that few people have ever obtained since it requires years of training.
"Did you do that," Minerva asked.
"Yes," he said looking into her eyes," that was one of the kindest things that that other family had ever done to me."
Just thinking about all the tortures her adopted son had to go through made her blood boil even higher than before. She had seen the scares from all the injuries that were inflicted on him. She was able to heal all of them except for the one above his eyes on his forehead.
At this point James was furious and demanding to know who had done such a thing, Lily was comforting a scared Jacob, while everyone else just looked on in amazement. Their Savior had just been injured in front of them, and no one could protect him.
"I didn't see anything," Mcgonagall said to Harry who was starting to calm down.
"I will see you later then Professor," Harry said turning toward the train.
"Take care till then," Minerva said disapparating back to Hogwarts to finish preparations for the upcoming year.
Harry made his way over to the train and got on. He found an open apartment and slid into it, placing his trunk over him on the rack. He was soon joined by a blond and black haired boys. They both sat opposite seat and just studied him for a moment.
"My name is Harry Mcgonagall if that is what you are wondering," Harry said to them.
"Any relation to Professor Mcgonagall," the dark haired boy asked receiving a nod from Harry, "My name is Blaise Zabini."
Harry took his hand while other started to speak," and I'm Draco Malfoy, it's a pleasure."
Harry also took his hand smiling.
"I'm her adopted son," Harry said, causing the boys' eyebrows to rise," something wrong with that?"
"Not if we knew you came from a magical family," Draco had said.
"If you really must know my original parents were James and Lily Potter," Harry said with disdain," they kicked me out to my mother's abusive Muggle family. I hate them!"
"I knew they were to perfect," Blaise said," sorry about that mate."
"Another good reason to hate the Potters," Draco said.
The three of them talked about which house they wanted to be sorted in for the first few hours. Night had wanted to get out of Harry's sleeve and started to hiss to be let out.
"May I come out," Night asked.
Harry stopped talking to Blaise and Draco and placed his arm straight out over the other half of his seat.
"Come on out," Harry hissed.
Draco and Blaise looked at each other as to what was going on. Their question was answered as a black snake with green diamonds on its back came slithering out of Harry's sleeve to curl up on the seat next to him.
"Your a Parseltongue," Draco exclaimed.
"Yea, got a problem with that too?"
"No,"Blaise replied," it's just only those related to Salazar Slytherin can speak to snakes."
The rest of the ride went on with more conversations until it was time to change into their robes. They all placed their wands on the seats next to each other. Both boys noticed that Harry had two.
"Why do you have two wands Harry," Blaise asked admiring them.
"I'm ambidextrous and was chosen by both. One being Holly and Phoenix, the other is Yew and Basilisk venom."
Both Blaise and Draco looked stunned at hearing of the second wand. Them being from pureblood families would know a little knowledge on wand lore.
Harry placed his wands in the pouches within his robe. The train came to a stop soon as they had reached their destination, Hogsmeade.
They got out off their compartment and on to the platform. There was a big bearded man who walked around in brown skin coats calling out," First years, this way!"
They followed the big man who had introduced himself as Hagrid, the Games Keeper at Hogwarts. All the first years were led down a wooded path until they came to a great black lake that had small boats bloating on top.
"Three to a boat," Hagrid bellowed out.
Harry, Draco, and Blaise jumped into one boat and waited till everyone else was in. Hagrid checked to make sure everyone was in a boat and climbed into his own. He placed his lantern forward on the boat launching him and the others across the lake.
A few minutes later the giant dark stoned castle came into view, with lights illuminating the windows. The first years 'ohhed' and 'awed' looking up at the castle. It was an impressive site to behold.
The boats sailed on toward the castle and came to rest on a small beach area just in front of the castle.
"Everyone gather 'round and follow me," Hagrid called. He led them up the grounds and through the castle until he stopped in front of two large oak doors where a familiar face was waiting.
"There you go Professor Mcgonagall," Hagrid said passing her to enter the room behind the giant doors.
"Hello and welcome to Hogwarts," Mcgonagall said looking over the group of first years spotting Harry," in a few moments you shall pass through these doors and be sorted into your House; they are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your house will be like your family. Points will be add to your house for good deeds, any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year the House with the most points will win the house cup. Please wait here."
As Mcgonagall slipped between the two doors, the one person Harry never wanted to see again walked up to him. A boy with red hair was following him. Harry looked beside him and saw Draco and Blaise throwing heated stares at both boys.
"You were the one that was with Professor Mcgonagall earlier weren't you," Jacob asked Harry.
"I would think so since she is my adoptive Mother," Harry retorted back to him.
"I didn't know she adopted a son," the red headed boy piped in.
"It was just a few weeks ago," Harry said looking at the other boy," I didn't catch either of your names, mine in Harry Mcgonagall."
"I'm Ronald Weasely," the red haired kid replied," and if you don't know who this is you must of been living under a rock."
'Or a staircase' Harry thought. Draco started laughing when he heard who the red head was, as did Blaise.
"I'd shut up if I were you Malfoy, Zambini," Jacob said," Harry, come with us, we can help you more than those two ever could."
Jacob stood there smiling holding his hand out.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Harry said holding out his hand while Night stuck his head out and hissed while showing his teeth," and no thanks, I think I'm with better company."
Jacob was in shock. He had never been told no before by anyone, or threatened for that matter, even indirectly.
"Maybe Professor Mcgonagall made a mistake adopting you," Jacob said turning away. The group that Jacob was walking back to started to laugh and point at Harry. Anger seeping out of him at this point, his hair flashing through a multitude of colors that one could say resembled a fire.
Harry exhaled the air from his lungs and started to suck in, imagining all the air being pulled out of Jacob and his group of friends. The group stopped laughing and started to grab at their necks. Everyone looked on in horror wondering what was going on. Now it was Harry's friends that were laughing at the plight that Jacob and his group were in. Harry held on to that breath for a few more seconds until he heard the door opening. He exhaled the held breath which allowed the group to breath normally again.
"What is wrong with all of you," Mcgonagall said looking at them," I suggest you all pull yourselves together now and follow me."
"I know you did that," Jacob said coldly to Harry.
"How," Harry asked bearing a believable confused face," I didn't have either of my wands out."
"Mr. Potter," Mcgonagall said sternly," do you want to be the first student of the year to get a detention, but also the first student in Hogwarts history to lose house points before being sorted."
"No Professor, sorry," Jacob went back to his group as they all formed two single-file rows to enter the Hall.
They passed through the doors into a giant Hall. There were four rows of tables that Harry assumed were separated into the four Houses of Hogwarts. There were a multitude of lit candles that floated above everyone in the Hall.
"Wonder how everyone doesn't have wax all over their heads," asked one of the students behind Harry.
"They are charmed that once the wax melts down the side of the candle it rehardens at the bottom so that the candle will never loose its shape," a girl with bushy brown hair replied who was next to Harry.
"Then what about the ceiling," Jacob asked already knowing the answer to the question.
"It's enchanted to look like sky above the roof," she answered right away," I read about it in Hogwarts a History."
Now Harry felt bad for the girl, she had to of been Muggleborn. Probably scarred being away from home and thrust into a world that children were told didn't exist. He hoped she wasn't placed in Jacob's House.
They reached the front of the Hall where a stool with an old hat was placed on top in front of the staff table. The hat came to life and started to sing a song, but Harry didn't pay attention as the song was long and boring to him. When it stopped Mcgonagall pulled out a list with names on it.
"When I call your name you shall put on the hat and be sorted. Bones, Susan!"
The students passed on, the girl that had been next to Harry went to Gryffindor.
"Potter, Ha...I'm sorry that's a mistake on the list," Mcgonagall said.
Lily Potter sat back in her chair in silence. She had been look forward to this day for years. Did she regret giving up her other son, yes. She understood that it was for the better but wanted to meet him again after all these years and try to make amends for the mistake she made all those years ago.
Jacob looked confused again. He was told the other day that he had a twin brother and would meet him at Hogwarts. They told him he was sent to live with his mother's family as they were the only other relatives alive while he was trained.
"Potter, Jacob!"
The boy went up and placed the hat on his head, and within a few seconds the boy was put into Gryffindor. The Great Hall was filled with screams of joy from the Gryffindor table along with Lily Potter who stood up from her chair at the staff table and started to clap for the boy.
'Poor Hermione' Harry thought.
After a few more students Draco was called up. The hat had barely touched his head before it cried out,"SLYTHERIN!"
Draco went over to the table on the far left side of the room.
"Mcgonagall, Harry," Minerva said smiling.
Harry went up to the stool where the hat was placed over his head.
'Such a mind you have, only that Granger girl could be considered close to you, and even then...'
'Ahh...Thank you.'
'Sorry about your past, living with those...things.'
'I don't want your pity but thanks.'
'Talented with wand less magic I see, very rare, and able to talk to snakes! You could excel in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, but I know which house you belong in...'
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table cheered, as did all the other tables except for the Gryffindor table. Harry looked up and saw that Mcgonagall was a little upset that he wasn't sorted into her house but glad at the same time, knowing that she would of had to separate him and Jacob constantly.
Harry went over and sat down next to Draco as they waited for the sorting to be over. It came to a close with Blaise also being sorted into Slytherin.
The headmaster stood up to give his speech. He stood behind a podium of a bronze owl that lifted its wings, drawing everyone's attention to him.
"Welcome new and old student to another year at Hogwarts, I'm am the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Take note that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is strictly out of bounds for those of you not wanting to die a most painful death. On a semi-lighter note stay out of the Forbidden Forest or you might get eaten. Speaking of eating, let the feast begin!"
Food appeared on the plates in front of everyone within the great hall. Harry and his friends grabbed the turkey legs, mashed potatoes, and so much more; eating till they couldn't anymore.
"Minerva," Lily Potter quietly said to Mcgonagall who was sitting next to her," are you certain there was a mistake on the list?"
"Quite," Mcgonagall said looking her in the eyes," I witnessed the boy cease to exist as Harry Potter myself."
Lily Potter excused herself and went crying to her private living quarters to floo James Potter that their son Harry was no more.
Mcgonagall was not happy that she mislead Lily to believe that their son was dead, but it needed to be done for Harry's sake. If they were so willing to give him up to that horrible family simply because Dumbledore said to, they deserved to wait longer and suffer because of a simple play on words.
The feast ended and the Prefects rounded up the first years of their Houses. Harry followed a fifth-year by the name of Marcus Flint. They went down multiple staircases, made turns at the most random places, but finally came to a hallway where there were many portraits lining the walls. The portraits were floor to ceiling in length and about four-feet wide. There were many famous witches and wizards on the walls with golden plaques displaying their names on it; Merlin, Bloody Baron, Elizabeth Burke, Morgan Le Fay, Herpo the Foul, Phineas Nigellus Black, and Celine Slytherin.
"Welcome to the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. Take note of all the portraits around you. They have all made great contributions to the family of Slytherin in some way, shape, or form. All of them will open when given the correct password but only one of the passages revealed will take you to the common room located within the deepest dungeon of Hogwarts. The others will lead you to different places within the castle. For example, Merlin leads to the Library and Morgan Le Fay takes you to the Transfiguration classroom. In your free time try out all the portraits to see where they will take you, they are the fastest route to your classes. The only portrait that leads to the common room is the one of Celine Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin's only child. The password for this month in Basilisk, the password changes on a monthly bases so make sure to check the bulletin board at the beginning of every month."
"The password will also be related to something in this room. A 'Basilisk' is a dark creature that was created by Herpo the Foul, and one of the first recorded Parseltongues. Slytherins must be cunning and smart so if you forget you must be smart enough to figure it out, the portraits may lead you astray as well. Let's move on."
Marcus said the password to the portrait of Celine, she nodded and her portrait swung forward revealing a passageway lit by torches. They continued down two more flights of stairs till they came to an light at the end.
The common room of the Slytherin house was quite large. It had black brick walls, black and green marble flooring, and several massive fireplaces that ablaze with green fire. Green chairs were placed around the fireplaces along with coffee tables and footrests. The chandeliers above helped illuminate the place as well. There were multiple tables around the spacious room as well as bookshelves containing old copies of books probably long forgotten. The begs part was probable be the stained glass window that had to separate the room from the Black Lake. The picture in the glass was of their crest, a green snake with red eyes.
There were a few students lounging on the furniture talking about their summer and catching up.
"Welcome to your new home! All of you follow me, we have a few stops left."
Marcus led them over to on of the staircases leading upwards past more portraits, these were different though for they had different kinds of snakes on them with a number in silver at the top.
"This is where you will live while here at Hogwarts for the next seven years. Before you pick out your room you must go before a certain person first, Salazar Slytherin."
Marcus lead them to a portrait at the end of their section which held the their founder Salazar Slytherin. He was depicted as a bald old man with pale skin and bright Green eyes within the portrait.
"Step forward new members of our house and see if you are worthy of residing within my own private quarters. All you must do is say the password correctly," Salazar said looking at Marcus to tell them.
"The password is 'open'."
That had to be too easy, but Harry decided that he would go last. All the first year Slytherins looked excited and rushed forward to try their luck at being correct. Salazar started to get annoyed as it seemed there would be another year without having one of his heirs entering his house.
Everyone had tried and failed, except for Harry who had an idea. 'What if this is a test.'
Harry walked up to Salazar and using the language the snakes and hissed,"Open."
Salazar grew a big smile and replied," That is correct."
"That's no fair all he did was hiss," one of the girls, Pansy Parkinson, yelled out.
"IGNORANT CHILD," Salazar boomed," YOU DARE QUESTION ME?"
The group, except for Harry, did all they could not to piss themselves at this point.
"This boy is a Parseltongue and one of my own," he continued,"Come inside."
The portrait opened and Harry waved to his friends as he went inside. He climbed up a set of stairs and came into a massive study. The room had to be as large as the common room, if not larger, containing multiple shelves with thousands of books on it. There was a table for potions with ingredients stocking the shelves above. A blank portrait hung above a massive fireplace that was heating the room. Harry looked up and was surprised to see there was a glass dome with the night sky outside it.
"Amazing yes," a voice startled Harry until he looked up to see the once empty portrait was now occupied by Salazar Slytherin," that glass dome is enchanted just like the ceiling of the great hall. I have the room updated every year for the benefit of my heir. Go up those stairs over there and look at your living quarters on your left, bathroom on right."
"Sir, is there anywhere I can place my friend Night," Harry asked holding up his hand so that Night came out.
"Ohhhh, a Green Diamond Black snake, native to Southern England and Northern France."
"It is an honor to meet you sir," Night hissed moving his head downward in what appeared to be a bow.
"You may use this as your home as well," Salazar said.
"Thank you," Night hissed sliding up and across Harry's shoulder.
They went over to the staircase past the writing desk and climbed upward. They came to a half circle room with a balcony that overlooked the study below. The bed was covered in fresh green and silver sheets, the bed facing the balcony.
Night slithered off his shoulders and onto the bed coiling up to rest.
He then went to look at the bathroom and was shocked. There was a sink with a faucet that was shaped like a snake's head. A huge tub was located in the corner of the room and a shower on the other end.
"This is amazing!"
"There is one last place you must go, so come down here," Salazar called up to him.
Harry climbed down leaving Night on his bed to go to sleep.
"There is just one other place you need to go before turning in," Salazar said," the Chamber of Secrets. You must not tell anyone where or how to get in to it, along with what is inside it. Simply say open at the door."
The fire in the fireplace went out and the wall behind it slid back to reveal stairs leading down.
"Call for Septima, she will not harm you and prove to be a great help in your quest for knowledge."
Harry went down the stairs and found himself in a dark cave. There was vault door that had multiple snakes on it keeping whatever was inside where it was.
"Open," Harry hissed as he was instructed. He heard a click and saw each snake pull back allowing the door to swing outward. He climbed through the whole into a giant chamber where heads of snakes could be seen lining both sides of the chamber. Harry could see a giant stone replica of Salazar Slytherin's head at the end of the chamber.
He walked up to it and said,"Hello Septima, I was told to come see you!"
Harry heard a giant hiss and saw the mouth of Salazar open. A giant green head came out with spikes that resembled a crown. Harry looked into her eyes and saw they were a bright golden yellow in color. When it was finally out the snake must of been over fifty feet in length.
"Since you did not die by my stare you must truly be a member of the House of Slytherin," Septima hissed to him," it has been a long time since another has visited me!"
"You are a very beautiful snake," Harry said looking up at her.
"Awe, what a nice human," she hissed," we Basilisks are few in numbers thanks to idiot wizards who kill first and ask questions later."
"I am sorry for that. What did Salazar mean when he said you could teach me," Harry asked.
"Many things; there is the basilisk transformation, spells long forgotten, the list goes on," Septima hissed enjoying herself," now return upstairs for there will be more time to discuss these things."
"Thank you Septima and goodnight," Harry hissed returning back the way he came in. He climbed back up the stairs and out the fireplace that returned to its normal state.
"How did if go," Salazar asked.
"I think she likes me."
"That's good! Septima was my first friend as a boy and has been in our family for almost a millennia, take care of her."
"I will," Harry said going up the stairs to finally sleep after a long day.
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