Chapter 1

The Prologue

There was one person who could withstand the basilisk's gaze of death. Lily Evans, the fiery, red-haired dame who could destroy the stone around his heart. Some might say it was inconceivable.

It all started one day in her seventh year. She was in the bathroom, singing as she washed her hands, when the sink suddenly dropped into the ground. Her singing was so raspy and terrible that the sink had thought it was parseltongue! She had no cause to join the choir but exploring she could handle. So, she jumped into the hole left by the sink and down the slide, into the unknown.

Lily walked down the dark, bone covered passage, until she stumbled upon a large, snake like creature, chillin' out, maxing, relaxing all cool. It was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. He had beautiful, deep yellow eyes, the color of the sun, and deep, iridescent scales that were the same shade as algae infested, stagnant water. He smelled like death, but to her, it smelled like warmth and cuddles.

His voice sounded as smooth as honey, with tones as deep as a double bass. "My name is Roberts. The dread basilisk Roberts. Who are you and why do you seek me?"

Even though this snake was beautiful in every way and very sexy, Lily was terrified. She had never met a giant talking snake before! She could make no words, only screams.

Roberts flicked his tongue at her, to taste her scent. Like snakes do. She sure smelled good. Like rainbows and happiness. "Why didn't you die when you met my gaze?"

"Well, I dunno," replied the fear-filled girl.

"You're an amazing conversationalist," he quipped, "I think I love you, nonetheless."

"We just met! I need dinner first."

"All I have are rats."

"That works. I need ketchup, though."

"As you wish. Is Thursday good for you?"

"Nah, I have class."

"Friday evening?"

"Yeah, that should work. I'll be here at, like, six. Or whatever. You gonna wear a Tux?"

"Well, ya know, no legs and all. I got a hat I'll wear."

"Fair enough. See ya later, alligator." And off she went.

"I'm a basilisk!" He called after her.

"Kay," she screamed back, into the darkness.

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The week flew by in eager anticipation for Lily. Whenever she was in class, her mind was down in the sewers, with her new snake lover, and her notes were filled with absent doodles of his hot snake bod. On Friday night, she put on a dark red dress, which was the pattern of a shimmering scales. She took special care in her eyeliner to make sure that it was winged to perfection, battling a black tail Cribo for its splendor. She only hoped it would be enough. Even though she took special care in the rest of her look, Lily wore ratty old sneakers on her feet. Shoes were expensive, and she didn't want to ruin her fancy shoes with gross sewer muck.

Now finding herself ready, she ventured towards the bathroom and slipped inside. To open the sink, she broke out into song, singing the same tune from before. Probably some Adele. Once the sink had opened its pathway, she slid down the tube, into the home of her sexy, sexy snake.

When she entered, she saw him, his mesmerizing, yellow eyes shimmered under a silky black top hat. Tied loosely along his scaled neck was a red and black, polka dot bowtie. There was a distinctive odor of rotisserie rat. It smelled strikingly like chicken. Sewer chicken.

In front of the great Roberts stood a circular wooden table with a white, flowing table cloth on top. Scattered across the tabletop were various types of cutlery, along with two large green scales for plates. Lily was touched. He had shed scales for her? Along with the fine china, there was one, small skull, maybe an opossums', filled to the brim with ketchup. Some of it was coming out of the eye holes, but Lily ignored that, out of politeness.

"Hello, fair lady," he greeted, using his tail to pull out her chair. "Do you like the table setting? I don't have hands, so I normally don't use plates."

"Understandable. So, what's it like to not have legs?" She asked in an attempt to strike up small talk.

"I don't know. What's it like to have hands?"

"Very handy," replied Lily, causing the conversation to end. They looked around for a few moments, until Roberts spoke up again.

"I'll go get the food." And with that, Roberts slithered off, into a back room that totally existed inside the mouth of Slytherin.

A few minutes later, he returned, carrying a platter on his tongue. On it, was the rotisserie rat, Lily had smelled earlier. It was crispy brown and looked rather appetizing despite it being a sewer rat.

"Where's your food?" questioned the red-head when she saw only a single rat.

As she spoke, a skittering and scratching sound emanated from behind one of the snake statues lining the chamber walls. As soon as she saw it, Lily drew her wand from under her bra. A large, brown rodent of unusual size snarled as it emerged in sight. She squealed in fright.

"Don't worry about it," responded Roberts, amused with her reaction. Swiftly, he slithered across the stone floor and launched his large body at the ROUS, twisting his body around it and squeezing tight.

"How was your day?" He casually inquired as he coiled around the rodent, crushing the life out of its body.

She sat there for a second, and then realized. Snake. Snakes constrict. "Aren't you venomous?"

"I'm conserving my venom because it's metabolically expensive to create. Anyways, about your day?"

"Oh. Well, today I took a test in transfiguration. McGonagall is a real hardass. Then, I ate a ton of chicken and took a nap. After that, I got ready, and now I'm here." As she spoke, Lily took up one of the forks on the table, which was made out of a mystery animal's skeleton. The rat was crunchy and tastes not like chicken, but, rather, pork. "This is really good!" She commented, looking up from her plate with a big smile at Roberts, but then it went away when she saw what he was doing.

The ROUS was no longer moving. Instead, it was shoved halfway into Robert's mouth, with only the tail and back end of the rodent sticking out, but it was slowly being swallowed by the hungry snake. Patiently, Lily waited for him to finish. Occasionally, he would try to mumble something out, but, each time, she could not understand anything he had tried to say. As soon as he was done eating, he returned to his side of the table with his bowtie askew and inching its way slowly down his body, as his body was basically all neck.

"You must be very old." Lily looked up at him as she spoke, finishing off her rat.

"You have no idea. I have lots of wisdom from my many years."

"Like what? Please illuminate me with your pearls of wisdom!"

Amused by her request, he complied. "First of all, never get involved in a land war in Asia."

"Did you learn that by experience?" Lily asked, wanting to know more about this interesting topic he had brought up.

"Yes," was all he said on that. "Also, never go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line."

She decided not to question that one. "That's cool. What do you do for a living?" Surely, a very old snake had to be doing something, right?

"Every fifty years of so, I come out to petrify a student or two. Or five. Depends on the day and how I'm feeling. I'm mostly in this Slytherin monster thing for the pay. In return, they through a few ROUS down here every few days or so."

"They?" She asked with a curious look, wondering who would be put in charge of such a thing.

"Just 'they'," he said.

They continued to converse for many hours, until Lily started to feel sleepy, and decided that it was time to leave.

"Thanks for your hospitality, the meal, and even the ketchup."

"Thank you for coming down and finding me," responded the Basilisk with his bowtie nearing the end of his tail at this point.

Lily stood up. She shuffled her feet awkwardly, not knowing what to do, until the large snake brought his head down near her. Without thinking of it, she gently grabbed his face and placed a big smooch on his big snake nose. "Good bye," she said with a big grin before scurrying away, towards the exit.

They continued to secretly see each other nightly for months on end. Tonight, was one of those nights. Lily had ventured down into the depths of the chamber to see her snakey lover. They were sitting together on the floor of the chamber, talking about the cool things going on in her life.

"Yo. I love you," said Roberts.

She gazed deep into his lethal eyes and responded, smiling. "I know."

Then things got heavy.

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A month later, Lily returned to Roberts, but she seemed unhappy. She marched up to him, and he seemed concerned that she was unhappy.

"Roberts. I am gravid."

And then he was unhappy.

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After many nights of arguing back and forth, Lily had made a decision. She walked into the chamber and up to Roberts, who had been laying on the floor, sleeping. She poked him on the nose with her foot. He twitched. She poked harder. He woke up.

"What?" He asked, unhappy to be woken up and still grumpy from their previous fight.

"I am leaving you. I met a man. His name is James. And I think I love him."

He shed a single, giant tear as she walked away. Once she had left, he coiled his long body up, with his broken heart in the center.

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Month later

Lily was sitting in the tub, enjoying some lavender bath salts with a bowl of ramen resting on her large stomach. Downstairs, she could hear James loudly singing some terrible tune. Suddenly, she felt pain and she tossed her ramen bowl onto the floor. Something was stirring deep inside. Then, suddenly, she laid her very own, large egg. It sunk to the bottom of the tub and rolled around a bit as Lily stared in awe. She emptied the tub and picked up the egg instead. It was large and plain white, with specks of blood on it. It was a little soft, and, because it was in the tub, smelled like lavender and birth.

She stared at it for a second, then it started to move. A hand shot out of the egg, grabbing the air. Another hand emerged and started to split open the egg by flailing. James was oblivious, as he was singing so loud. Possibly Adele.

After watching the hands flail about, a baby was seen inside the egg casing. She put it down and grabbed the baby and then started to wipe him off with a towel. He had slit like pupils in emerald green eyes.

"I shall name you Harry," Lily decided as she looked at her new, crying son.