Most people when they hear complaints of a "small bedroom" immediately think that there is too much furniture. My problem is that if I raise my head another inch I'll hit my head on the ceiling for the 100th time. My Room is 10X7X8 foot room. The furniture, perfectly suited for a human student, is no longer good for me now that I'm now a 60 ft long, 3 ft wide snake, commonly called a Basilisk. How did Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, become a specimen of the largest snakes on Earth? That question has a simple answer: Voldemort. You see, he was the one responsible for this mess. The fact that he sent that bloody serpent on me caused this. I still remember…
I watched in horror as the Basilisk slowly, ever so slowly, inched closer, enjoying this. I had been bit, and Fawkes was still trying to heal me. The poison was leaving, but the sword had been knocked out of my grasp. Suddenly, a burst of green light hit Fawks, causing him to burst into flames. A tiny chick appeared. "Hold it!" Riddle (Voldemort) exclaimed in Parseltongue. The great serpent paused. I looked a bit relieved. "Potter, this fight doesn't seem too fair. Maybe I should equalize the playing field." He flicked my wand and killed Fawks, again, once more the tiny chick appeared, used Expelliarmus on my sword, which I had just picked up, and then flickered a little. Ginny started awake and screamed. Tom laughed. "Now onto the best part!" he exclaimed. He then ordered the basilisk to come towards him and to give him some of it's blood, a scale and one of it's now unusable eyes. It complied without hesitation. He used MY wand and mixed them into a strange liquid concoction. He pointed my wand at it and rushed toward me, and forced my mouth open. The liquid rushed down my throat, tasting like… well… expired hot sauce, moldy meat and what can only be described as the most foul tasting drink of all time. I gasped and fell to the ground, trying to breath. "Harry!" Ginny shouted as she rushed over to me. Riddle smirked. Suddenly, a searing pain hit me hard all over.
It felt like all my nerves were on fire. The pain was so intense that I couldn't even scream. My skin began to peel off, revealing scales underneath, my legs and arms merged into my side, leaving my with only a torso and a tail, along with a head. My head became longer and more angled. I felt my teeth elongate into fangs, the poison sacks growing under them. My eyes grew 2 eyelids under the original. And then my body grew wider and more elongated. Finally able to scream, I did, but it ended in a hiss. The Basilisk looked at Riddle, confused. "Now the playing field is level. One Basilisk each, along with one human each." I shuddered as I closed my eyelids, instinctively knowing that other basilisks were immune to the petrifying glare, and that with these closed, it wouldn't affect anyone else. Ginny was screaming in fear and horror, shouting my name again and again. "NO! HAAARRRRRRYYYYYY!" The basilisk lunged at her. My mind, still quite fuzzy, came into focus. One of my friends was in danger by this beast! Hissing, I coiled around her, shielding her, although she didn't realize it. My foe lunged, as I did. However, the playing field was in my advantage; I could still see.
I lunged at this creature that had caused so much pain. Hissing furiously, I managed to get a quick lock on it's head. Biting down with all my strength, the skull cracked and I tasted brain. The foe fell to the ground, dead. Riddle was clapping his hands. "Now you shall serve me." he said arrogantly. I snarled at him. "No." He looked furious. "I command you! I am the heir of Slytherin! You are bound to me!" "The other one was. I am not." I hissed. He went pale. I felt Ginny collapse. Riddle laughed in english, thinking I couldn't understand. Surprisingly, I could. "What does it matter. The girl will be dead soon and I will rise again." I tasted the air, and saw that the diary was the source. Instinctively knowing how deadly my venom was, I lunged at it and bit into it, pumping several ounces of venom, enough to kill a human 50 times over, into the diary. Riddle screamed. It was like he had been bit. He thrashed and screamed and suddenly, he blows up in a spectacular display of light. Meanwhile, Ginny was still trying to escape my grasp by pounding her fists into my hide. "Let me go! Let me go!" she was saying. Carefully, so as not to startle her, I uncoiled myself. Immediately she lunged for her wand and the sword. I grabbed her with my tail. Boy was she scared. Did I smell urine? She was whimpering and sobbing. Trying to get to her, as I couldn't speak in anything besides Parselmouth in this form, I lowered my head, eyelids on, and gently licked the tears off of her face, like a dog did. She was trembling in fear. I suddenly had an idea. Looking over to the water, I looked at my new face. My eyes were like a Basilisk, except for the fact that they were the same green color they were when I was human. I was still a little sad, since I knew I could never be truly human again. I soon found what I was looking for. My scar was still on my head. Turning back to Ginny, I placed the part of my head that had the scar directly in her line of vision, as she was wide eyed, and seemed unable or unwilling to close her eyes. She looked into my eyes, apparently suicidal. When she didn't die, she said, in a squeaking voice, "H-h-harry? I-is that y-you?" I nodded, bobbing my head up and down. "You can understand me?" she asked. I nodded again. "Can you turn back into a human?" I shook my head. "This is all my fault." she said, crying again. Knowing she needed space, I slithered, man that sounds weird, off to where I could see Ron beginning to finally, along with the now-recovering Lockhart, who had no choice but to help if he was to live, had finally created a path to the chamber. I moved into a corner to listen.
"You stupid " Ron muttered. "If we're too late, I'm feeding you to the basilisk." Lockhart paled. Finally, Ron managed to move the boulders away. "Ginny? Harry?" he called. "Ron!" Ginny shouted, and sprinted into Ron's outstretched arms. "Where's Harry?" he asked. "I don't know. After killing the Basilisk, he left me alone. " "Why?" asked Ron. Ginny told him about Tom. "After he killed Dumbledore's Phoenix, who's currently starting to fly, he decided to 'level the playing field.' H-he-" "What Ginny? Where's my best friend?" Ron demanded. "He turned Harry into a basilisk." Ginny managed to say. Well, the following curses were quite new. Honestly, I don't even think the Dursleys would ever use them. "WHAT?!" he shouted. "Ginny, please tell me that isn't true!" he demanded, sobbing. Ginny just looked at him. "I'm sorry. It's true." Ron started screaming at Lockhart. "But," said Ginny, "He kept his memory. He protected me and killed the other basilisk, along with Riddle. When I, feeling guilty, looked into his eyes, I could see eyelids shielding me. Also, he still has the scar." Ron, who looked furious at Ginny after she admitted to trying to kill herself, sighed. "Where is he now?" he asked. Lockhart, meanwhile, was trying to find a way out, not listening, and bumped into me. I quickly turned around, still covering my eyes with my eyelids, and heard a shriek that immediately made me wish I had hands to cover what were earholes on the side of my head. I truly tasted urine. Ron and Ginny ran over, to where they found an unconscious Lockhart with a clearly wet pair of pants, and me. "Bloody Hell." was all that Ron would say. Fawks let out a coo and flew over to them, having now awoken, and immediately went for my eyes. I quickly closed them and buried my head in my coils. Ginny quickly tried to explain the situation. I didn't really know what he understood, but he grabbed Ginny, Lockhart and Ron and with a burst of flame teleported them away. What later transpired Dumbledore told me later.
Dumbledore POV
Back in my office, I was worried. Harry and Ron had gone to the chamber and not come out. Suddenly, Fawkes appeared with a terrified Ron and Ginny, plus an obviously unconscious and pee-soaked Lockhart. "What happened? Where's Harry?" I asked. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you." Ron replied. "Try me." Ron nodded, and with his sister's help, told the story. Honestly that was almost too much for me. When they finished, I was in shock. "Fawks, take me to Mr. Potter."
Harry POV
A flash of flame alerted me to another presence. tasting the air, the 2 scents that came to me were of a phoenix, which smelled like flaming feathers, and a scent of an old creature with incredible power. Dumbledore. "Harry? Is that you?" he asked. I nodded. He picked up some piece of equipment that looked like an earphone. "Now Harry, this can translate Parseltongue. The idea came to me out of nowhere a few years ago. Now Harry, how are you?" he asked, putting the device up to the ear facing me. "Well, it feels odd, as you might expect. I'm a bit worried how I can keep going. Riddle mixed some potion up using my wand. The ingredients were a scale from the original basilisk, 1 pint of its blood and one of its eyes." Dumbledore gasped in horror. "Appleright syndrome." he cursed. "What?" "Did you get the Basilisk's venom in you?" I nodded. "Then, after that, but before the potion was applied to you, did Fawks cry into your wound? And if so, how many tears fell?" I wracked my brain. "He did. And 12 tears fell into my wound." "Well, Appleright syndrome is a rare disorder, brought upon by being on the very brink of death, literally with less than 10 seconds to live, then being healed by a Phoenix. Then the person shall transform into the creature that nearly killed. The potion is a catalyst." I gasped. "However," he said, "mixed with the Phoenix tears, I may be able to help." He waved his wand. My 2nd and 3rd eyelids disappeared nearly instantaneously. I almost didn't manage to shut my eyes. I soon lost conscious.
In summary, this allowed me to take a form that looked like me in the daytime. However, since my eyes would always be the same, he managed, with Poppy's help, to create a pair of sunglasses out of my eyelids and my original glasses. My friends were sworn to secrecy, and so was Poppy. I didn't tell the Dursleys, as they would try to kill me. Every night, an itching sensation starts at my feet, and envelopes me in green light. I turn into the bloody serpent I truly am now, an acid-green basilisk. Now every morning I'm a human-shaped basilisk. I look human, but I have some tendencies that are not. I'm cold blooded, have the eyes of death, only have to eat once a week, and have a craving for mammals, specifically rodents and other mammals that don't exceed 1 foot. I sighed as the itching sensation finally subside, leaving me in human form. My aunt is yelling for me to get up and fix breakfast. The other fat-filled snacks, as I have started to call them, are still asleep. Ugh. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't snapped and eaten them yet. Well, time to do the inside chores and then sun, sun, sun.
"Boy!" my uncle shouted at me as I lay in the sun, warming myself. "Get back to weeding the yard!" I sighed. They were in the shade. I just needed a few more seconds… "BOY!" he shouted, startling me. "Coming!" I shouted." Since I'm in a human form, I can speak english. Unfortunately, I can't in my true form. "I would like to inform you that your aunt marge will be showing up for this week." Oh no. Not MARGE! "Why?" I asked. That question earned me a good 2 minutes of beatings. My sunglasses almost got hit, but I protected them from any harm. "And lose those sunglasses!" he threatened. "I can't see without them". I half-lied. I could see perfectly fine without them, but then I wouldn't want to as it would put everyone at risk. "All right. But will you sign this? It allows me to visit a town called Hogsmeade on certain weekends. He sniffed. "If, and only if, you behave yourself." I'm doomed. He soon left to pick her up. This would be difficult. That woman would always bring one of her horrible bulldogs. She said things that not even my aunt and uncle would say.
Marge walked into the house with her favorite bulldog, Ripper. That specific bulldog once chased me up a tree, and my uncle only called him off after midnight. Worst of all, she ate slowly and late. I'd be stuck with those dishes! As I expected, the first thing she said, after hugging Dudley was "You're still here?" I nodded. "Hmph. You should respect me more. And take off those sunglasses!" she shrieked. Ripper growled at me, malice in his eyes. Angry at that dog for years, I locked eyes with him and snarled, telling his tiny dog brain that if he crossed me, I'd eat him in a moment. He help my gaze for all of one second. He then whimpered and shied away. "How dare you!" Marge shrieked at me. Luckily, I had to make dinner.
Marge continued to insult me and my parents throughout dinner. She called my dad a drunk. That was normal. However, she then called my mom a bitch. I was livid. I was halfway to removing the lens that kept me from petrifying all that looked into my eyes when she advised that I do more. "And you, Boy, take off those damn sunglasses or I'll rip them off of your head!" That, along with the itching, snapped me back into reality. Realizing that the sun was going down, I put the dish on the table and sprinted up to my room and slammed the door and ripped off my glasses as I felt my cells reverting to my-unfortunately-true form. Marge, however, wasn't done insulting me. "you lazy snob! You don't realize how good you have it! I would've dumped you off at the worst orphanage I could find! Look at me you son of a bitch!" she shrieked. That did it. The glow intensified, and within a minute, she was staring at the side of what was most likely the largest snake she had ever, or will ever, see. Quickly closing my 2 extra eyelids, I glared at her with a look of pure hatred. She turned pale and shrieked. That brought my guardians and Dudley rushing towards me. They all stared in horror. Tasting the air, I smelled four different urine scents. New thoughts started to go through my head. If I so desired, I could kill them. The fact was very tempting. I decided to make a show of force instead. Hissing, I lunged and snapped only an inch from them. They all, simultaneously, shrieked and locked themselves in my aunt and uncle's bedroom. Dudley, however, was too slow. I grabbed him with the tip of my tail, and dragged him, screaming, towards me. The look in my eyes was one of years of pent up anger. In fact, I managed to speak in english I was so mad. However, it felt weird and wrong. "Give me ONE reason I shouldn't eat you right now, you fat-filled morsel!" I snarled. Dudley said nothing, but only whimpered, tears flowing down his face, obviously terrified. The fear coming off of him was intoxicating. Coiling around him, I started to squeeze. He shrieked in a voice so high pitched that it hurt. With every exhale, I slowly suffocated him. Finally, when I saw that he would be permanently harmed if I continued any longer, I released him. He fell, gasping. I slithered to the door. "I could easily rip this door off it's hinges." I hissed. "Give me one reason not to." Vernon managed to give me one, surprisingly. "I won't sign your pass!" he shouted. I laughed. It sounded weird and terrifying. "You honestly think that will stop me from killing all of you for 12 YEARS of abuse?!" I slammed my tail into the door, causing it to shudder. Satisfied, I slithered back towards my room, when Marge yelled something truly rude. "Go to hell! Now I realize! Your mother was a demon that was adopted! Your father was more that a drunk! He was addicted to every drug! You are nothing more that a spoiled brat who doesn't know how good he has it!" she shrieked. That did it. Using my fangs, I ripped the door off it's hinges and thrust my head into the doorway. "Oh Marge, do you even know when to shut up?!" I guess she didn't. After shrieking at me for a good 5 minutes, I played my card. "You old bitch!" I hissed. "I could kill you in 3 ways, 2 of which are, in this case, 100% fatal. I could use my eyes to petrify you, either until the proper medicine is administered, or it would just kill you. Or, if you prefer, I could inject you with my venom. It's the most potent poison on the planet. It kills in a little over a minute. Or, I could just constrict you until you die, or, if I'm feeling nice, a feeling I highly doubt you can feel towards me, I could spare you in that way." She immediately returned to screaming horrible things at me, only to stop when my uncle and aunt tackled her. Ripper, either brave or stupid, lunged at me. Easily, I caught him in my coils. "Sign the pass, uncle, or watch your sister's dog die." I said, truly meaning it. I was hungry, and not willing, yet, to kill any humans. Marge turned pale, and asked my uncle to sign the paper. "You dare threaten me, BOY!" he shrieked. In response, I started to constrict the dog. "That's it! The only reason you are alive right now is that I'm holding back!" See what happens if I choose not to!" I lunged forward and bit the dog, injecting the venom. After a few minutes, his heart stopped. Licking my lips, I quickly consumed him. Marge promptly fainted. Satisfied, I slithered into my room, and fell asleep. Dudley had rushed into their room and was sobbing in fear. "Oh, by the way, those glasses prevent me from accidentally killing you. Threaten me or beat me and I WILL remove them, as you have asked." Utterly satisfied, I went back to sleep.
Marge left the next day, sobbing at the loss of her beloved dog. I, personally, had enjoyed the taste. Vernon had actually signed the paper. I think that it had something to do with the fact that I could kill him at any time, and in more ways than one. Dudley had tried his best to stay away from me. Well, he may be nearly as dumb as Crabbe or Goyle but at least he has survival instincts.
Sirius POV
I watched as my Godson was abused by those muggles. It was all I could do to not barge in and rip all their throats out. As I crept closer, Padfoot's nose alerted me to something. Harry's scent wasn't a human scent. It smelled like… was that a basilisk scent? What the bloody hell happened to my godson?! Whatever happened, I will look after him. But for now, I have a traitor to find, unless Harry eats him first.
Wormtail POV
I lie huddled against the Blood-traitor's chest. Ever since the incident at the end of the last school year, Potter has smelled different. He used to smell of lily and James, along with whoever he had been close to, along with what he had eaten recently. Now I smell only snake. Huge, giant, poisonous, magical, hungry snake. I have no desire to remain a pet, but if it will keep me alive, then I will be the Weasley's pet forever.
Harry POV
The train was moving a bit slower this year. the vibrations were a weird feeling. I was shocked out of my feelings when Ron and Hermione showed up. "How was summer?" Hermione asked. I told them about the...eventful...visit of Marge's. Ron was laughing. Hermione was shocked. "You almost killed them?!" she demanded. I shrugged. "Self defense, a little at least. Along with payback. I held back, Hermione. I easily could've killed them all, not just the bulldog." Hermione talked about her studying about Appleright Syndrome. Apparently it's really rare and has only happened a few times. Ron was joking to me about looking after his descendants, as I wouldn't die of old age until at least 1000. We ended our conversation when a man, who Hermione said was Professor Lupin, our new DADA professor, entered. She then told us that she knew that it was his name because it was on his luggage. He was tired, but then he suddenly shot up and ran, a terrified look on his face.
Lupin POV
I had just sat down and registered my fellow passengers. It was quite a pleasant surprise to see Harry Potter, the boy who's diapers I'd changed before Voldemort, when Moony stirred up. This usually didn't happen outside of a full moon, which had happened last night, so naturally I was exhausted. Without warning, I immediately became fearful and bolted out of the room. After running away for a few seconds, I realized that the fear was that of a creature higher on the food chain then Moony. As a werewolf, not many things are. Interestingly, that thing was Potter himself! How the bloody hell was that possible?! Despite Moony driving me to STAY AWAY, I went back. Honestly, I'd never lost control of him outside of a full moon and it wasn't going to start now!
I noticed another boy talking to Potter before walking off. HE immediately saw me. "Hello, I'm Joe Pickles." "Professor Lupin." I responded. Moony, who had loved to eat humans, unfortunately, suddenly filled me with a feeling of respect for this boy. I was happy. I had known the Pickles family history. Muggles for centuries, but they had always helped wizards and witches, believing, unlike everyone else at the time, that magic was a gift from God, not a sign of the devil. Also, the Goblins had allowed them several special privileges, including allowing them to melt coins, which could be used to buy muggle money worth their rate, and then cash the money in for more wizard money, and so on. Also, it was rumored that they had been given the blood of all 4 Hogwarts founders. However, another rumor was that their fortune, which was apparently larger than any other in the world, was stored in the legendary vault zero, which, if the rumors were true, was, quite literally, the center of the Earth. Also, their manor was built on the Sacred Grounds, a piece of territory that all magical creatures found sacred, hence the name. They had all sworn an oath of loyalty to the family. The boy was a year younger than Harry, so he was a second year. "Hmm." Joe said. "I'll see if I can find a way to create a wolfsbane potion that lasts permanently." I was shocked. Here was a student who guessed my secret! After this, I raced back to Potter and his friend's compartment. Sniffing the air, I almost fainted dead away. Harry smelled like a basilisk! Moony was panicking. Ever so slowly, I sat back down. "Hello again. I'm sorry for running off." "Don't be." Potter said. "I can guess why you did."
Harry POV
This professor had become the 2nd person outside of Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey to know my secret. The other was Joe. He told me he knew because after growing up on the sacred grounds, he could tell. Honestly, I couldn't feel worried. Joe was always laid back, and he had also told me that he, technically, could be considered an 'heir of slytherin", as his family had been given some of the founder's blood, as payment. Also, he had told me, the ghosts of the 4 founders lived in his attic. "Salazar was very angry about the chamber." he told me. "He said that the serpent had originally been put there to drive off all those who flaunted their blood 'purity'. He has absolutely no idea how his ideals would have become so flipped." he had said. He wandered off to another compartment. "Oh Hermione," Joe said, "Salazar would like to meet you. He hopes that you may be able to correct the errors."
Joe POV
(AN: Joe is an OC. He is quite an oddity)
I then walked out, and saw a person who was, quite obviously, a werewolf. I then promptly walked up to him. "Hello, I'm Joe Pickles." I said. The man just stared, obviously thinking about all the rumors. I smirked. 'I bet he would faint if he were told that they were true', I thought to myself. "Hmm, I'll see if I can find a way to create a wolfsbane potion that lasts permanently." the man paled. I then walked off to another compartment.
Harry POV
Night was beginning to set in. "Damn" I said. Ron and Hermione stared at me. "What?" they demanded. I told them. "This form only works, for some reason, during the time when there is sunlight. If there is none it fades. You can guess the rest." They paled, getting the message. Immediately, they walked out, only to run into Malfoy. "Watch where you're going, scum." he said, in his arrogant tone. Ron turned scarlet, while I tried not to listen. "Oh, there's Potter." he said. "Father claims that he opened the chamber. Well, Potter's cell has already been chosen; right next to where Black was!" he said laughing. Ron then immediately soaked Malfoy in the jaw. Crabbe and Goyle were not around. "How DARE you!" he demanded. Meanwhile, Lupin came running back. Also, the itch was starting. "Malfoy, as the DADA teacher, you will move away". I took off my glasses, as I didn't want them to break. Malfoy took one last look at me, before leaving. I had turned my gaze away. Lupin then promptly locked the compartment and darkened it. The itching soon turned into a bright green glow, as my true form appeared. the compartment was more cramped than my room. I tried to focus on the trip, the vibrations feeling quite nice. Malfoy was still screaming horrible things at me. Suddenly, a chill enveloped the area. My thoughts and movements slowed to a crawl. Malfoy ran off, obviously scared. I saw Joe with something that looked and smelled dead yet alive. Lupin paled.
Lupin POV
The Pickles boy had a Dementor with him! What the bloody hell?! Joe then turned to the obviously scared Malfoy. "Bug off, scum," he said. Malfoy went rigid. "How dare you, you filthy MUDBLOOD!" he shouted. The dementor then got right into his face. And then, to my utter horror, it SPOKE! "Don't you DARE call my little cousin that. GOT IT?!" it demanded. Malfoy paled and ran off. Joe then turned to us. "I'd like you all to meet one of my distant cousins, Phil." he said. "Wha-?" was all that came out of my mouth. Joe then promptly went into an explanation about his...unorthodox...family tree. Apparently, one of his ancestors had married a dementor. How that happened I don't know. Apparently, the dementors that had human blood were far more powerful. Wow.
Harry POV
Listening in was fun and all, but I was fighting the urge to hibernate. Lupin then unlocked the door, averting his eyes, and placed some chocolate on me, telling me it would make me feel better. The cold then withdrew. I can also confirm that to basilisks, chocolate tastes much better than it does to humans. After another hour, the vibrations stopped, and I heard a familiar voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Hagrid. After another hour, once everyone had gotten off, Lupin came back and unlocked the compartment. "Potter, if you'll follow me." he said, averting his eyes. I slowly exited the compartment, happily stretching myself after being so cramped. Joe then ran up to Lupin. "Professor," he said, "A few notes; One is that Hogwarts has some background magic, and it will, more likely than not, edit the times of change. In fact, Harry will most likely stay in a human shape unless something really stressful happens, or one of his friends is in danger. Two, basilisks have more than 1 eyelid, so it's likely Harry has the eyelids that keep him from petrifying people down. "Am I right?" he asked. "Yes." "I'm right." Joe said the Professor Lupin. Lupin paled, but still didn't look me in the eye. Understandable. I was led to a secret passage, and the second I stepped into the school boundaries, the itching started. The glow ended, and I was in human form again. "Wait. Why didn't this happen last year?" I asked. Joe turned around. "The castle's magic had to adapt."
Joe POV
"The castle's magic had to adapt," I said. However, that wasn't my true belief. 'Sam probably came up with this at the last second.' I thought. Well, you aren't that wrong. Now, this 4th wall break is over. Whatever.
(Yes, I just had Joe break the 4th wall.)
Harry POV
I got to the great hall late for the sorting. Ron and Hermione were surprised that I showed up. I told them what happened. "Well, Malfoy'd better watch out." Ron joked. We all clapped when it was announced that Hagrid was to be the newest care of magical creatures professor. "Harry." said Joe. "Hmmm?" "Dumbledore told Hagrid, but made him swear not to tell anyone.." I'm OK with that. "He also wants to use you in a lesson for the 3rd years." "What?"
Great, I'm the first creature in the class. Hagrid always has to start large, doesn't he? Joe had potions with Ginny during this class. My excuse was that Dumbledore wanted to see me. Walking into the forest, I sighed. Hagrid was next to me. "yeh all right Harry?" he asked. "No. I feel somewhat insulted that I'm your creature today." Hagrid laughed. I looked at him. "Tryin' to rile you up." he said. "apparently that's how yeh transform." It was working. "Hagrid, basilisks have extra eyelids. Now, humans don't, so don't break my glasses." I said as the itch began. Hagrid paled. "Don scare Aragog." he said. The glow then began. Within a few minutes, I was there in full form, my red plume on my side, signifying I was a male, yet not sexually mature. "Come on." Hagrid said. I followed.
Hermione POV
Was Hagrid insane?! I voiced my concern to Ron. He shrugged. "Yep." he said. Hagrid had put the class together. "Open yer books to page 150" he said. "How do we do that?" sneered Malfoy in his usual arrogant manner. "10 points from Slytherin, I've always wanted to do that." Hagrid smirked. "Jus stroke the spine, o course." he replied. "Idiot." Malfoy replied. "25 points from Slytherin, and you'll be havin detention with me tonight." was Hagrid's response. Malfoy paled. "Now", said Hagrid, I've got a reel treat for ya." He whistled.
Harry POV
That was my cue. Stretching, I slithered into the clearing. Almost everyone, except Ron Hermione and Hagrid screamed. Tasting the air, I smelled urine from most of the Slytherins. Malfoy spoke up first. "My father will hear about this." he said. "50 points from slytherin fer threatening a teacher." was Hagrid's reply. I could sense his anger. He had always been downtrodden by Slytherins, and now it was payback time. "This here is Hiss." he said. "now, what is he?" asked Hagrid. Hermione shot up her hand. "Hiss is a basilisk, and a young male, as his plume is on it's side." she said. "30 points to Gryffindor." Hagrid said. Malfoy looked mad. "That's favoritism!" he accused. "Another 50 points from Slytherin" said Hagrid. I'm only doin what Snape does, and you folks seem happy about it don't ya?" "Hagrid smirked. "Now, why is Hiss facing away from us?" Hagrid asked. Hermione answered quickly. "Because he knows that his glare will kill us or petrify us at best." Hermione said. "Another 30 points ta Gryffindor." was Hagrid's response. "I knew this here creature since he was only a baby. He won't hurt any of ya." "Except perhaps Malfoy". Everyone looked confused. "Now, what did Hiss just do?" asked Hagrid. "He just spoke Parseltongue, the language of snakes." Hermione said. "And 50 points to Gryffindor!" said Hagrid. "Now, who'd like to come and pet 'im?" Everyone backed up. I was a little shocked. PET me?! Well, I do like human contact. Never really got any at the Dursley's, except for abuse. Everyone backed up. Ron was a bit slow, obviously, as Hagrid said, "Well, Weasley, I guess you're goin firs'." Ron slowly walked up. "10 points to Gryffindor fer knowing to go slowly. You might startle 'im." Malfoy looked livid. I suddenly felt a hand on my hide. "Bloody hell." said Ron. I just rolled my eyes. "50 points to Gryffindor for bein' brave!" said Hagrid. Feeling vibrations, everyone slowly walked up and started to pet me. I purred. Apparently I can do that. "Aww, he likes it!" Hagrid said. It felt weird, being petted like that. Then Malfoy walked up. "Huh, you aren't dangerous at all, you dumb, ugly brute!" he snapped, kicking my side quite hard. "Malfoy-" Hagrid began. I swerved my head at him, and closed my eyes. I hissed. "You little jerk!" I hissed, rising. He paled. Now the urine scent got stronger. Satisfied, I lowered myself. Draco was whimpering like a baby. The rest of the class had been shocked. "50 points from Slytherin for yer sheer stupidity!" Hagrid shouted. "An expect another detention with me! Class dismissed!" Hagrid shouted as I saw Ron and Hermione walk off.
After returning to my human-shaped form, I walked over to the Gryffindor table. Hagrid's points did affect the hourglasses. Slytherin had lost a total of 185 points. Snape was livid, and was in heated discussion with Dumbledore, along with Hagrid. "How were lessons?" I asked my fellow 3rd years. "Amazing!" Neville shouted. "Hagrid had somehow tamed a basilisk! It was huge! We all got to pet it! And then Malfoy was mean to at. It looked ready to kill him!" Neville finished. I then whispered to Ron, "Slow, are we?". Ron turned red. Hermione laughed. Draco was going on and on about how the basilisk had attacked him, how Hagrid hadn't done anything, and about how his father would hear about this. I rolled my eyes. "I'll make sure that 'hiss' is put down!" he said to his henchmen, who were grinning stupidly. The next class was divination.
It certainly was an odd class. The professor was insane. She kept telling me that my sunglasses were in the way and that I had to remove them. I complied, but didn't look her in her eyes. "Loooook into my eyes, Potter." Trewlawny, the professor, said. "Tell me what you see." "Well, I see… ummm… what is this?" I asked. I held the cup, and she shrieked. "Yooooou have… the GRIM!" she said, scared. Everyone looked at me. Quickly I put on the sunglasses. "Take those off. They block your visions!" She said. "Mr. Weasely, may I see you cup? OOOOHHHH! You have the symbol of friend and snake!" Ron looked at me, eyebrows raised.
Defense Against the Dark Arts, affectionately called "DADA" by Aurors, was next. Lupin showed us a cabinet with a Boggart in it. "Now, there is an easy charm to finish off a Boggart. Riddikulus!" Repeat after me!" "Riddikulus!" the whole class shouted. "Excellent! Now, the important thing is to picture the boggart in a way that makes you laugh! That spell makes it take that form! And, Neville, what do you fear?" Lupin asked. "Pr-professor Snape." he murmured, but no one could hear him. I could, as basilisks have excellent hearing. "What was that?" Lupin asked. "P-Professor Snape." Neville managed to say. The whole class laughed. "Ahh, yes, Snape is quite frightening. Now, you live with your grandmother, right?" "Yes, but I don't want it to turn into her either." More laughter followed. "What does your grandmother wear?" "Well, she wears a hat with a dead vul-" "Don't tell us Neville." Leaning in, Lupin whispered into his ear, "I want you to picture Snape in your grandmother's clothes." That got me to snort. Neville nodded, and Lupin unlocked the cabinet with his wand. And, as if on cue, something that looked like Snape came out. "R-Riddikulus!" Neville shouted. 'Snape''s clothes changed. Now it was Snape dressed in a green dress, a red handbag and a hat with a ridiculous stuffed vulture. Everyone was howling with laughter. "NEXT!" Lupin shouted. He turned on some music and class went on. Hermione's boggart: Failing everything. Funny: Mcgonnigal realizing she was holding Draco's paper. Ron's was Aragog. His funny was that the spider has no legs. Several purebloods had Voldemort. The funnies for them were Voldemort as an infant with a pacifier in his mouth. Lupin's was the full moon, and his funny was a deflating balloon. Finally, I stepped up. I wondered what what form the boggart would take. Probably me in my true form over the bodies of my dead friends. Now how to make it funny? Should the corpses be those of the Dursleys? I was cut from my musings when the boggart-currently a banshee in Elvis wear-Dean's funny-stared at me. It began to morph, but then the swirls stopped, and a figure appeared. It was like a human, but all black. And then, it spoke. "NOPE! Nope nope nope. I am NOT doing this. For a class is one thing, but THIS? Nope. So much nope. Nope nope nope nope." The figure-most likely the boggart-walked back onto the wardrobe, and with one final 'nope!' shut the door. "Well, erm, class dismissed!" Lupin shouted.
Note: Joe is going to be a mostly background character. He's a year younger than Harry, so don't expect him to show up much