Disclaimer: I am sad to say that I do not own any part of the world wide wonder that is the Harry Potter unvierse. I sincerely wish that I did but I cannot help but think that the genius behind our happiness, the Queen Rowling herself, deserves every piece of credit I can give. The only things I own here are the plot and anything you do not recognize.
Story keys:
"Regular speech"
"Mind speech"
Thoughts, Spells
§Parseltounge§
Titles (Books etc.)
A/N: Hi there fellow FanFic-people :) This is my first ever fanfic so I'm hoping you like it. I'm currently working with a grammar-handicapped beta so please bare with any spelling/ grammatical incorrections.
Now, wthout further ado: This is I've Had Enough!
Chapter 1: I've Had Enough!
That's it! I've had enough of this!
Harry was storming out of the Great Hall of Hogwarts castle at an impressive speed, the morning's edition of The Daily Prophet crushed in his fist as he seriously contemplated murder at the thought of the evil witch known around the magical community as Rita Skeeter. The reason for his out-of-character wish to commit homicide was today's headline – the article (Yeah, right!) written after yesterday's wand weighing ceremony.
Boy-Who-Lived to Compete in the Tri Wiz
Harry Potter, age 12, has once again demonstrated his need for
attention as he recklessly and thoughtlessly admitted himself to
this year's exiting edition of the Triwizard Tournament, taking
the spotlight away from those true Champions that are indeed
deserving of our respect for being deemed worthy to compete
in this dangerous competition.
"It will be fun." Mr. Potter states to this reporter when asked
what could possibly have motivated him into admitting himself
to a contest that is so clearly beyond his capabilities.
Young Mr. Potter's answer only serves to clarify that Mr.
Potter's thoughts were only of himself as he entered and never
strayed even remotely close to the feelings of the true
champions of this competition. Ms. Fleur Delacour, competing
for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, makes her opinion clear
as she says that:
"'Arry is only a leetle boy. 'E is not mature
eenough to understand zat zis comptition is dangerous." And this
reporter cannot do anything but agree as Mr. Potter quickly
bursts into tears as I ask my final question:
"Harry, how do you think your parents would feel about you
entering such a dangerous competition?"
"Well, since I've never known my parents I cannot be sure, but
I hope that they would understand that I have to live up to what
my fans expect from me, I cannot simply dissapoint them – the
mere thought hurts."
And with that selfish comment I will leave you all to consider
where you want to place your bets when this tournament takes
off in just seven short weeks.
Rita Skeeter
Harry was fuming. Lies! Every single word! He had only said that he hoped to survive the experience without losing any limbs before manoeuvering his way out of the cramped cupboard where he had been placed against his express desire to the contrary (It reminded him far too much of his old cupboard at Privet Drive).
As he raged on through the corridors of the one place that had ever been a true home to him he could not help but to contemplate the severe lack of any real luck in his life. In his first year things had started out well, but he now suspected that that had more to do with the Fates gaining traction than the presence of any luck on his part.
From Halloween that first year things had never really gone back to that desirably simple way of a regular schoolboy again. There was always something there to trip him again as he was gaining his footing from another mishap.
First there was the troll. Then Norbert and the Mirror of Erised, ending that lovely year with a chat with Voldemort. Over that summer there was Dobby and being starved by the Dursley's, rapidly followed by flying cars and homicidal trees. Back that up with a nest full of acromantulas and a 65 foot poisonous snake with a killing glare and that was definitively his favourite year so far. In his third year there was the fear of Sirius Black, the supposed murderer and traitor that was the reason his parents had been killed, and the constantly present terror at the thought of getting too close to the dementors again. The few bright spots in this nearly constant rush of madness had been his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. They had been with him through thick and thin and he had thought that he knew them, that he could trust them.
He had recently learned that that was not the case.
The moment his name had come out of the Goblet of Fire on the last of September, 1994, Harry knew that things were about to go downhill again. But he had had no way of knowing that it was going to be this bad.
When he got back to the common room that night, still in shock from what had been thrown at him this time, he was treated to the cold shoulder from almost the entire house. The only one that seemed to truly believe him when he said that he hadn't entered his name was Neville. Shy Neville that never stood up to anyone had looked him right in the eye and said, without any trace of doubt or uncertainty, "I believe you Harry." True, that had been in the dorm when Harry had managed to finally get away from a furious Ron and a "very disappointed" Hermione, but at that moment it meant the world to him that Neville had said it at all.
That was a week ago, and yesterday had been the wand weighing ceremony. The only check that would be made to insure that the Champions all had fully functional wands to get them through the perils ahead.
And now Rita's article had managed that which had only happened once before today – it had made Harry so mad that he had had to leave the Great Hall for fear of destroying something. Last time he was this mad he had accidentally blown up his "aunt" and left her drifting on the stubborn northern winds somewhere over Surrey.
He was brought out of his violent thoughts by the echoing sound of Moaning Myrtle wailing in the u-bend of her toilet. Momentarily caught off guard by the fact that he had completely lost track of his wanderings Harry suddenly stopped in the middle of the corridor and took a look around.
As his eyes raked over the wall to his left he caught sight of the bloody writing on the wall, the only visible evidence in the castle to the horrible happenings of two years ago.
As he turned and walked back in the direction of the Entrance Hall, thinking that he could probably find a partially remote spot somewhere around the Lake to demolish, he suddenly stopped with a surprised look on his face.
"The Chamber!" He hit himself over the forehead and turned back around towards Myrtle's bathroom. "How could I have been so stupid and forget the Chamber?" He asked himself as he slowly entered the room, looking around for it's wailing inhabitant.
He stood silently for a few minutes while the echos of Myrtle's wails grew dimmer and dimmer and he eventually felt that it was safe to open the sink without risking Myrtle or anyone else knowing he was going down there.
As he walked from the pipe towards the second door he came across the wall of fallen rock which had caused such a problem two years earlier. He stood still just looking at the pile, while thinking about a way to move it without causing yet another cave in, for he was no longer small enough to get through the hole left from his first expedition down here.
He compromised between following his emotions and blow a hole in it and following his head and turn back around by gently levitating small piles of stones until he had a hole that was big enough for him to comfortably crawl through but that still left most of the ginormous blockage untouched.
He stood in front of the second door just looking at it.
How is it that I still don't feel like I belong?! I've been here for four years now! Living with the other Gryffs in the tower, eating in the Great Hall, studying in the library! Hogwarts is truly Home to me, and yet...
He couldn't help but to frustratedly shake his head before he opened the second door, watching the engraved snakes with their emerald eyes slither across the door to unlock it.
They have the same eyecolor as me, he thought, snickering at the pointless comment.
As he entered the Chamber he came across a scene which he had not expected. The 65 foot long carcass of Slytherin's basilisk was lying exactly where he left it, looking as if their fight to the death had happened just yesterday. Perhaps it was always this way with magical creatures, or maybe it had to do with the magic of Hogwarts, but there was no sign, none at all, that made it seem like the basilisk had started decomposing, it didn't even smell! The great vibrantly green snake just lay there, turned in such a way that had Harry not already known that it was indeed dead, he would have worried about waking it up.
"Well, look at you," Harry said, suddenly finding himself wanting to lay some of his frustration and anger on anyone or anything available.
"Here you are, resting peacefully in your own home. Well removed from the idiotic throng of sheep in the castle above you while I have to deal with them staring and wisperig no matter where I go! If you only knew how..."
And suddenly all the dams burst; every mean comment, every quiet snicker as he passed, the wispering and the pointing and that "zone of no contact" that always surrounded him when he walked through the corridors between classes came rushing out. Harry ranted and raged at the basilisk, which just calmly lay there, taking it all.
Now, Harry could not possibly know this, but putting his full attention on a snake had the not too surprising effect of causing him to cross over into speaking in parseltongue. And doing so in the realm of Salazar Slytherin was obviously going to have consequences.
§...and sometimes I really just want to take that thrice damned Gryffindor Courage of theirs and sh-§ Harry abruptly cut himself off as he heard the unmistakable sound of stone against stone grating thoughout the Chamber.
A/N: Sooo, that was chapter one! :D I'm almost considering thanking my ever faithful writing buddy/ equally FanFiction obsessed BFF MysteriaMalfoy for forcing me to publish this story... Oh well, maybe some day ;)
My updating schedule will be erratic since I never know when I'll decide to cut off a piece of my writing and declare it a chapter so please just bare with me.
I'm hoping for reviews, questions, discussions and/ or anything else you feel like so bring it on! :D
'Til next time good folks!
/ APotterPersona