A/N: Drabble to let some tension go while I was writing Ron/Hermione: Close your eyes and count to ten.
J.K own this adorable boy, J.K and Harry and Ginny ofc.
Nuff said.
*
The Asp
"So what are you begging me to do, you will be listened at" he hissed.
"I know. You are my best friend. Don't look at me." Said Albus
"Are you pure" he hissed
"Don't I speak like the pure does?" Albus said sounding more calm than insulted
"Ah, My father met yours. He wasn't pure" he hissed.
"My father was dumb, he didn't understand the meaning of it." Albus said with fire in his voice.
"Of might?" he hissed.
"No, not might – Of power. Now, obey." Albus said.
The basilisk obeyed and moved slowly away from his master who was standing in a puddle of water. His steps towards a dirty little book in the end of the room echoed in the empty Chamber of Secret. With an icecold stir on a blank book of paper he started to write the head line.
Albus Severus Potter
The Asp.
*
It was all in prasel if you didnt guess that.. hm hm .. litte Potter what are you doing; thank you for reading!