Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.

Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.

Note 1: AU.

Note 2: AK was written with boredom as a motivation, in this holds the inspiration writing AK.

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chapter seven

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Halloween had finally arrived, and Harry was spending his morning in his own personal greenhouse, since no student dared to work when he was with them and the plants that seemed togrow not according to the plans of mother nature. Any kind of plant would grow in one of two ways, grow into a thorny bush with poisonous red berries, the poison's effects depended on the original plant, or thorned trees that bore poisoned apples, once again the poison's effects working in the same way as the red berries.

He had been more or less detained in the greenhouse as Professor Sprout wanted to know the extent of Harry's influence on the growth of plants, he had failed to notice that some plants simply died in his presence. So far he was growing his own versions of mandrakes, whomping willows, snake vines, abyssinian shrivelfigs, alihosty, bubotubers, devil's snares, fanged geraniums, gillyweed, and yew trees.

All of the plants were growing into fine thorny bushes and trees, none of which had been able to bear fruit yet as they were far too young. But their thorns were like a viper's fangs in the sense that to be procked by one was to be poisoned, the poison was mostly like Harry's emerald flame made blades. Death was the outcome, unless Harry decided to let the victim die at his or her own natural time. His plants were in a way twisted extensions of himself.

His crimson magic was mutating the plants, their effects in potions as ingridients remained the same, for the most part, but the parts that were harmful to anyone or anything were made even more dangerous. A mandrake's wail was as powerful as a basilisk's stare, even at such an infantile age. The mandrake roots, which were the humanoid parts of the plant, were able to detach the growing bush, which in a way was its way of reproduction, a new way too, a new mandrake would grow from out of where the previous owner of the bush had detached. The new one would find another piece of soil to bury itself in to grow another thorny bush, but that would happen when it was already mature enough to perform such actions.

The whomping willows, once full grown, would have flails or cat o' nine tails as branches, but occassionally fruit would also fall from its stationary branches, its poisonous effects being the disintegration of all the bones in the body. As a tree it would gain arms and a face, its roots acting as its legs, it would be able to move around as it pleased, and plant itself back into the soil and hide its ghastly features.

The trees would be like the haunted trees of haunted forests, while the bushes would have humanoid roots. As more and more of Harry's magic would seep into the seeds, the newer plants, the ones born of the seeds would give birth to new life. There would be an additional soul there, born out of the excess of Harry's massive collection. Death Nymphs, nature spirits of a sort, but the most potent of them all would be the ones born of the granrled ash tree. The closest personifications of death and ressurection, Harry would one day have the means to take over the Forbidden Forest and make it as dangerous as it was truly meant to be.

Centaurs were neutral at best and Light at worst, which made Harry dislike them for such a simple reason, that and the fact that they didn't get along with anyone that wasn't half-horse. Which made the progress of his babies all the more frustrating as it was taking too long, and as it was technically life he was fostering and growing, he could not speed up the process as it was well beyond his reach. The seventh circle only allowed Harry's crimson magic to mutate plants into these thorny and ghastly forms, it could not aid him in speeding up their growth.

Harry's greenhouse was a dark and foreboding place, one where the glass had been painted over with black paint in order for sunlight not to be allowed entrance. His breed of plants thrived in the darkness, and any that entered without a light was doomed to a fate of helplessness until Harry came a calling to free the intruder, with the exception of Professor Sprout that soom learned to not enter the greenhouse without Harry.

After the lunch hour was over, Harry made his way up to the castle, dropping the occassional seed immersed in his magic, seeds from random fruit bearing trees which he had collected during meals. He hoped that nature would nurture them, and help them grow, and bear fruit. These seeds were his latest experiment, seeds that had been treated to the emerald flames, then transformed by the crimson flames. Halting the process of transformation from a regular tree to a thorny one, but mutating it enough to bear poisonous fruits.

There were no classes that afternoon thanks to the holiday occassion that came only once a year. He had heard some of the ghosts whispering to one another about some sort of ghost party, one which Harry decided to invite himself to, it would be a new experience for him, a party for the dead, his kind of party.

Harry spent the afternoon hunting down some students, first years mostly, that had chosen to explore the castle without their friends, a very bad thing to do especially when Harry was prowling the castle looking for something to kill time, as it was the only thing he could actually do at the moment.

The first first year he found was the enigma of his house, the one that had gained a nickname a few weeks after school got into the swing of things, Luna 'Loony' Lovegood. Not that Harry called her that, not that he spoke to her for that matter. She was not loony by his standards, being someone who killed on a formerly daily basis, he would be a hypocrite or something like that if he started finding her anything other than interesting.

He had found her running around one of the upper floors, she was running around the same hallway, back and forth as if chasing some invisible creature. Harry wanting to know if there was indeed something invisible in the corridor with him, stretched out his senses, ones used to sense life. Aside from the girl, there really were invisible creatures, about the size of his pinky, running away from the girl for some reason. Once he knew they were indeed there, they began to become visible to him as well.

They were some of the oddest creatures he had seen, there seemed to be no pattern to their forms, there was nothing symmetric about them. They looked to be living representations of controlled chaos.

"What in the world are those things?" Harry asked aloud, forgetting that he had company. Being a little impatient, his magic became visible, emerald and crimson flames swirled around him. The flames molded themselves into amrs and clawed hands, and reached out to the little critters, scooping them up, but not harming them in anyway as Harry wanted to see them as they were, alive and frightened.

"Can I have them when you're done with them?" Luna asked him, as she stood unafraid of him in front of him.

"They are rather odd creatures," Harry noted, then held them out to her with one of the clawed appendages formed by the flames, "Here, I don't believe I have any use for them."

"Thank you," she said, and took them from the hand, and gobbled them up in front of her.

"Well..I wasn't expecting that.." he said, as he truly did not expect that she would eat them, "What were they, if you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind at all," the cheerful first year said in reply to the emotionless boy, "They're Oddities."

"I assumed as much, but what are they, and why did you eat them?"

"They're called Oddities, I have a bunch of other names for the creatures..makes people think I'm loony," she said, "You don't think I am..why is that?"

"I, myself am different," he said, "What are you, what are Oddities?"

"Uhm..can we talk about this some other time?" she asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as no one had actually ever taken her seriously before, even her eccentric father only thought of her imaginings, or supposed imaginings are nothing more than flights of fancy or that she was a bit touched in the head.

"I don't mind," Harry said as he took out a little flask, unscrewed the cap, and took a little sip, "I eat life after all. See you around then."

He waved back over his shoulder as he walked away from her in search of less interesting people. While his magic would surely have worked on her, she seemed to be a little bit more interesting than the rest of the people in the school, all of whom Harry could say were just as loony as Luna Lovegood.

After leaving his fellow Ravenclaw, Harry had the fortune of stumbling upon a vaguely looking red head, she was lurking, actually lurking near Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Harry hadn't bothered finding out what the rest of her real name was.

Harry decided that what the little firsty was doing needed investigated, so he masked his presence, covering himself in his magics, then hiding them behind the surface of his skin. He stalked his prey, like the predator that he was. He followed her all the way into the bathroom, and he slunk into one of the stalls, using his magics to turn himself invisible, he had completely forgotten to bring his invisiblity cloak to Hogwarts, and had left it in one of his safes in his office.

As he waited in the stall he bore witness to the sinks in the place move out of the way, revealing a large hole where the sinks once were. He also swore that he heard the girl speak in some other language, but sounding a tad bit masculine as well. The language had a distinct hissing to it, a language which Harry had understood. He also heard the girl with a boy's voice call for stairs and walked down the hole just as the sinks began reforming. Without wasting time, Harry jumped into the hole, his magics, still invisible themselves, reformed into arms and latched onto the spiraling stair case. But instead of pulling himself onto the stairs he, made his way down like some giant spider-monkey-hybrid.

When he reached the bottom he waited patiently for the girl to get to the bottom and join him. She apparently had a nondescript notebook with her, it was plain looking, but Harry could have sworn that it somehow felt alive. At first he didn't want to believe it, but after one of his magic arms passed by it, he knew for certain that it had a soul in it. Burried deep beneath some other forms of magic were memories, memories with the ability to join two souls into one, slowly at first, but a process which would move faster and faster as time wore on. Harry's year just got a whole lot better.

He followed the girl as she walked at a steady pace through the tunnel, until they both reach a door with a snake motif, Harry wasn't aware of it yet, but he was standing at the official entrance into the Chamber of Secrets, one of Hogwart's legendary rooms, created by one of the founders, one of those rooms which the other founders were not aware really existed.

He heard the hissing whisper, a language that came out and spoke the singular word 'open', and open did the door go. The snakes moved to the side of the gateways, uncoiling the door as they left, until only a hole remained, revealing the fabled den of serpents, the chamber of the monster of Hogwarts.

He followed the girl into the chamber, the door did not close behind him, but he didn't really care about that, he was more concerned about he girl that stood in front of the statue of a man, the man who probably built the chamber.

~Speak to me Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four!~ Harry heard the first year speak, considering that it seemed to be the language of the snakes, Parseltongue, or so a memory suddenly informed him, then the chamber belonged to Salazar Slytherin.

Harry stood a little transfixed as he watched the mouth of the statue move as if to speak, but instead of words coming out of the thing, it was a massive serpent, the king of serpents itself had slithred out of the mouth of the famed Salazar Slytherin. It was a beautiful specimen, one which intrigued Harry.

~Follow me~ the first year spoke, boy's voice coming from a girl's body. It was interesting to say the least. While the girl was not paying attention, Harry snatched away the notebook, and hid it away within his cloak. It was time for him to suck out the soul, but before that, he would first follow the hermaphrodite out of the chamber and into the main part of the school, and see what madness would ensue.

He followed the serpent and girl pair out of the hole and bathroom, and into the corridor, they seemed to be in search of something, what exactly it was they were after, Harry didn't really know, ut for once he actually cared to know. So he followed them until they came across a cat, Mrs Norris, while looking into the water that had come out of the bathroom which Moaning Myrtle had most likely once again over flowed.

'How did I miss that?' Harry pondered as he didn't notice the water on the floor of the loo, it was probably so mundane that he failed to notice it.

The cat looked into the water and saw the yellow eyes of the basilisk and simply froze up. The girl then summoned a deranged looking house elf and ordered it to bring her some blood, chicken blood to be exact, then when a bucket of the stuff arrived, she wrote something on the wall. When she was done with her artwork, she led the snake, and Harry back down into the chamber.

Before the girl could order the serpent back into its lair, Harry made himself visible to her, and the soul that co-inhabited her body. He had already begun to assimilate the soul into himself, chucking out the unneeded and unwanted memories from himself.

~Your time is over Tom Riddle, while my time has just begun~ Harry hissed at the dual soul otherwise known as the little and vulnerable firstie.

~I am the heir of Slytherin! What have you done!!~ the remaining parts of the soul fragment demanded as it was forcefully pulled out of the girl's body, and absorbed into Harry through his emerald flames.

It was over within a matter of a few short minutes. While Harry had not gotten any more years added to his already more or less immortal life or any additional magic, he did gain some more knowledge from another fragment of the soul of the man that had murdered his parents, who were probably the only people that had ever really loved him.

'I can't leave such a witness behind, while I can't possibly kill her, I can make her insane enough...but damn...I'd look like a hero...oh well...He..is a hero in a way and he stuck me in that hell hole..so what the hey..' Harry contemplated his next actions in his mind. He simply stood there for the whole time that he was thinking, the body of the girl on the floor unconscious.

He raised his bone wand, then remembered that there was still a eighty foot long serpent staring down at him in the chamber, probably wondering what to do in such a situation. On the one hand Harry had killed its psuedo master in a way, on the other hand Harry looked tasty and the girl too.

~If you even try to eat me, I will personally turn you into a coin purse large enough to place cockrels that crow every hour on the hour for all eternity, do you understand me?~ Harry said a little exasperated at the situation he was in, the snake glared at him insulted a little bit, but Harry couldn't care any less and therefore glared right back.

Basilisk glare of death version 1000 versus Harry Potter glare of death version 9.

The basilisk was subconsciously pouring in its magic into its eyes, making them glow. It had wondered why its prey had not yet dropped dead, why was it still standing and glaring right back at it. It needed more killing power. It was mad and frustrated that its most potent of weapons was seeminly nullified.

Harry's irritation at the creature grew as he noticed that its eyes began to glow a golden and shining yellow, signalling that it was enhancing its killing ability with magic. Well, Harry could't afford to be outdone by some coin purse. He tapped into his magic and his emerald and crimson flames burst forth, making their cold and heat known.

The sudden burst of Harry's aura, caused the basilisk to flinch back, but it did not relent in its attempt to kill Harry by glaring at him. In fact it poured even more magic into its magical eyes, its killing intent could be felt even by the merefolk that lived in the lake, and were more than scared. Some of the other denizens of the black lake began to die in quick succession, the first to go being the simple minded fish, yes there were fish in the black lake, followed by the grindylows, then everything else, the giant squid and the merefolk were the only ones that weren't really affected by such an enormous dose of killing intent.

Harry could feel the massive amount of lifeforce and spirit being released into the world coming from above the chamber of secrets. The blasted serpent thought that it could outkill him, well it was more than dead wrong. He released even more of his magic, his death magic overflowing, the crimson subsiding and vanishing into the depths of Harry's magical core. His emerald flames growing from what had at first been a mere flame to a veritable and literal inferno. His emerald inferno burned all life from within the chamber, and the plants in the lake above too were dying, slowly at first, then the pace of decay quickened. Some of the merefolk that were close to the bottom of the lake too were dying, and dying fast. Some tried to escape by diving out of the water, but not all of them were able to successfully escape from the waters. The giant squid ended up being a casualty of the battle of killers, its dead body ended up rising up to the surface of the lake visibly dead.

Harry's inferno was both smoldering hot, as well as colder than the frozen North, and the ice packed South. The lake itself was slowly turning into a solid block of ice, while other parts of it were visibly evaporating, steam rising from its surface. The giant squid along with the other bodies of the dead were being boiled in the lake.

The basilisk couldn't take anymore magic going into its eyes, they too were beginning to burn, it glared at its foe until its eyes were about to burst with so much magic flowing into them. At the last moment it closed its eyes and slumped to the floor in a dead faint, alive, but unconscious.

Harry then killed the flow of his death magic, the lake immediately returned to its regular temperature, and the life seemed to suddenly return to the dead things in it. Harry's crimson flames, passed through the chamber roof and into the waters returning all of the soul pearls he could find, and making sure that all the dead were revived. He didn't need a full on investigation to deal with, which would happen if the whole lake suffered a permanent loss of life. That would be equivalent to a student dying in Hogwarts through mysterious means.

The girl had not been affected by Harry's and the basilisk's battle of killing intent, magic, and wills. Harry had made sure that the girl would be left alive, the sane part was up for debate, not that Harry really cared about some stupid girl's health.

Diaries do not talk back, and when they do, they aren't supposed to be teenaged boys, who knows what mind reading things could be looking for in a girl's mind. Harry was sure that the girl had memories of herself looking at her naked form in the mirror, and Harry was also sure that the soul had at one point riffled through the girl's memory banks for that particular memory, or more.

Harry plopped down on the ground, and stared up at the ceiling as he waited for the basilisk or the girl to wake up. When the girl did regain consciousness, he quickly cast a cruciatus curse on her until she fell back into unconsciousness. He used his wand for such a thing as it seemed like such things were more focused and potent when flowing through a wand. It did help that the wand was made out of his own bones and magic.

When the basilisk finally awoke, Harry reignited his flames, but not to the extent of bathing the entire chamber once again in his magic.

~I am Harry Potter and from today onwards you will serve me, if you chose not to, I will kill you, now make your decision, follow me or die~ Harry told the serpent, and he could tell that the serpent was just as unnerved as most people, when he said all that with his poker face, which was his normally deadpan face.

~I..I will serve..~ the serpent answered after a few short minutes, ~What would you have me do, Master?~

~I care not for the purity of their blood, but I want you to go our each day, roam the secret passageways of the castle, and petrify those lone students, make sure you are not seen, and make sure that they know not what you are~ Harry instructed the serpent, he needed the year to be of a deathly atmosphere, what would a year of school be without some form of scare or something to that effect.

~How am I to perform such feats?~ the serpent asked its new master.

~You have a brain use it, lest I replace you with a puppetized verison of yourself, or with a dragon or something with far more intelligence than you are presently showing,~ Harry told the serpent, he did not tolerate stupidity.

As he left the chamber, he heaved the girl over one shoulder and trekked back up to the surface. He and the girl would surely be missed. But the monster of Hogwarts needed one victim to add to the list, Harry might be suspected, but he would not be accused by the professors. Ginevra Weasley would be the first official victim of the monster. Petrified not too far away from the writing on the wall, overlooked by the professors until the next day when a house elf would pop into the Great Hall announcing that it had found a seemingly dead student in a corridor. She would be looking into a pocket mirror, her face frozen in shock and horror at whatever it was that had frozen her body in time.

While a spell could achieve that effect, Harry still had his death glare, which could work like a basilisk's indirect stare if he tweaked it a little, which was what he did.

When the next day came, Harry had been questioned about his whereabouts, and he told his interogators that he had fallen asleep on one of the school's staircases, and much have been missed as the students and professors were returning to their rooms, and went so far as to ask what had happened, not at all sounding concerned which was normal for him, his interogators were about to inform him of the events of last night when suddenly the house elf appeared right on schedule, which left Harry free to once again do as he pleased.

Everyday a random student was found petrified, but there were a few cases where multiple students were found petrified, those ones were found in rather compromising positions. Two couples were boys, and one was a pair of sixth year Hufflepuff girls to the general amusement of the boys of Hogwarts, even Harry had stared as his group of student had come upon their making out and forzen forms. They appeared to have been watching themselves make out in a nearby mirror.

'That serpent is good..' Harry thought to himself as he and his fellows found the pair, it had taken them a while before their brains finally told them that maybe they should inform a professor about their find. They had to chose amongst themselves who to send to fetch a professors, and in the end, Harry had volunteered to go, leaving his fellows, they were for some reason all males, the girls of their respective years had gone on ahead or something. Harry knew in the back of his head that his fellows were going to perform a few degrading acts on the two petrified girls in within the time it took Harry to fetch a professor and the time it took for him and the professors to return. He was sure that those boys would find some way to peel of the petrified garments and put them back before the professors got there. They also knew of how slow Harry sometimes walked, which was why no one protested when he had volunteered.

He returned an hour later with Professor Snape in tow. Once the man had gotten there, the students decided that it would be in their best interests to run to their classes, which ever one they had at the time, something which they had forgotten in all the excitement, leaving Harry and Severus alone with the petrified bodies as well as the scent of arousal which lingered in the corridor.

"You don't suppose I we could stall bringing them to Poppy, do you?" Snape asked Harry once the other students had left.

"Get them pregnant for all I care," Harry said, turning around to wait for the professor to make his decision, "You are the professor in this situation anyway."

Harry could swear that he heard the stoic potions master give out a 'yipee' upon hearing his boss' answer. Harry did own the club that his profession was based in after all.

Severus Snape had a little bit of a sick sense of humor, as he had done more than simply fill the two teens with his seed, he had marked them as his own in a way, tatooing them with a not so complex spell, one which in the wizarding world was used to claim property, girls could in some cases be considered as such.

There were a number of other instances where Harry had volunteered to fetch the professors.