Petrifaction numbers were growing larger and larger each day passed. The scary trend was that all of the victims were muggleborn. It deeply worried Harry that Hermione was missing from classes today. Only at dinner did he find out that Hermione was petrified. Harry and to resort to deep breathing to keep himself calm. Professor said that Hermione was found petrified in a corridor near the library. Only a few animals could cause someone to be petrified and all the cases pointed to a basilisk. Back when the chamber was originally opened a student named Myrtle was killed in the girl's bathroom. The next night Harry entered the bathroom to confront the ghost.

"What are you doing in the girl's bathroom?"

"How were you killed?"

"Something came out of that sink." Myrtle pointed to the center sink. Harry walked over to the sink.

+Open+ The sink moved to forward and to the side to reveal a shoot down. Harry jumped down and casted a cushion charm to help with the free fall. The chute opened up to a giant stone chamber with water canals on either side. In the center was a thirty-foot statue of Salazar Slytherin. What startled Harry the most was the youngest Weasely lying unconscious on the floor. Harry ran to the girl to check for a pulse. There was one but slow and weak. Beside her was an opened journal. Harry reached over her to grab it and indeed it was a horcrux. When ever he touched a horcrux it caused him to shiver and the contact with the journal made him shiver.

"Hedwig" Hedwig appeared in a ball of flames.

"Take Ms. Weasely to the infirmary and report back to me as soon as you are done." Hedwig trilled in acknowledgment. When Hedwig disappeared with Weasely Harry unsheathed his twin swords. For his seventh birthday the Goblin King Rangok personally gave him the Goblin forged twin blades as a payment for saving a Goblin who was being attacked by a dragon. Although dragons were represented in the council, they were not a completely unified species and often fought other species regardly of the pact.

The twin blades could temporarily fuse to become a single sword but Harry preferred to fight with twins. The hilt was black dragon hide with various gems set in it. The blades had engravings of protection runes and since it was goblin forged, the blades absorbed any material it comes into contact with. Over the years Harry collected as many dangerous materials and liquids to dip his blades into. One of the first liquids he dipped into was basilisk venom so with both hands he plunged the swords into the journal. Screams from within erupted out of the blackened journal.

Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort was too a parseltongue so that was how he controlled the basilisk. As much as it pained him to kill another creature, this basilisk harmed others and it must pay. Moments later Hedwig came back to Harry.

"Hedwig find the basilisk and lure him out in the open. Blind him but be careful." Once again Hedwig trilled and flew away to find the snake. A loud rumble from behind Harry caused him to jump a little. Turning around he saw his brother and sidekick Ron.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harry yelled over his shoulder while preparing himself in a fighting stance.

"What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here?"

"This isn't the place to argue. There is a basilisk that I have to kill. He is a threat to Hermione and must be killed."

"That filthy mudblood?" That was the last straw. Harry abandoned his fighting stance and ran over had held James and Ron both at sword point.

"Don't ever call her that. Potter, your mother is muggleborn. Ron, you are friends with a halfblood. If I hear that name one more time I won't hesitate to kill you." Harry dropped his swords from their throats and regained his composure. Suddenly Hedwig flew out of a side tunnel and landed on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig stay away from the basilisk but stay near me incase something was to happen." The large snake came slithering out of his lair and towards Harry and others.

"Get behind me and stay out of my way." Harry ordered the pair of idiots.

"Like'd ever do that? Let you get all of the credit? Never." James and Ron drew their wands and Harry shook his head in disgust. Harry started to run at the basilisk and then launched himself fifteen feet in the air. The basilisk thrashed around and managed to knock Harry to the ground but Harry landed on his feet sliding a little. Harry charged at the snake again got in a deep gash in the snake's side. Ron and James were hopelessly sending spells that simply bounced off the thick hide of a basilisk. Since just brute force wouldn't bring down the beast Harry fused the twins together and began to cast with his left hand.

"Reducto, Reducto." Harry aimed high and giant boulders from the ceiling began to fall. With the boulders as a diversion Harry climbed onto the statue of Salazar Slytherin. "Reducto, Reducto." More boulders fell and now the basilisk was close enough for Harry to jump on top of. Backing up Harry ran forward and launched himself onto the basilisk's head and he quickly plunged the swords into the head of the mighty snake.

+I am sorry mighty king of the serpents. I am sorry I had to kill you. You hurt my mate.+

It was custom for the slyer to take the first royals so Harry took the 4 largest fangs, many vials of venom and he personally stripped the carcass of most of the valuable hide. Once he filet the meat and the hide Harry extracted blood from the muscle to use to reverse petrifaction.

When Harry extracted some extra venom for the potion he carelessly sliced his finger on a fang.

"Ah! Hedwig, please help." The venom seeping into his cut was burning and rising up his arm at an alarming rate. The Phoenix swooped in and landed beside her master and started to cry. The pain ceased and all that was left was a faint scar on his knuckles. James and Ron were lying on the floor of the chamber magically exhausted. There was no way he'd let them remember the events exactly how they played out.

"Obliviate. James and Ron you saved the Weasely girl with the help of Ron. You killed the basilisk with the sword of Gyffindor that was pulled out of the sorting hat. Fawkes came and blinded the deadly basilisk eyes. That is how you defeated the beast." It pained to give the credit to such an idiot but he did not need the publicity that such a feat would cause.

"Toby, please take the fangs, handle with care, and turn them into a trophy. Take these vials of blood, venom and fangs and prepare them for potion ingredients and put them into my private storage." Harry gestured to the pile of smaller fangs and group of vials. All that was left on the carcass of the mighty basilisk were the fangs surrounding the incisors to show that he took them as trophies, meat on the bones, and various odds and ends of skin that was too small to turn into anything useful. Right before Harry disapparated from the chamber he grabbed the cursed journal to be properly disposed of by his father, one horcrux down, two to go.

Finally Harry apparated to the infirmary with potion ingredients he took from the basilisk. With help from medicine men from various species he created a more effective way to revive people from petrifaction. Harry quickly conjured a table, a cauldron and spoon to mix with. Soon Harry effectively brewed the potion and began to pour it in smaller vials to administer to the victims orally.

"Mr. Anderson, what are you doing?" Madame Pomfrey asked the hooded student.

"This is a more potent way to revive a victim who has been petrified. I developed this potion with help of medicine men." Harry spoke while bottling.

"May I ask, what is in it?"

"Ma'am the potion varies depending on the cause of petrifaction. Since it was by a basilisk, only the basilisk that petrified everyone could cure. There is powdered basilisk fang, basilisk blood, venom from the basilisk and last but not least, royal blood. You see, my blood has special properties since I am an heir."

"Care to explain?"

"Can I explain after I administer the potion, it only has a limited effectiveness window?" Madame Pomfrey stepped a side and Harry went around giving the potion to the dozen victims and was slightly paled to find his mate among them. Less than a minute after he poured the potion down their throats, the victims stood up and started to run around the infirmary.

"Mr. Anderson, I demand to know what is going on." After Harry administered the potion to everyone, he answered the questions.

"Royal blood can cure practically any aliment and the products from the basilisk keyed my blood to cure anything caused by that basilisk. But the trick is that my blood will only work if used before it drops in temperature even a small fraction of a degree." Madame Pomfrey looked at the student like he found a cure for the muggle disease Aids.

"Do you know how many things that could be cured or advanced in medicine with royal blood?"

"With no disrespect, my blood and all royal blood is more tricky than you might think. You see, my body temperature changes constantly so to maintain it at the correct temperature is impossible and once it does drop in temperature, it turns into normal blood without any healing properties. I am very sorry."

"Oh, thank you for the information anyway. One more thing, Mr. Anderson, when may I release them?"

"How about in an hour. All the excess energy will be burned off by then. They will be perfectly fine. Oh and by the way, they are all immune to the stare of the basilisk now. Good bye." Harry turned to exit the infirmary. As much as he would like to stay with Hermione until she was free to leave, Madame Pomfrey was getting on his nerves and he felt like flying now. Harry calmly wailed out of Hogwarts, "Accio Werebolt." Harry had taken a firebolt and stripped it down and rebuilt it. In the process he added features to make the broom faster, stronger and more agile until it was no longer recognizable as a Firebolt. Effortlessly he mounted the broom and flew into the air. He did difficult maneuvers and tricks that even professionals couldn't pull off without running the risk of injury. His enhanced reactions helped to avoid trees and other obstructions. If someone were to look at him in the sky, they'd think they're seeing a mad man flying.