Chapter Nine
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Lord Voldemort (or Tom, as Harry was so apt to call him), was grumbling to him-self as he looked at book after book in hopes of finding that damned journal. It was proving to be quite annoying and pointless, seeing as he hasn't seen anything that even resembled the journal.
He cursed silently as he heard Harry's cheerful child-like voice drawing ever closer to the room he was residing in.
"Hello Tom, have you found anything yet?" That soft voice asked gently, yet Tom knew that he was actually threatening him; he could hear the hidden threat! He could indeed hear it!
"No, I am afraid this is proving to be rather pointless. To be put simple, I don't think it's here." He said as he tried- and failed- to get near the door without Harry noticing. Let it be known that he tried valiantly, and failed as Harry stopped him with piercing killer green eyes.
"Then where else would it possibly be? The others that you trust exclusively have already searched the Riddle House's library for any Parseltongue written journal or book. Besides, you should recall enough about your life before your death to remember where you last saw the journal!" By that time, the Malfoy Manor was nearly shaking and everyone in it besides a rare few were cowering from the raw magic that was coming from the child's unfiltered rage.
"Now, now Harry calm down, I am sure that My Lord will remember in time, so please do calm down." A very calm Lucius Malfoy said soothingly to make sure that the small boy wouldn't tear his home down in his very rare temper tantrum. Draco and his two cohorts stood behind Lucius and watched Harry wearily.
Harry closed his eyes and calmed down slowly, and then he shot a deadly glare that could rival Severus' glare towards Tom. "I truly do hope that you find that journal because I really don't fancy being a child all over again." He said as his eyes grew cold when he thought about his childhood memories. There were very few good memories that he would never want to let go, but now they seem as if they were merely dreams, conjured up by his startling loneliness.
His eyes narrowed at his thoughts, only to be interrupted by a dark, deep voice. "Harry, I wanted to ask about the spell you used earlier before we came to Malfoy Manor." Severus said when he popped up next to Lucius out of no-where.
Tom's interest now peaked at the mentioning of the spell, he listened as Harry explained that there were actually two spells.
"The first one, Pectus Scriptorium, literally means chest portal, it allows me to reach into enclosed places just by thinking of what I am looking for and where exactly it is. The second spell merely closes the portal. I thought them up because really, it can be quite the hassle when I forget something and I can't retrieve it while I am in class." He finished simply.
The others were slightly amazed, the two spells sounded quite simple and the explanation was quite simple as well.
"Harry, when did you think those spells up?" Draco asked as he kneeled beside the small child. "Hm, it must've been around Second Year, everyone was afraid to go around anywhere alone." Harry explained simply.
"So you were afraid of going to the Gryffindor Rooms alone? I never expected that." Blaise mused as he grinned at Harry. "I wasn't the one who was afraid you fool. Everyone else was, but you should know, snakes do not harm that which is not afraid. Instead, you are deemed as worthy to be in their gracious presence." Harry said with a slight smirk, shocking all the Slytherins in the room.
"And how would you know something like that?" Lucius drawled as he tried to figure out the mysterious person that Harry Potter now was. After all, when you think of how someone is and think of the traits of the person and everything that the person does turns out to be a façade, what could you do but try to figure the person out?
Harry merely smirked and then waved his small hand while whispering a spell, a spell that Severus barely heard before he saw the Chamber of Secrets from two years past.
A thirteen year-old Harry moved his hand along one of the walls of the Chamber. He spoke softly in Parseltongue and everyone (but Tom) was surprised to notice that they could understand what Harry was saying.
"How terrible it is that such a beautiful creature such as Tiamat had to be destroyed, even worse is that I was the one to do so." He said softly as he looked at the perfectly preserved dead basilisk's body.
He went to touch one of her gleaming scales, but was stilled by a low hissing.
"Who are you?" The unknown creature hissed. "Me? I am Harry; may I ask who you are?" Harry hissed back as he placed a hand upon one of Tiamat's scales. The hissing mere got louder after he touched the basilisk's scales.
"Stop touching my mother or I'll, I'll petrify and bite you!" Harry stilled at the scared hissing he heard. "Your mother? I never knew that she had hatched a snakeling. I am sorry little one; you may bite or petrify me if it makes you feel better." He said calmly as he looked behind him to see a small snake watching him with narrowed light green eyes.
"Why would I want to, and why would you say I could? Aren't you afraid of dying, are you patronizing me?" The little snakeling asked in a torrent of questions.
Harry looked at the small female snake and smiled gently before answering, I thought you would want to because I had to kill her, and I said so because I would want the person who killed my parents to say I could do such a thing. I am not afraid of dying due to the fact that I have faced death quite a few times, and no, I am not patronizing you." Harry said gently with a calm smile upon his face.
The snakeling hissed gently and slithered closer to Harry. "You are not afraid of me?" The snakeling asked suddenly. Harry blinked at the change in subject and hissed back quietly, "No, I am not. If I may ask, why do you need to know that?"
"It is settled, I am now your familiar." The snakeling hissed confidently. Harry's eyes widened in disbelief and he kneeled down to look closer at the female. "Little One, I already have a familiar, her name is Hedwig and she's one of my greatest friends." Harry said with a smile. The snakeling hissed irritably and then slithered closer to crawl up Harry's body until she curled up on his head and staring into his eyes upside down.
"I will allow this Hedwig to be your familiar as well. Now don't argue with me Harry, and do give me a name, my mother never named me." The snakeling hissed superiorly as she looked deep within his green eyes.
Harry sighed and grabbed the snakeling gently so that she sat within the palm of his small hand. "Well, since you insist, I would be quite honored to have you as my second familiar. As for your name; what do you think about Tanit?" He hissed with a smile.
The scene started to fade however as Harry smiled.
The six Slytherins looked around subtly as a five year old Harry watched them with a smirk.
"Tanit can be quite demanding at times, can't she?" Harry asked knowingly as the six turned to look at them with stunned faces.
"How did you do that?" Tom was the first to ask as he stared at the boy with a surprised look on his face.
Harry tilted his head to the side-an action that everyone in the room found utterly adorable, not that three of them would admit to such a thought- and said as if they were all idiots, "A spell, of course."
Author's Note: Sorry I haven't uploaded a new chapter for a while, I've been sick the last few days. Also, who in a million years would not admit that Harry is just plain adorable no matter the age?