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AN 2: i do not actually reference a 1992-3 calendar, so if any of my schoolday days in this fic fall on weekends, just ignore it, okay? Time-placement is different from the books on a few things as well, so i cant even reference that.

AN 3: Sorry for the wait, i caught black death. (not really. More like The Flu.)

Warning: This story's DARK man. Possible horrific deadly violence as chapters go along, as well as some swearing. You have been warned. However this is NOT a gorefic or torture fic, i am just warning of things taht could appear due to my proceedural writing style.

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Chapter 12: The Heir of Slytherin

14 of February, 1993. 20:55

Harry reeled out of the memory, took a breath, and the gears started spinning.

Obviously, the Diary expected to be believed about Hagrid being the perpetrator. But Harry already knew the creature of blame was Lady Sanda, a Basilisk, and not that acromantula. He then remembered. 'Inconcivable Shape' and closed the diary. He patted his sleeve and awoke Serenity, who slipped out and looked around "Problem, Master?" Harry petted her "Sorry, Serenity, i just need to tell me what this object is to you. Describe it, if you will." and pointed her to the diary.

Serenity took 10 minutes to concider and hissed "Sorry master, but its inconcivable to me. I am unable to describe it." of course, to a snake, a book is meaningless, 'inconcivable' as a person.

Harry ate a few bites quickly, took the diary, and headed out of Slytherin common room and up the floors to second floor, and into Myrtle's bathroom.

"Harry, hello, found something?" Harry smiled "Yeah. Sorry to be on your hair again, but this needs to end." Diary tom was reeling, he wanted to scream but did not have all that much energy. That damn girl threw him away before he could sufficiently sap her. Myrtle spoke "you dont bother me Harry. I think its nice how you look out for everyone." Harry nodded, and opened the sink, light his wand, and go down the pipe, through the dungeon, and up to the door. "Open" he hissed. And the door slid open and he emerged in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Lady Sanda, i found them!" Sanda emerged and looked at harry with glee "Did you, master?" Harry showed her the diary and sanda hissed "Yes, release! Set it down, master, and i shall deal with it!" but soon as it was down, the diary shrieked in parseltongue "HEIR OF SLYTHERIN COMMANDS YOU, KILL HIM."

Sanda just smiled.

"I SAID, KILL HIM!" it shrieked again and Sanda spoke calmly "Fool. In the prescense of two Heirs of Slytherin, i can merely serve the one i prefer. And its not YOU." The diary was enveloped in fear. He did not have enough time to dominate this snake to only listen to him. Just a couple months more...

Meanwhile, Harry was stunned by THAT decleration, and barely registered Sanda biting the diary, and it exploding in a show of magic.

Harry spoke "... Okay, couple of questions?" Sanda smiled "anything for my respectful commander." Harry nodded "First, that was not just a charm, right? And second... I am a Heir of Slytherin?"

Sanda hissed "no mere wandwork and words, no. More. Much. More" beat "And you fulfill the requirements, yes." Harry blinked "Wait, requirements?" Sanda laughs "You think Master Salazar would rely to something as flimsy and unreliable as his bloodline surviving? Sure, he trusted himself to have offspring, but not his offspring." Harry concidered "Makes... sense, actually. So... what is this Heir thing then?" Sanda smiled proudly "Someone who has truelly most, of not all of the values Master Salazar liked... and well, Master Salazar would like you more than him"

Harry smiled "So 'Heir of Slytherin' is not Literal. Its Mental." he grinned "Good ol' Salazar." Sanda nodded "I thank you for your help commander. If you ever need me, i am at your disposal." Harry blinks "Well, uh, keep up your ancestral duty. I will call on you only when i require, Lady Sanda." Sanda let out a laughing sort of hiss "Master once called it... 'Ingridients in my alchemy box' i believe, this utilization of tricks and allies only when needed. You truelly are the heir." Harry blinked at how similar it was to his 'Tools in the toolbox' philosophy and looked up at Sanda "i must take my leave, Lady Sanda. Looking forward to our alligience." and he walked out.

As he turned the corner to Slytherin, Snape was there. "Mister Potter, where have you been?" Harry smiled "Your office, please?" Snape caught on to Slytherin code for 'Oh man, dumbledore must never hear of this' and lead the way, knowing Potter will follow.

"It has come under my attention that you have been sneaking out quite a bit." Harry smiled "cant deny it. I was not caught however, as stated in house rules." teacher and student shared a smile. Snape droned again "However, i am curious what you have been doing." Harry nodded "I found the Chamber of Secrets, and the creature within was... actually really nice. I decided to help it, as it did not enjoy attacking students, but had really no choice when commanded by the orchistrator of the attacks."

Snape took a breath "What kind of creature is it?" Harry smiled "Female basilisk, and before you start, i was just fine. Parseltongue seems to make me immune to the stare. Can barely hope to command a snake if it kills you with a glance, right?" Snape concidered it "I suppose that makes sence. So... a nice... basilisk that was under order to attack students... who ... was the perpetrator, anyway?"

"Tom Riddle. Well, his diary, but i am sure it was Riddle himself first time around." Snape visibly recoiled and harry inquired "Potions master? Sir? You alright?" Snape reeled himself back to shape and spoke "someone had to carry the diary within the chamber, tho." Harry nods "I made that connection too, but from what i saw, the diary had... powers. Whoever had it before me was most likely a puppet to its will. We should not victim harm here." Snape considers and nods "Sounds most wise, mister Potter. So the basilisk then?" Harry smiled "Lady Sanda is safe and healthy, free of the control Tom exerted once on her. She has no wish to continue the attacks, and she is now under my willing command anyway."

Snape gaped, for just a second "You are a Heir of Slytherin?" Harry smiles "Yes, but because its mental, potions master. Anyone with a set of traits and parseltongue is a 'Heir of Slytherin' you see." beat "i dont reccomend seeing Sanda without me to anyone. Without parseltongue, a glance can kill you from what she told me." Harry added a half lie.

Snape conciders "... Albus would like to see her, i know he will." Harry shrugs "And he can. He just has to be with me." Snape looked at harry "Good. I shall let him know. This is still his school, after all."

15 of February, 1993., during History of Magic for Harry

Dumbledore looked at Harry, just outside Myrtle's bathroom, and when Harry glanced up at him, he attempted mind infliltration.

Dumbledore found himself freefalling and landing in a heap on a cobblestone street.

"Welcome to Sigil, the headstone of planescape, headmaster." Harry smiled, across from him, behind an arch. Dumbledore concidered this city, but after seeing an upside down rotating stairwell that emerged on a floating pool of sludge that had dolphins with lazer cannons strapped to there heads, he decided he should stop concidering the architecture, right now. He walked towards to Harry, but upon emerging through the arch, he found himself emerging out a door and almost off an edge of a sharp cliff, he backed up through the door and was insantly submershed and drowning, flailing in panic and swimming up, emerging in the mushroom dotted shores of a green lake, surrounded with mansions, floating cottages, and stairwells that went on forever.

Dumbledore panted and almost concidered diving back through the lake, but found a gigantic coelecanth staring at him like a snack. He took up a stairwell, and started climbing, but after an hour he stopped and looked behind him to realize he had not moved up. He tried to step off, but the ground shattered like glass, and sent him to a freefall again, falling, falling, falling...

He came to in a bed with chibi cthulhu covers. He got up and made an effort to ignore the painting frame that housed a giant eyeball that was following him around the room. He opened the door, and found a flock of sheep with twisted characteristics and gashing teeth. He closed the door and turned around, but found himself in the middle of a muggle highway. He turned around again, village road. He checked his feet. Dirt. He looked forward again. Olympic-sized pool, he realized he was on the speed swim ramp. He turned around and the landscape shifted to a dark boiler room.

Dumbledore slumped onto his knees "N-no way out?" Harry's voice boomed "i am glad you noticed. Professor Snape did not have to test my dreamscape to realize its a maze with no escape." the muggle lighting came on, and Harry appeared, sitting on a fold-out chair.

Dumbledore was panting "this place is killing me... Harry, please." Harry frowned "thought you would not ask. Try and not wander in here again."

Dumbledore gasped as he was back to Hogwarts and checked the clock that was in this level. Not even a second has passed, but Albus was certain he was lost for a few hours. Harry broke his throught proccess "Shall we?"

Dumbledore noded, wiping the recently formed cold sweat from his forhead, and went down the sink and into the hidden dungeons with Harry.

Sanda looks at Harry and makes sure to pin her eyes on him so she does not directly glance at the old man she is hearing softly pant.

"Commander. Who is the bearded master-kin?" Harry smiles and hisses "Headmaster dumbledore. I am here as a translator for a few questions from him." He then continues in English "Headmaster? Go ahead. I will translate."

"I was told, that you are actually a security measure, and that Salazar said what he did about you being an assassin so he kept purre blood support?" Sanda answers "Indeed. Should not seem surprising, if the sorting hat is still used. You should know by now what traits he valued. He had them too" Dumbledore glared at Harry, but continued "I understand your gaze is lethal and you cant do anything about it, but how can i trust your word that you do not plan to hurt my students?" Sanda hissed, and harry translated "One cannot lie through parseltongue. Only way i could mislead you would be to merely not mention what my intentions were" harry blinked and thought back. Indeed. One could NOT lie through Parseltongue. Only avoid revealing information.

Dumbledore sighed "In that case, i suppose, Lady Sanda, i am no one to remove you from your rightful place. I hope my fear of you did not offend you." Sanda had noted the shaking and spoke through Harry "Giftless, your fear is reasonable. Only gifted can withstand me, which is why i am not looking at you." Harry blinked and wanted to clarify "Er, not translating right now, but they refer to 'parseltongue' as 'gift' unless they clarify another kind of gift." Dumbledore nodded "Thank you for directly translating Harry. Bid lady sanda my respect and farewell, and we can go." Chance to test the theory. Harry tried to say 'He says you better listen or else' but he hears himself hiss "He extends his respect and farewell" that seals it. Parsel was literally incapable of lying. "I will see you around, Lady Sanda." Harry bowed and followed the headmaster out.

16 of February, 1993.

Hermione stared at Harry.

"Again! You went and dealt with it, alone, again!"

Harry sighed.

Harry froze hermione with a powerful glare. "My brilliant friend, i cannot simply believe you do not understand what i mean by 'Lady sanda could kill you with a simple stare'. I will not have that." uppon Hermione shuddering , Harry's eyes softened and she could move again "I simply could not risk you down there before i was certain i had her Allegience to me, and only, to me. Do you understand?"

Hermione spoke quietly "You said next time you would involve us" Harry nodded "i fully intended to. But then... Sanda was revealed to be a Basilisk. So being alone down there was less total risk, since i am immune to the stare." Hermione paused, then spoke "Harry, did you know you were immune to the stare?"

"Yes"

Hermione blinked.

Hermione spoke "What do you mean, 'Yes'?"