AN: Sorry about the delay in updates so this marathon update is my way of making it up to you.
"Parsletongue"
Harry Potter: King of the Amazons
Chapter 14
-Harry-
"Moaning Myrtle!" he called out when he got to the haunted bathroom "Are you there?".
Almost instantly one of the toilets exploded open in a shower of water and, well, what normally goes in toilets, making him take a couple steps back to avoid the overflow. "What do you want?" the ghost demanded as she rose from the toilet in what, he assumed, was supposed to be a dramatic entrance, however her choice of locations to haunt rather diminished this effect.
"I came to ask how you died." He stated simply causing the ghost girl to blink in shock before blushing demurely at what was, apparently, a rather flattering question.
"Ooooh, it was dreadful," she said with relish. "It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well. Id hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then -" Myrtle swelled importantly, her face shining. "I died."
"How?" he asked, urging her to continue.
"No idea," Myrtle answered in hushed tones, "I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes. My whole body sort of seized up, and then I was floating away . . . ." She looked dreamily at Harry. "And then I came back again. I was determined to haunt Olive Hornby, you see. Oh, she was sorry she'd ever laughed at my glasses.".
"Where exactly did you see the eyes?" he asked, adrenaline coursing through him in preparation for the battle to come.
"Somewhere over there." Myrtle said, pointing vaguely toward the sink in front of her toilet.
Quickly he hurried over to it, examining it all over, scouring every inch of its surface with his eyes and fingers, checking from the basin to the pipes below before he finally saw it, scratched onto the side of one of the copper taps was a small yet intricate snake.
"That tap's never worked," Myrtle told him brightly as he tried to turn it, just as the door burst open and the four heads of house, Dumbledore, and Lockheart barged into the bathroom.
"What are you doing in here Mr. Potter?" Professor Flitwick asked in shock.
"I believe I may have found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets." He answered without turning around before leaning back up. "Hmmmm," he mused "perhaps Parsletongue is needed to open it.". "I command thee to open!" he hissed, ordering the entrance to open. Immediately the tap glowed with a brilliant white light and began to spin before the sink began to move; the sink, in fact, sank, right out of sight, leaving a large pipe exposed, a pipe wide enough for a man to slide into.
Hearing a gasp he turned to see the group of teachers standing shell-shocked before he stated "I'm going down there.".
"Well, you simply can't go on your own," Lockheart said with a cocky grin "I'll just have to come with you so you don't fail.".
Raising an eyebrow he grabbed the man's robes and dragged him to the entrance of the pipe before saying "If you're so eager to go with me then you can test the pipe first. Have fun." Before pushing the man off and into the darkness.
The man's screams of terror echoed up through the pipe for several seconds before there was a thump and then "You know, it's really quite filthy down here.".
Turning he raised an eyebrow at the professors and saw that all of them, bar the headmaster, were laughing to some extent at what he had done, "Fifty points to Slytherin." Flitwick said happily before he nodded and jumped into the pipe with his knees bent, landing on his feet and sliding down the pipe in a crouch before drawing his sword in preparation, almost surfing through the pipe.
Eventually the pipe leveled out and he kicked off the lip, flying through the air with a flip before landing in a fighting crouch and looking around his surroundings. Near him he saw Lockheart, covered in slime from head to toe and as pale as a ghost while he looked around fearfully.
"We must be miles under the school," he mused, his voice echoing in the black tunnel "probably under the lake.". Turning to the darkness ahead he pulled out his wand, while keeping a firm grass on the hilt of his sword, before lighting the tip and staying "C'mon, but remember, any sign of movement, close your eyes right away.".
"There's something up there!" Lockheart squeaked, hiding behind him at the massive shadow before them.
Looking in the direction the cowering man was pointing he saw that it was completely immobile, not even the motions of breathing could be seen before he stepped closer and saw that it was simply shed skin from the basilisk. "Relax coward," he spat at the man behind him "it's just shed skin.".
"F-from what?" the terrified man asked, shaking like a leaf in a storm.
"The Basilisk." He stated simply before he felt the man stiffen and, on instinct, leapt back while drawing his sword to see the now grinning Lockheart pointing a wand at him.
"Well I'd say that the adventure ends here, my boy!" Lockheart crowed victoriously "I shall take a bit of this skin back up to the school, tell them I was too late to save the girl, and that you tragically lost your mind at the sight of her mangled body, I'm rather gifted with the memory charm you see and they won't be able to tell the difference.".
"Girl?" he demanded confused "What girl?".
"You don't' know?" Lockheart asked in surprise before smirking "the Weasley girl was taken by the monster into the chamber itself less than an hour ago.".
Groaning he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Great," he grumbled "now that creepy little stalker is going to be even more obsessed over me.".
"Oh there's no need to worry about that Mr. Potter," Lockheart sneered "after all, you won't remember a thing in a moment. So, say goodbye, to your memories. OBLIVIATE!".
At Lockhart's yell he charged forward, slicing with his sword and using the goblin steel to redirect the ball of light shooting at him back at Lockheart before stabbing through the man's heart. Growling he pulled his blade back before wiping it clean on the man's clothes.
Looking around he whispered "Darna, I need you." Causing the dark elf to appear with a soft pop. Before she could ask anything he put a finger to her lips to keep her quite "Speak softly," he whispered to her, "I don't want to risk anything finding out where I am, there's been enough chance of that as it is. I need you to bring me Pythos and that potion I've had Atriana of the blood elves brewing.".
Nodding Darna popped away only to return a few seconds later with the potion and a disoriented Pythos, "What's going on here?" Pythos asked confused.
"We're about to slay a basilisk." He told the serpent before repeating the same in English for Darna's sake . Lifting up the bottle he explained to Pythos "I had Atriana make us this potion, it will allow you to become my familiar and let my magic enhance you in size, strength, you'll even develop poison. I'm going to need you at full strength for this fight, alright?".
After Pythos eagerly nodded, and he explained the situation to Darna who refused to leave him alone during the battle, he poured half of the bottle down Pythos' throat and drank the remaining half himself before doubling over as the energy coursed through him. As he doubled over Pythos thrashed about as he grew to a monstrous size, nearly two hundred feet long and thicker around than an oak tree before finally settling down. "Alright," he whispered to Darna "I'm going to go in and blast open the wall to cause a distraction, as well as a dust cloud to hide Pythos until he can come in. When I get in there I want you to grab that Weasley girl and get her out of the line of fire. When the Basilisk appears I'll call in Pythos and we'll kill the one who is claiming to be the heir of Slytherin.", before he explained the same to Pythos.
"But what about the death gaze?" Darna whispered urgently.
"It doesn't affect Parsletongue." He assured her before moving down the tunnel.
As they crept along they came to the final door and, taking in a deep breath, he gathered his magic before sending a blasting curse at the wall, causing it to explode inwards while a massive dust cloud covered where he stood and shielded Pythos from view. Striding into the room he saw a partly transparent teenager standing over the body of the Weasley girl, twirling a wand between his fingers. "Ah," the boy said upon seeing him, not fazed by his explosive entrance in the least "you must be the famous Harry Potter. But where are your 'nine titans' or were they too scared to come?".
"I'm not risking their lives in this battle," he stated coldly "they are not yet ready for a fight of this magnitude.".
"Ah yes," the teenager, who was growing more solid by the moment, said with a nod "that is true…but neither are you.". "Let us see how you fair against my basilisk, shall we Potter?!" the man yelled, his previously calm demeanor gone. "Let us see how you faire against the TRUE Heir of Slytherin!". With those words the figure spun around to a massive statue of Salazar Slytherin, who he recognized by a bust that was in the citadel, and chanted out "Speak to me Salazar, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four!" as the maw of the behemoth slowly opened to reveal the basilisk, a hundred feet of glistening green scales, sword like fangs, and boring yellow eyes that gazed into his soul.
Snorting he hissed back "Pythos! Show this pretender, what a REAL snake can do!" as his familiar hissed furiously and shot into the chamber from the hole he had blasted causing the specter to stumble back in shock.
Drawing his blade he pointed it at the teenager and growled "Now, let's settle this, man to man.".
Roaring in anger the teenager conjured a sword and charged him, swinging wildly causing him to snort in derision and sidestep the pathetic lunge, "That was rather pathetic," he stated simply causing the teenager to growl again "who is it that I am about to kill?".
"I am Voldemort! Heir to Salazar Slytherin!" the disheveled teenager screamed only to freeze at a serpentine screech that came from across the chamber. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Pythos had wrapped his boy around the basilisk and was holding it in place while constricting the smaller snake's air flow, causing the beast to screech in pain.
Having a thought he sliced through the chest of the specter causing it to drop to its knees and regenerate slowly, not fully alive and as such unable to die, before going over to the basilisk and stabbing the inside of its mouth where he knew the venom sacks to be, coating the blade in the poison. Turning around he saw the specter trying to protect a small black book, which he assumed was his anchor.
Sneering he strode forward and slashed once across the throat of the spectral teenager before stabbing his poisoned blade into the book, causing the spectral Voldemort to scream and crack, before shattering into a thousand particles of light.