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Chapter 14
In the third week of December, Pytho, Draco, Theodore, and Pansy were walking across entrance hall when they saw a small knot of people gathered around the notice board, reading a piece of parchment that had just been pinned up. Millicent, Blasie, and Daphne beckoned them over, looking excited.
"They're starting a Dueling Club!" said Blasie. "First meeting tonight! I wouldn't mind dueling lessons; they might come in handy one of these days…."
"What, you reckon that snake can duel?" said Draco, but he, too, read the sign with interest.
"Could be useful," he said to Pytho, Theodore, and Pansy as they went into dinner. "Shall we go?"
Pytho, Theodore, and Pansy were all for it, so at eight o'clock that evening they hurried back to the Great Hall. The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by thousands of candles floating overhead. The ceiling was velvety black once more and most of the school seemed to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.
"I wonder who'll be teaching us?" said Pansy as they edged into the chattering crowd. "Daphne told me Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young-maybe it'll be him."
"As long as it's not-" Pytho began, but he ended on a groan: Gilderoy was walking onto the stage, resplendent in robes of deep plum and accompanied by none other than Snape, wearing his usual black.
Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called, "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent!
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions-for full details, see my published works.
Oh, this is so bored, I hope that I can fight against Potter thought Pytho.
"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now I don't want any of you youngsters you'll still have your Potions Master when I'm though with him, never fear!"
"Wouldn't it be good if Professor Snape finished Lockhart off?" Draco muttered in Pytho's ear.
Pytho saw Professor Snape's upper lip was curling. Pytho then looked and saw Lockhart was still smiling: if Professor Snape had been looking at him like that, he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Professor Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."
"I wouldn't bet on that," Pytho murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth.
"One-two-three-"
Both of them swung their wands above their wands and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.
Pytho and Draco and Emerald group cheered for Professor Snape. They overheard Granger was asking about Lockhart, but they can't hear Potter and Weasley's replies.
Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen of and his wavy hair was standing on end.
"Well, there you have it!" he tottering back onto the platform. "That was a Disarming Charm-as you seem, I've lost my wand-ah, thank you, Miss Brown-yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy-however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see…"
Pytho noticed that Professor Snape looking murderous. Possibly Lockhart had noticed too, because he said, "Enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now and put you into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me-"
They moved through the crowd, matching up partners. Pytho and Draco noticed that Lockhart teamed Longbottom with Finch-Fletchley, and then Pytho and Draco turned to watch Professor Snape and Pytho and Draco noticed that Professor Snape walked up to Potter and Weasley first.
They overheard Snape talking to them, "Time to split up the dream team, I think," he sneered. "Weasley, you can partner up with Mr. Malfoy. Potter-"
Pytho noticed Potter moved automatically toward Granger.
"I don't think so," said Snape, smiling coldly. "Mr. Potter, come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Potter. And you, Miss Granger-you can partner with Miss Bulstrode."
Pytho strutted over, smirking. Behind him walked Draco and Millicent. Pytho noticed Granger tried to gave Millicent a smile that Millicent didn't return.
"Face your partners!" called Lockhart, back on the platform. "And bow!"
Pytho and Potter barely inclined their heads, not taking their hatred eyes off each other.
"Wands at the ready!" shouted Lockhart. "When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents-only to disarm them-we don't want any accident-one…two…three-"
Pytho had already started on "two" before Potter does swing his wand high. His spell hit Potter so hard that he stumbled. And not wasting time, Potter pointed his own wand straight at Pytho and shouted, "Rictusempra!"
Pytho tried to dodge the jet of silver light, but got hit in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing.
"I said disarm only!" Lockhart shouted in alarm over the heads of the battling crowd, as Potter hit Pytho with a Tickling Charm, as Pytho sank to the ground, and pointing his wand at Potter's knees, choking, "Tarantallegra!" and next second Potter's legs was jerking around out of the control.
"Stop! Stop!" screamed Lockhart, but Professor Snape took charge.
"Finite Incantatem!" he shouted; Pytho stopped laughing, Potter's feet stopped dancing, and they were able to look up.
A haze of greenish smoke was hovering over the scene. Longbottom was lying on the floor, panting with Finch-Fletchley; Draco was sneered at Weasley who was burned by his own broken wand; but Millicent and Granger were still moving; Millicent had Granger in a headlock and Granger was whimpering in pain; both their wands lay forgotten on the floor. Pytho noticed and scowled at Potter, who leapt forward and pulled Millicent off.
"Dear, dear," said Lockhart, skittering through the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duels. "Up you go, Macmillan… Careful there, Miss Fawcett….Pinch it hard, it'll stop bleeding in a second, Boot-
"I think I'd better teach you how to block unfriendly spells," said Lockhart, standing flustered in the midst of the hall. He glanced at Snape, whose black glinted, and looked quickly away. "Let's have a volunteer pair-Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you-"
"A bad idea, Professor Lockhart," said Professor Snape, gliding over like a large and malevolent bat. "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox." Pytho and his group sniggered when Longbottom's round, pink face went pinker. "How about Harry Potter and David Potter?" said Professor Snape with a twisted smile.
"Excellent idea!" said Lockhart, gesturing Pytho and Potter into the middle of the hall as the crowd backed away to give them room.
Pytho and Professor Snape sniggered as they saw Lockhart dropped and quickly picked the wand up, saying, "Whoops-my wand is a little overexcited-"
Professor Snape moved closer to Pytho, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "Remember the snake that Draco made on the first day of the school? I want you do that." Pytho smirked, too. Pytho stared at Potter as he asks Lockhart for blocking spell again.
"Scared?" muttered Pytho, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him.
"You wish," said Potter out of the corner of his mouth.
Pytho sneered at Lockhart and Potter as Lockhart cuffed Potter merrily on the shoulder. "Just do what I did, David!"
"What drop my wand?"
But Lockhart wasn't listening.
"Three-two-one-go!" he shouted.
Pytho raised his wand and bellowed, "Serpensortia!"
The end of his wand exploded. Pytho watched as a long black snake shot out of it, fell heavily onto the floor between Pytho and Potter, and raised itself, ready to strike the boy in front of the snake. There were screams as the crowd backed swiftly away, clearing the floor.
"Leave the crowd alone, I want you to pretend that you strike the boy in front of you while I take the wand away from him," hissedPytho, as the enraged snake slithering toward Potter who stood frozen.
The snake raised itself again, fangs exposed, poised to strike Potter who still stood frozen. Pytho raised his wand again and said, "Expelliarmus!" and won the duel by stealing Potter's wand.
Professor Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake vanished in a small puff of black smoke. Everyone stared at Pytho in a shocking or calculating way, muttered to their next neighbors about the Slytherin Potter is Parselmouth. Pytho knew what he did. Pytho did it on the purpose.
Now they will know that I might to be Slytherin's grandson or something like that. I really need to talk to my master about this, thought Pytho.
Potter then demanded to show that snake again so he can talk to it. Pytho said, "Serpensortia," when a smaller green snake shot out of Pytho's wand, Potter tried to talk it, but the snake bit him on his ankle. Pytho sniggered when the snake bit his brother and the ankle swelled up.
Potter had to go to the hospital wing when he was moaning about the pain in his ankle. Weasley, Granger, and Longbottom dragged him away. Pytho turned to the shocked crowd and stared at them with blank on his face and walk away from the hall. Draco, Pansy, Blasie, Theodore, Millicent, and Daphne followed him.
Over the months following the dueling against Potter, the crowd of Gryffindor, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaw except the Emerald and Slytherins was avoiding Pytho. Dumbledore still think Potter is the boy-who-lived even-though Potter doesn't have the special powers from Voldemort like Pytho has the power from Voldemort. "He is a stupidest, dumbest, and craziest wizard I ever met," Pytho muttered to Draco on the valentine day when he was talking about Potter…. When Pytho's master found out that Pytho did spoke snake language in front of all Hogwarts second-years and two Professors and also Pytho got the mark from Dumbledore, but he forgot about telling his mentor about the tattoo, he was very piss off that he dropped everything for his research and went to Hogwarts to punished Pytho by the scar bonding one night. They all thought Pytho was the Slytherin heir when he revealed that he could speak snake language, not Potter. But they found out that Pytho was in the Slytherin common room with Draco all the time, when the petrified continued, even Gryffindor house ghost, Saint Nicolas was founded near Fitch-Fletchley was shocked petrified. Draco and Pytho grew closer, but sadly thing is they never said 'love' word; Theodore and Pansy got closer than being friends borders; Daphne and Blasie also got closer too. Poor Millicent was alone until she met Vincent Crabbe from Slytherin third year group and they got hit off.
Pytho was very pissed off when he found out that monster struck the heart of the darkness prince, took the heart away from the prince.
One spring morning, Pytho, Blasie, Theodore was getting ready in the Slytherin changing room for the match against Hufflepuff, getting the Quidditch Championship Cup for tenth years. Draco said that he will come soon. Blasie and Theodore were the new players for Slytherin Quidditch as the Chaser positions when Goyle and Crabbe were quitted. They just got the robes on, when Professor Snape walk in and beckoned them over. Pytho's hopes were dashed when he noticed Draco wasn't there with Professor Snape.
"The match got cancelled. That monster has strike your heart, Pytho," He looked sad and angry at same time.
"Draco has been petrified, has he?" whispered Pytho, his green eyes started to glowering brightly. Professor Snape nodded. Draco was one of his favorite students and his only godson.
"Yes, Pytho, I am here to take you all to hospital wing. Naricissa and Lucius are here to watch you and Draco playing today. They were walking to my office when they found him and Miss Pansy Parkinson near the Great Hall. They have a mirror with them and Pansy has a note for you to read."
Professor Snape gave the mirror and the note to Blasie, because Pytho and Theodore were not in state to read or hold anything because they are in shock.
"Well, it seems that Pansy found the answer for the Chamber of Secrets and the snake called Basilisk." Blasie muttered as they walked to the hospital wing. They finally reached the hospital wing and Pytho found himself hugged tightly by Naricissa Malfoy.
"Where is he?" asked Pytho for Draco, "Where is she?" asked Theodore for Pansy in union.
"They are right there," said Naricissa, her eyes started to mist, turned around, lifted her finger and pointed to the two beds where Draco and Pansy were lying. Pytho and Theodore ran over and almost knocked Lucius over as they rushed over to their boyfriend/girl-friend. Professor Snape, Naricissa, Lucius, and Blasie walked over and stared at Pytho and Theodore who was sitting at their own friend's side.
"Okay, what is going on with you both?" Blasie demanded to Theodore and Pytho. "Don't deny to me."
"I told her this morning that I like her very much since I was seven years old," said Theodore, blushing.
"Oh…okay and what about you, Harry…Harry!" yelled Blasie, turned from Theodore to Pytho. Pytho snapped his head up, his lifeless green eyes looked up from looking at Draco, stared unfocused at Blasie.
"Oh Merlin! What happened to you, Harry?" ask Lucius, gentling putting his hand on Pytho's shoulder. "Draco…is my soul mate…I never told him that I really…love him, can you just leave me alone with Draco for few minutes?" said Pytho, blinking his eyes, trying not to cry, putting his hand on Draco's neck, trying to find his breath. Once Professor Snape, Lucius, Naricissa, and the remainder of the Emerald group left to give Pytho and Draco some privately time, Pytho leaned over and stared at Draco's blonde-haired face and kissed him on the lips. Pytho shivered when he felt the cold and unresponsive of Draco's lips. Then Pytho swore to the unresponsive Draco that he would kill that monster.
Then he heard someone's footsteps coming over there to Draco's bed. He stood up then walked toward the curtain and then poked his head out of the curtain and found the rest of the girls, Millicent and Daphne of Emerald sitting there, waiting for Pytho come out. They shivered when they saw Pytho's murderous face, they was very glad that they wasn't that monster. Pytho strode away from them; his face was full of murderous, angry, grief and determined and his aura is very bright green and silver, bursting around for every second. They saw the determined face and wondering why he has that determined face. The members of Emerald group turned to Malfoy family and comforted them while Pytho was working alone to find the chamber of secrets without any Emerald members.
When Pytho finally found the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets on three days before June 1st, the Weaslette was gone, went underground, taken by the Slytherin heir. Pytho told Professor Snape about the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets, Professor Snape gave him some advices: get somebody who knows defense spells, get some friends with you, or leave it alone. Pytho gathered his friends: Theodore, and Blasie to go with him. Pytho told the girls to stay behind to watch Draco and Pansy for Pytho and Theodore. They brought Snape with them for protecting them. They reached the Moaning Myrtle's place and found Potter and his group and Lockhart waiting for them to open the entrance that night.
"So…are you going to admitted that I am only one Parselmouth in this school?" asked Pytho dully.
"Yes, we are here to get Ginny back," said Potter, glared at Pytho.
"Well, we need to stand back and let Harry work on the entrance," said Blasie. They all stood background of Pytho. Pytho went to the sink in front of Myrtle's toilet. He stared at the copper taps and hissed, "Open up." At once the tap glowed with a brilliant white light and began to spin. Next second, the sink began to move; the sink sank right out of sight, leaving a large pipe exposed, a pipe wide enough for a man to slide into.
Pytho heard Weasley, Potter, Longbottom, Theodore, and Blasie gasp and look up again. He had made up his mind what he was going to do.
"I'm going down there," he said.
"Me too," said Theodore.
"I will follow you wherever you go," said Blasie.
Professor Snape nodded to him.
There was a pause.
"I am here to get Ginny back, not to follow you anywhere," said Potter.
"No, Potter, I will follow David anywhere," said Weasley and Longbottom in union.
There was a pause.
"Well, you hardly seem to need me," said Lockhart, with a shadow of his old smile. "I'll just-"
He put his hand on the door knob, but Weasley, Longbottom, and Potter pointed their wands at him.
"You can go first," Weasley snarled.
White-faced and wandless, Lockhart approached the opening.
"Boys, you have your Professor here," he said, his voice feeble. "Boys, what good will it do?" Longbottom jabbed him in the back with his wand. Lockhart slid his legs into the pipe.
"I really don't think-" he started to say, but Longbottom gave him a push, and he slid out of sight. Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom followed quickly. They slid out of sight.
"You all stick with me okay, Professor Snape will be our defense teacher," said Pytho. At their nods, he lowered himself slowly into the pipes, then let go.
He could see more pipes branching off in all directions, but none as large as theirs, which twisted and turned, sloping steeply downward, and he knew that he was falling deeper below the school than even the dungeons. Behind him he could hear Theodore, Blasie, and Professor Snape, thudding slightly at the curves.
And then the pipe leveled out, and he shot out of the end with a wet thud, landing on the damp floor of a dark stone tunnel large enough to stand in. Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, and Lockhart was getting to his feet a little ways away, covered in slime and white as a ghost. Pytho stood aside as Theodore, Blasie, and Professor Snape came whizzing out of the pipes, too.
Pytho overheard Weasley and Potter talking about the miles under the school.
All eight of them turned to stare into the darkness ahead.
"Lumos!" Pytho muttered to his wand and it lit. "C'mon," he said to his group who was with him, and off they went with Potter's group behind them, their footsteps slapping loudly on the wet floor.
The tunnel was so dark that they could only see a little distance ahead. Their shadows on the wet walls looks looked monstrous in the wandlight.
"Remember," Pytho said quietly as they walked cautiously forward, "any sign of movement, close your eyes right away…."
But the tunnel was quiet as the graveyard, and the first unexpected sound they heard was a loud crunch as Weasley stepped on what turned out to be a rat's skull. That stupid git is going get us killed. I really want to get that stupid snake and I promise Draco that I will kill it thought Pytho.
Voldemort heard the last thought and look through Pytho's scar bonding with Voldemort. What he saw made him piss off then he dropped everything for second time to rush to the Hogwarts, invisible, arrived behind Professor Lockhart to watch the events.
Pytho lowered his wand to look at the floor and saw that it was littered with small animal bones.
Pytho led the way forward, around a dark bend in the tunnel.
"David-there's something up there-" said Weasley hoarsely, grabbing Potter's shoulder.
They froze, watching. Pytho could just see the outline of something huge and curved, lying right across the tunnel. It wasn't moving.
"Maybe it's sleeping," Potter breathed, glancing forward to the Emerald boys and back at the other three. Pytho and Snape turned around to glare at Potter's group, and sniggered when they saw Lockhart's hands were pressed over his eyes.
Pytho turned back to look at the thing.
Pytho edged forward very slowly, his eyes narrowed so he could see, his wand held high.
The light slid over a gigantic snake skin, of vivid, poisonous green like Pytho's eyes, lying curled and empty across the tunnel floor. The snake that had shed it must have been twenty feet long at least. Seeing that skin long, Pytho is very determined to fight the snake.
Pytho overheard Weasley weakly said, "Blimey."
There was a suddenly movement behind them. Gilderoy Lockhart's knees had given way.
"Get up, you git," sneered Theodore sharply, pointed his wand to Lockhart.
Lockhart got to his feet-then he dived at Weasley, who standing near Lockhart, knocking him to the ground.
Potter jumped forward, but too late-Lockhart was straightened up, panting, Weasley's wand in his hand and a gleaming smile back on his face.
"The adventure ends here, boys!" he said. "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 six tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body-say goodbye to your memories!" He forgot about Professor Snape who dived at Lockhart, knocking him to the ground-but it was too late.
The wand had exploded with the force of a small bomb. Pytho flung his arms over his head and ran, slipping over the coils of snake skin, out of the way of great chunks of tunnel ceiling that were thundering to the floor. Next moment, he was standing alone, gazing at a solid wall of broken rock.
"Theodore! Blasie! Professor Snape!" he shouted. "Are you guys okay? Theodore! Blasie! Professor Snape!"
"We're here!" come Theodore, Blasie, and Professor Snape's muffled voices from behind the rock-fall. "We're okay-this Gryffindors and git's not, though this git got blasted by Weasley's wand and knocked the Gryffindors out-"
There was a dull thud and a loud "ow!" It sounded as though Theodore had just kicked Lockhart in the shins.
Pytho looked up at the tunnel ceiling. Huge cracks had appeared in it. He can't break anything apart by the magic.
There was another thud and another "ow!" from behind the rocks. They were wasting time…Pytho knew there was only one thing to do.
"Wait there, Professor Snape," he called to Professor Snape. "Wait with them. I'll go on…If I'm not back in an hour…"
There was a very pregnant pause.
"No, you can't go alone, call your master to help you!" said Professor Snape.
"That is not good idea," said Pytho, sensing his angry master was standing behind of him all the time, being visible.
"Pytho, come here," hissed Voldemort, coldly.
Pytho swallowed, then turned around, and walked toward the angry wizard until stopping few feet away from Voldemort. Voldemort floated toward Pytho and touched Pytho's scar with his finger and left it there firmly.
Pytho shook under the highly pain, thanks to abuse at Uncle Vernon's house with David and Dudley and Voldemort training him so hard with the magic since he was nine years old, that he got used to it, and moaned after few minutes later. Voldemort let him go and then Pytho stumbled and steadying himself again.
"Don't defy me ever again, Pytho," hissed Voldemort, still coldly.
Looking at his master, Pytho said, "I must kill the snake before it kill any of my members, I am not here to get Weaslette. I need your help with your spirit from the diary."
Voldemort said, "Fine, but you will be grounded, no Quidditch for two weeks. I will tell your adopted guardian when we are finished with this stuff."
They set off together past the giant snake skin.
The tunnel turned and turned again. And then, as last, they walked or floated around the bend, they saw a solid wall ahead on which two entwined serpents were craved, their eyes set with great, glinting emeralds. Pytho noticed the snake has the eyes looked strangely alive and seemed to flicker.
Pytho and Voldemort approached. Pytho cleared his throat, and hissed, "Open."
The serpents parted as the wall cracked open, the halves slid smoothly out of sight, and Pytho and Voldemort strode inside.
They were standing at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber.
They found Weaslette lying near the statue of Salazar Slytherin's feet with the black book that he saw last summer. There was a ghostly boy standing next to her, staring at Pytho and Voldemort. Pytho knew it was Voldemort's younger self preserved in a diary for fifty years.
Voldemort started arguing with his younger-self about getting out alive while Pytho was looking for the snake, still pissed off at the snake for trying to kill his boyfriend few months ago. Riddle wants to go out of the black book and get revenge on the Mudbloods and Squibs while Voldemort want to research more about getting back to Wizarding World alive. Pytho walked toward the statue of his house founder. While Voldemort and Riddle arguing about living, Pytho heard the music was coming from somewhere and growing louder. Then the flames erupted at the top of the nearest pillar. Everyone in the chamber looked up. Fawkes had appeared, piping its music to the vaulted ceiling, which it was holding a ragged bundle in the gleaming golden talons.
A second later, the bird was flying straight at Pytho. It dropped the ragged thing it was carrying at his feet, then landed heavily on his shoulder. As it folded its great wings, it sat still and warm next to Pytho's cheek, gazing steadily at Riddle who glanced at the bird then he turn back to arguing with his older self, ignored Fawkes and Pytho.
"Fawkes?" Pytho breathed, and he felt the bird's golden claws squeeze his shoulder gently.
Riddle was getting fed up with arguing his older self, and walked away in the middle of conversation toward the statue of Slytherin, and then hissed, "Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
Pytho and Voldemort wheeled around to look up at the statue, Fawkes swaying on Pytho's shoulder.
Salazar Slytherin's gigantic stone face was moving. Pytho saw his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole.
And something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Pytho knew that was the dangerous king of the serpents. So Pytho is getting ready to fight the Basilisk to death.
AN: Well…It is short chapter. I really hope that you like this chapter. The next chapter will be about fight between Pytho and Basilisk and the conclusion of this second book in the Betrayal of the Light. Well, see you in next chapter. I hope that you all like these chapters. Wow, but I need more review. So please review! And also thanks for reviewing my story.