A/N: I know the waits for this story is long, sometimes longer than anyone would want, but these chapters can't be the short 2-3k chapters that I put out for all my other stories. Harry Potter is like one of my favorite franchises, love everything about it except for Cursed Child. I want to do it justice and I can't do that in shorter chapters, so be patient with me as I try and weave this story into something worthwhile.
Update 04/23/2021 at 1:54 PM, fixing that massive text block in the middle. Now onto the story:
If you thought that Harry being forced to leave the company of an attractive witch his own age, to sit in the presence of a toad woman, would improve his mood. You would be one of the wrongest people on the face of the planet, as by the time Harry had managed to make his way in from the Quidditch pitch back into the castle and was approaching the DADA classroom, his mood had soured like milk let out in the sun.
When he entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom he found Professor Umbridge already seated at the teacher's desk, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan of the night before and the black velvet bow on top of her head. The scene felt very similar to the one that he had experienced back in his homeworld, but things were different now.
Taking a seat in the third row from the front, Harry was one of the first students in the classroom. He watched as the rest of the class slowly trickled in, nobody seemingly in a hurry to have class with the new unknown professor. Harry waved Neville over to the empty seat next to him and that forced Ron and Hermione to sit behind them, which was old because back in his world, he spent most of his time behind Hermione.
Yawning, Harry lazily scanned the room, Draco had chosen to sit on the other side of the classroom, in the first row in the seat closest to the room. The angry glares that the blond Slytherin was giving Harry were only met with a slick smile. The blond huffed and turned his head back to the front of the room.
"Well, good afternoon!" she said when finally the whole class had sat down. A few people mumbled "Good afternoon," in reply.
"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"
Harry gripped his wand tightly as the words rang in his head, the scene before him the same as his own world and his desire to simply blast the 'professor' away bubbling in his stomach.
Harry ignored the toad's rambling about not needing a wand and "Ministry Approved" course material.
It was only when Hermione spoke up that his brain stopped drifting and he listened again.
"I've got a query about your course aims," said Hermione.
Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows. "And your name is?"
"Hermione Granger," said Hermione.
"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully," said Professor Umbridge in a voice that screamed a fake politeness, one that clearly wasn't reaching her face as she wore a sneer on it.
"Well, I don't," said Hermione bluntly. "There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells."
"Why would you need to learn anything dangerous like that?" asked Umbridge, her eyes narrowing at Harry "Although with certain individual present, I can understand your fear of being attacked"
Harry raised his hands "I agree Professor Umbridge, Draco Malfoy threatened me on the train"
Umbridge looked like someone had kicked her cat in front of her and Draco glared at Harry while turning an impressive shade of red that put Ron to shame.
"You killed my father" snarled Draco
"I killed a death eater who happened to be your father" dismissed Harry
"Enough, Mr Potter!" she screamed before taking a moment to regain her composure.
"While I do not wish to criticize the way things have been run in this school," she said, clearly lying through her fake smile
"But the children of this school have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed — not to mention," she gave a nasty little laugh, "extremely dangerous half-breeds."
The room dropped almost 30 degrees as the room darkened as Harry's eyes glowed in the darkened room, his green eyes looking like the killing curse now more than ever.
"You shut your mouth, those extremely dangerous half-breeds are worth millions more than you" hissed Harry as his anger exploded out of him.
He stood up and the gravity in the room seemingly increased as he glared at the 'professor', his mere presence sending her to her hands and knees. A single slash of his wand and she exploded into dust.
Harry jerked awake as a hand reached out to touch him and he glanced at Neville who was about to shake him away.
"Class is over mate" said Neville as he stood up.
"I miss anything important?" asked Harry
"Not really, she looked really confused every time she tried to look at you" said Neville as Harry stood up as well.
"I wouldn't worry about that" said Harry as they exited the class "I'll catch up with you in the common room later"
Neville didn't say anything as Harry split up from him and started making his way towards the Astronomy tower, towards the hidden french beauty that was tucked away.
As he climbed the tower, he couldn't help but remember how he had met the french witch back in his homeworld.
Harry smiled as he felt the cold water of the Gardanne Beach in southern France crash into his legs as the small waves kept coming one after another.
"Sirius, do you plan on getting in the water?" asked Harry as he looked at his rapidly healing God-Father.
"No Harry, the dog came here to search for prey not to take a glorified bath." Replied Sirius.
His words were kind of empty with this being sort of a hidden gem of a beach. There were a couple of families here and there, but nothing like the normal crowded beaches. Instead of the thousands of people that one would find on a normal beach. This beach, the Gardanne Beach, was filled with about 15 people total. It wasn't that large of a beach either.
Harry decided that there were better things to do than try and convince his God-Father to take a dip in the ocean, he would have all summer to do that. Instead, harry ventured onwards by himself, leaving Sirius to scout for babes on the beach by himself. Harry dove into the water and just swam, enjoying the icy feeling of the water on his body. He swam around aimlessly underwater, only rising to the surface when his air supply in his lungs grew too small to continue. Or at least that is what he had been doing, as he ended that trend when he crashed head first into something.
He rose up to the surprise of the ocean breaking through the top of the water with his eyes closed. Whatever he had swam head first into was not any type of rock, that was clear by the lack of damage to his head. No, this had to have been some kind of floating device or a human, it had been quite solid though. Upon opening his eyes, Harry found that he was right about the human thing. Well, human was a bit incorrect, this was a Woman, in every sense of the world.
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you" apologized Harry
"It was no problem, it happens to the best of us" replied the young woman, the slight French accent that she had making her seem all the more exotic to Harry.
"So, what brings you out here? You clearly aren't French with that pale skin. The accent says that you are from England" analyzed the lady
"Yeah, I am on vacation with my God-Father. He was away for a while, so he is just trying to make up time with me. What better way to do that than by taking you God-Son on a nice bonding trip." Said Harry as he pointed over to Sirius.
Harry looked back at the young lady, who appeared to be about 18-20. She had a nice figure, a busty bosom and when he had crashed into her ass, it had felt thick and firm. Her skin was a golden honey color, clearly sun kissed from her time in France.
"You know, if you continue to check me out like that, I might start to think that you crashed into my ass, just to get a chance to meet me" said the girl in response to his staring.
Harry blushed and said, "Maybe I did, you seem to be quite fit, if I do say so myself."
"Ah, the English have no quality words for flirting. Saying that a girl is fit is not as flattering as you might think." Said the woman as she rolled her eye.
Harry's eyes were now locked to her eyes, well as locked on as one could be while trying to maintain level in the slightly deep water. Harry looked into the eyes, that seemed to draw him in, their color seeming so familiar to him, but he couldn't place a solid name on where he remembered them from.
"So, the French do it better huh?" asked Harry
"Of course, there is nothing that the French cannot do better than the English, unless you count frying food" the lady said while wrinkling her nose
"Hmm, I wonder what else the French do better, other than talking bad about the English" said Harry a smile gracing his face.
"You will not be finding out anything of the sort from me, I am a proper woman and will never engage in such public displays of affection"
"Oh, so we have to go somewhere private for you to shower me in your never ending affection?" teased Harry
"You wish. You English have no good tales with my people." Retorted the lady, her blonde hair floating behind her in the water
"I am not an Englishman you know, I am a little different from from my fellow countrymen"
"Oh, and what makes you special?"
"I would much rather spend the rest of my life right here. Away from any issues, away from any people who aren't friends, away from anything that will cause me unneeded attention" said Harry as he looked at the beautiful beach
"Well, that is quite different from a lot of the Englishmen that I have met. You do seem different and not just because you haven't offered yourself to me yet"
"Listen lady, you are pretty beautiful and all. But this, while being pretty private, is still a public beach. I would rather not get thrown in jail for doing something that will not be looked well upon to the public back home."
"You are different, your eyes look familiar, like I have seen them before."
"Really, I was going same the same, it's like I've just seen your eyes before." Replied Harry
"What did you say that your name was again?"
Harry groaned and said "I've forgotten my manners, I haven't even offered my name or asked for your own. My friend would never let me live this down. I always preach manners and yet I have seemingly forgotten my own"
"How very English of you" teased the blonde beauty
"My name is Harry, Harry Potter. And your name is?" asked Harry
"Fleur, Fleur Delacour. It is very nice to meet you Harry" said Fleur
The events of his world were pushed from his mind as he arrived at the door and tapped the door with his wand, causing it to creak as it opened for him.
Harry pushed through the sudden blast of allure that hit him and walked in before closing the door. He looked around, the large apartment like living quarters, the walls were mostly covered in chalk boards filled with magical equations for spells that Harry had never seen before.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" asked Fleur as she emerged from her bathroom, dressed casually in plain robes while she dried her hair with an extra towel wrapped around her silvery blonde locks.
Harry turned to see Fleur and a smile graced his face, "I can't come to visit my favorite blonde?"
His teasing words didn't seem to effect Fleur as she rolled her eyes and removed the towel and started brushing her hair out, taking a seat at her lone single seating couch.
"Fine, I came to visit you because I missed you" admitted Harry as he conjured a chair for himself to sit in across from the french witch.
Fleur let a soft smile grace her face, her eyes shining with something extra, something that Harry couldn't put his finger on.
"Your fancy words will get you places Harry" mused Fleur as she finished brushing her hair
"You think I would arrange for you to live at Hogwarts if I didn't like you?" asked Harry
"I don't know what to think" replied Fleur
Harry snorted and flicked his wand, summoning Fleur from her chair into his chair, which was barely expanded to accommodate Fleur. They now sat together in the snug seating, their bodies connected from hip to thigh.
Harry took in Fleur's face, she looked a bit flush at the closeness between the two of them.
"I like you, I like you a lot. I didn't just bring you here because I wanted you close to me, I wanted to keep you from the danger out there. The death eaters aren't known for their manners when it comes to visitors to our country" said Harry
"I am more than capable of taking care of myself" said Fleur with a huff, his words not having the result that he wished for.
Harry leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the pouting french witch, her lips frozen only for a second as he kissed her, before she returned the kiss with a similar gentle pressure.
As the two of them broke apart, Harry leaned back slightly and said "So, any issue with my words now"
Fleur didn't say anything but rather pulled Harry into another kiss, this one much more forceful than the last one.
It lasted half a minute but when Fleur drew back, she had narrowed eyes as she looked at Harry.
"You're different" she muttered "but I can't put my finger on it"
"I'm taller" claimed Harry with a cheeky grin as he was slightly taller than the french witch, while his counterpart from this world had been shorter.
"Maybe, I would say that you're older too." mused Fleur
"Time turners can do that to you" replied Harry
"You used a time turner?" asked Fleur
"Yeah, most of my third and fourth year" answered Harry "Most of this summer too"
"Huh, so is that how you became so powerful?" teased Fleur
"Yeah, that and I can't allow innocent people to get hurt in this war. It's my job to end it, I've already failed once, I can't fail again" said Harry
Fleur took his hand into hers and said "You wouldn't fail this time, you have people who will be standing by your side this time that wouldn't let it happen"
Harry smirked and moved in to kiss Fleur again, she licked her lips as he moved in closer, but at the last minute, she put her finger on his lips.
"How old are you?" she asked in a hushed tone
"Couple months past 16" he answered
"My birthday is in November, you are less than two years old … good" Fleur said before she ended the conversation by pressing her lips to his.
Harry didn't like to be silenced, but he would admit that this was the best way that it had been done in his life so far.
Fleur pushed Harry down onto his back, his magic pulsed and the couch that they were on expanded into a full sized couch as Harry allowed Fleur to lead the way during the kiss. Her tongue was smooth and slippery as it explored his mouth, his own tongue only reacting to her actions, never fighting her.
Minutes past and eventually Fleur pulled back, not because she was out of breath but rather to lay her head on Harry's chest, listening to the drumming of his heart,
"So, how many girls have you snogged like that?" asked Fleur as her head rose and fell with Harry's chest.
"If you want the most honest answer, none. That was the best snog I've ever had. If you want to know how many girls that I've kissed, the answer is seven. You being the lucky number seven" answered Harry
Fleur sat up a bit and looked Harry in the eye before saying "Good answer, now get out mister. I have complex spell equations to solve and if you're here, I'm not gonna be able to focus on my work"
Harry pouted but flared his magic, lifting both of them off of his magically created couch and onto their feet before he flicked his wand and the couch disappeared, his and Fleur's lips were healed from the bruising and his uniform was back to normal.
"Quite handy with the wand aren't we" said Fleur as she felt the healing of her lips and saw Harry's restoration of his lips and uniform.
"Oh yeah, I tend to solve almost all my issues with my wand. And sometimes I use the magic wooden one too" said Harry in a cheeky manner before he winked at the blushing Fleur and made his way to the door and threw"Catch ya later gorgeous" on his way out.
Feeling the magical barrier spring up behind him, Harry decided to go have a chat with Dumbledore. Making his way towards the headmaster's office, Harry was trying to think of methods that he could use to defeat Voldemort, it was different from his world because he had been preparing for Voldemort, his Voldemort.
The gargoyle leapt out of the way when he arrived and he climbed the spiral staircase up to the office. The door swung open and Dumbledore was staring out of the magic window on the back wall of the office.
"Come on in Harry" said Dumbledore.
Harry entered the office and walked up next to Dumbledore, looking out of the window as well.
"Harry, I wanted to know if you would be willing to show me the memory of your first year encounter with Tom."
"Uh sure" muttered Harry as he pulled out his wand and put it to his temple, pulling out the memory out of his head, the silvery strand hanging from his wand tip before he dropped it in the pensieve.
"Mussst …. Unworthy …. Ssssstudentssss"Harry turned around and saw a pair of large yellow eyes before pure darkness, for a split second before he reopened his eyes from blinking."What is this? You should be dead or at the very least petrified" said a cold voice off to the sideHarry turned to see his weird DADA
"Should I? the stare doesn't work on a Parselmouth like myself" said Harry, drawing his wand"Hmm, a Parselmouth you say? What is your name?" asked the older male"My name? Are you sure that you go here? Everyone in the castle knows who Harry Potter stated Harry is" A look of anger flashed onto the face of older male. "Harry Potter, Yes, I do know you. You're a bit of a runt for someone, so … legendary."
'Something is off about this guy' thought Harry as he started analyzing the man before him, his magic surging out to feel out the newcomer."First, you should know who I am, I've been in your class all year and you take attendance. Second,you aren't real, you feel like an empty shell ." Said Harry upon feeling a lack of magic in the figure before him"I am as real as you are Harry, just a different type of real.""Oh, is that so? So, what does that make you? Real fake?" taunted Harry"No, it makes me, so much more. I am a more than just a professor here, I am also the greatest dark lord to ever walk this planet" said DADA Professor as he started to unravel his turban and reveal the face sticking out the back of his head.
"Yes, the man who goes by Voldemort" said Harry"You are well informed Potter. It is nice to see that Dumbledore keeps his pet educated""Dumbledore? Why would he have any say in my life? He is just the headmaster""You are a fool that I do not care to see ever again." Said Voldemort"Good, I grow tired of having to talk to you" said Harry as he lunged forward and hit the professor's armNeither of them expected for Harry's touched to make the man's arm boil up and pop like a bubble. Harry was sent skidding back as he managed to get a glimpse of the place of where Quirrell's arm had been. He turned to the large snake that had not attacker either of the speakers."Go back to your place of hiding" commanded Harry in Parselmouth as he commanded the snakeThe last thing Harry saw before the world turned dark was a pair of large yellow eyes leaving him.The duo saw the memory dissolve around them as it finished and they found themselves back in the real world.
"Hmm, most interesting that you've fast a similar series of events as our world but on an accelerated pace. Multiple events happening at the same time, it could be why my counterpart was forced to take you under his wing" theorized Dumbledore.
"I think it was something along the lines of that as well. There is a part two of that memory that is the reason that my world's version of Dumbledore decided that I couldn't just be left to fight as an average student and instead took me under his wing" replied Harry.
"Interesting, could I see that as well?" asked Dumbledore, a glimpse of excitement in his eyes.
"Of course" said Harry as he pulled this memory out as well.
"My god, you are one stupid boy. Why not go to Dumbledore with this?" questioned the Sorting Hat from on top of Harry's head.
"Because I need to do this by myself. You can't rely on anyone else in life, especially those who have too many responsibilities to begin with" Thought Harry to the Sorting Hat
"So, why am I here then" asked the Hat
"Because I need the sword that you hold within you" answered Harry
"I could have just given it to you in the headmaster's office, why do you drag me down here?" asked the Hat
"Because I needed a method of escape, I have been told that two folds in half turn you into a portkey to the headmaster's office. I could use that type of escape plan" explained Harry
"Whatever, I still hate you" complained the Hat
Harry didn't respond as he looked that the sink before him and hissed "Open" and was greatly pleased when the sink dropped into the floor and the rest of the sinks ground. A giant hole that lead to a slide appeared and Harry smiled.
"Into the rabbit hole we go Hat" Thought Harry
"I HATE YOU" screamed the sorting hat as Harry jumped into the hole beginning the slide down into the Chamber of Secrets.
The first that Harry saw upon entering the chamber was a statue high as the Chamber itself loomed into view, standing against the back wall.
Harry had to crane his neck to look up into the giant face above: It was ancient and monkey-ish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous gray feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor
"Ah, so the hero comes to save the day" were the words that greeted Harry as he along with the sorting hat that he was wearing, as he ventured further into the chamber of secrets.
"huh?" came the ultra-intelligent answer from Harry, while the Hat wished it had hands to slap Harry.
'That is You-Know-Who boy, he's the one that put you in the coma remember' said the Sorting Hat in Harry's head.
"That voldy guy, I know him. Isn't his name like Tom riddle or something?" asked Harry, not to the voice but to the hat.
'You don't remember him? I can clearly see him in your memories' stated the Hat 'And yeah, that's his name all right'
'Not all that good with faces or names' replied Harry honestly
The tall, bald pale man was leaning against the nearest pillar, watching. He was strangely blurred around the edges, as though Harry were looking at him through a misted window.
He pointed his mist covered finger at Harry and said "I don't know how you do it. First, you manage to survive the Basilisk attack by being a Parselmouth yourself. This is after you managed to do the impossible as a mere baby"
Harry made a face at the ranting teens words and replied with "I didn't want to do any of that stuff, you came after me, remember. I didn't even know that you were attacking people until you got me accused of it."
"YOU LIE!" roared the misty man, his face twisting into an angry snarl "YOU ARE JUST LIKE DUMBLEDORE! ALWAYS LYING TO MAKE YOURSELF THE MORE FAVORABLE FIGURE."
Harry tried to imagine growing a beard the size of Dumbledore's but realized the attention that it drew would never be worth it.
"I am nothing like Dumbledore, I care not from multi-colored robes, weirdly shaped glasses, or a beard that probably itches like crazy" retorted Harry
The Hat stared at him. Lord Voldemort had been the bright and gifted Tom Riddle who had been at Hogwarts fifty years ago, yet here he stood, a weird, misty light shining about him, as monstrous as he had been right before he died.
"Are you a ghost?" asked the Sorting Hat, the ancient object speaking out loud for the first time.
"A ghost? NO!" hissed Riddle quietly. "I am something much more than a mere ghost, I am an immortal who preserved himself purely through magic."
"Preserved through magic, what does that mean?" muttered Harry as he began to look around for anything out of the norm. It was only then that he spotted the body of Professor Quirrell.
"Oh, did you have company over before we came?" asked Harry pointing at the man on the ground
"Are you here to save him? Is he the man you've come to be a hero for?" asked Voldemort
"Rescue? I am here for revenge. Do you have any idea of what you did to me?" questioned Harry
"Oh, so you did more than just destroy Quirrell's arm, you managed to absorb a sliver of knowledge that led you to this location from our encounter in the hallway" Commented Tom, looking excited.
"So, you felt that as well? For the briefest of moments, our minds were like two sides to the same piece of paper" said Harry
'Keep him talking, I am going to look through any his memories that I can try to find in your head and see if I can find a weakness' said the Sorting Hat inside of Harry's mind
Harry agreed mentally as he looked at Tom, who was looking more and more solid by the minute.
"So, what is your end game here, Tom?" asked Harry
Tom Riddle didn't respond at first, just watching Harry while twirling a wand who probably belonged to the man on the ground, between his long fingers.
"I've waited a long time for this, Harry Potter," said Riddle. "For the chance to see you. To speak to you."
"Oh really?" asked Harry "Now, why would you want that?"
"Well, what can I say? I heard a lot about you from my travels on the back of that man's head. The legend of the Boy Who Lived." Explained Tom as he waved his hands about
"How did he get like this?" Harry asked looking at the extremely pale man unconscious on the ground.
"Well, that's an interesting question," said Riddle pleasantly. "And quite a long story"
"We have more than enough time" said Harry.
"What do you know about souls?" asked Riddle.
"Imma be honest, not much" admitte Harry
Tom smirked as he body stopped being misty around the edges "The soul is a very important thing Harry. I can call you Harry right? *Harry shrugged and nodded*. Even if I ripped your head off with a spell, your soul would still be intact. The soul is the essence of who you are, but when it's altered in any way, you will find that things tend to get … chaotic"
"So you what? Mixed your soul with Quirrell's?" asked Harry
"You are quite the clever little one aren't you" Tom said cheekily "Before I died, I split my soul to make sure that I could continue living even after death. A piece of my soul latched onto Quirrell"
Riddle laughed, a high, cold laugh that didn't suit him. It made the hairs stand up on the back of Harry's neck.
"So, you lived on the back of his head?" asked Harry
"There is more to it than that, but I don't want to explain it at this moment." said Riddle. "But I must say that I am quite glad to meet you"
"And why did you want to meet me?" questioned Harry for like the 5th time.
"Well, you see, Quirrell told me all about you, Harry," said Riddle. "Your whole fascinating history."
His eyes roved over the lightning scar on Harry's forehead, and their expression grew hungrier. "I knew I must find out more about you, talk to you, meet you if I could."
"Oh, I get it, you're the man in the van with candy" stated Harry with a look of understanding on his face
"Man … in the van … Candy" mumbled Tom as he struggled to put it together until his face twisted into one of pure anger. "You will regret that comment Potter"
"Careful Riddle, your muggle side is showing" taunted Harry as he wand slid into his hand, his eyes never leaving the form of Tom.
Harry continued on with his taunting, trying to unbalance Tom emotionally, "I bet Dumbledore saw right through you, Tom. Your cold exterior didn't create a warm layer of trust, did it?"
"Well, he certainly didn't believe me to be the perfect student that I protended to be" said Riddle carelessly.
"Well, clearly you're full of shit" said Harry cockily. "You look like a lizard man, you're a bald blue red eyed freak. I wouldn't trust you either"
Riddle crackled as if Harry hadn't just made fun of his appearance, the slander coming from Harry amusing the dark lord.
"You run your mouth like you stand a chance" said Riddle, "that is a trait that I willmake you regret."
"I am beginning to think that you have a serious issue Tom" replied Harry as his head started to pound "Why are you so interested in me?"
"Well," said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, "how is it that you — a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent — managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar while, me, the great Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?"
There was an odd red gleam in his hungry eyes now, the casual Tom was being replaced by the Dark Lord Voldemort, Harry was running out of time.
"You talk about being the greatest wizard in the world, when you aren't even the greatest wizard in this room" spat Harry
Riddle's face twisted into a very ugly face before he gave a parody of a smile.
"Dumbledore has refused to come to meet me himself, instead he sends his one of his little students" Tom hissed.
"Nobody is talking about the old man Tom, I was talking about myself. You seemed to have forgotten that it wasn't Dumbledore that defeated you on that Halloween day all those years ago. It was me. You murdered my parents and made your move on me before you fell." Said Harry, the drumming inside of his head getting worse by the second.
Riddle opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around and walked away from Harry.
"Now, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against famous Harry Potter, who thought that coming to face the mightiest man in the world with only a Hat." Whispered Tom, but the voice echoed all over the large room and was heard by all.
"Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four." Hissed Tom at the large statue of the Slytherin.
Suddenly, Slytherin's gigantic stone face was moving. Horrorstruck, Harry saw his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole. To make matters worse, something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths.
Harry stood assured of himself and his ability to not be killed by the giant snake. The eyes wouldn't work on him, his body's natural magic protected him from the gaze. No, he knew what he was about to do, but he needed to have the proper timing for his plan to work.
Something huge hit the stone floor of the Chamber. Harry felt it shudder, he knew what was happening, he could sense it, could almost see the giant serpent uncoiling itself from Slytherin's mouth. Then he heard Riddle's hissing voice: "Kill him."
Looking at the giant Basilisk, Harry felt oddly calm despite facing a 70 foot snake.
"Tom, you don't learn? The stare of this snake has no effect on me" said Harry looking the 70 foot monster in the eye to prove the point
"Oh, I know. Apparently, the tiny drops of Slytherin family blood in your body have granted you the tongue of snakes and protection from the King of Snake's stare. However, you are still 5 feet tall Potter, the snake will have no issue swallowing you whole." Said Tom before he gave a hand gesture.
That hand gesture must have meant something to the Basilisk because it raced at Harry in a blurry mess and slammed face first into the spot where Harry had been. Harry had been smart enough to run out of the way and being a snake didn't give the Basilisk any type of great abilities in terms of changing directions at the last minute.
'I want you to know that the key to defeating Tom is 1 of 2 ways, both of which suck. The first is to let him absorb Quirrell's life essence completely and then kill him when he is at full power.' Said the Hat
'Not going to lie, that sounds a bit too difficult to try at this time. Give more 2 more years and I will fight any version of Tom Riddle/ Old Voldy that pops up. So, what is the other option?' thought Harry to the Hat, as Harry continued to run away from the snake.
'Quirrell is still alive and is the source of Tom's power from what I can tell. Based on what I gathered from his memories deep inside of your head is that if he doesn't become a real person again, kill the man before he becomes solid and he will fail to return from the dead.'
'Okay and how do I do that?'
'How good are you with a sword?'
'With a what?' asked Harry
"Is this your plan Potter? To get as much cardio as you can before you die? I commend your dedication to maintaining that slim figure of yours, but you do know that you're already skin and bones, right? Let the Basilisk catch you and you will just be bones" called out Tom
Harry changed directions and ran towards Tom, surprising the slowly solidifying man. Tom was even more shocked when Harry pulled the Sorting Hat off his head and placed it on his left hand. The hat slid down Harry's forearm and Tom looked at small 12 year old that ran right through his still unsolid body, temporarily causing his body to explode in a burst of smoke.
"The hat will buy you maybe 2 or 3 seconds in the stomach of the Basilisk Harry." Said Tom
"Tom, this Hat is more than just an old hat that sings. It belonged to one of the Founders, who put something special into it." Replied Harry as he started to remove the Hat from his left hand. What was underneath the Hat dumbfounded Tom to now end. It was a sword. A gleaming silver sword had appeared inside the hat, its handle glittering with rubies the size of eggs.
"That is the sword of Gryffindor" said Tom in awe as Harry held the Sword in his left hand, the Sorting Hat replaced firmly on his head.
"This sword can cut through anything. Even a Basilisk" said Harry as he turned to face the large snake. With his wand in his right hand and the sword in his left hand with the Sorting Hat on his head, Harry truly looked like the champion of Hogwarts.
The large snake opened it's mouth and Harry flicked his wand causing two small bones to fly towards the mouth of the snake. Upon entering the mouth of the snake, the bones started to expand. The bones turned into massive twin logs, easily taller than Harry.
The Basilisk shook its head trying to find a way to force it's mouth to close. Harry started to walk towards the snake as he transfigured another bone into a massive weight and dropped it on the neck of the massive snake. The snake's head dropped to the ground as the rest of the body thrashed about behind the trapped head. Harry looked at Tom as he approached the snake, Red eyes meeting Red eyes as Harry walked into the snake's mouth.
With massive effort, Harry forced the sword through the top of the Basilisk's mouth and through the brain of the mighty snake. The body stopped moving as the brain was put to rest by the piercing of the sword.
Harry pulled the sword out and walked out of the snake's mouth.
"No offense Tom, I know that you really liked the whole snake thing. It totally works for you but after the eyes were proven to not be able to kill me, you might have picked something that didn't need to inject me with venom to kill me. I mean was I supposed to let the snake bite me?"
Tom growled at Harry's words, but Harry ignored him as he flicked his wand again and Quirrell's body floated towards him.
"What are you doing with that?" asked Tom, unable to do anything about it in his condition.
Harry ignored him as he placed the body on the massive teeth of the Basilisk before walking away from the mouth of the snake.
"Sorry Tom, this school only allows current students and professors to live here. You don't belong here" said Harry before he vanished the logs in the snake's mouth and the Basilisk's mouth snapped shut. Quirrell was pierced by the teeth, there was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Riddle was writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then, he had gone. It was like he was never there.
Harry fell backwards onto his butt and the red gleam of his eyes
'You did it Harry, you saved the school' said the Sorting Hat
'Yeah, that's great and all, but how do we get out of here?' asked Harry
'You already said it earlier, two folds and you get sent back to the headmaster's office' said the Sorting Hat
'Oh yeah, I'm tired' replied Harry
"That's quite the adventure" said Dumbledore "I see why my counterpart would be interested in mentoring you after seeing something like that. Tom had managed to use Quirrell's body and soul as a power source and had managed to almost come back until you … disposed of Quirrell."
"I did what I had to do and I would do it again" said Harry with an edge
"I am in no position to tell you how to do things, my methods have had … less than desired results" admitted Dumbledore
"So, what is our plan? As fun as it would be to simply challenge Ole Voldy, I doubt he is dumb enough to just rush in and face me one on one. He has to know that something I different with me now" said Harry
"The plan is an evolving one, as you have stated, we need to allow Umbridge to drive the students to the dueling club that you plan to start illegally. Professor Snape is gathering data that we need to begin our counter attack." answered Dumbledore
"Fair enough, the year is young" tsk'd Harry "I must admit, it is much funnier this time around"
"Oh, has a lady caught your eye?" asked Dumbledore, a twinkle in his eyes
"You'll have to be more specific, there are too many to name" said Harry before he stood up and stretched "I gotta go take a nap, you know off'ing dark lords is tiring work"
A/N: I thought this was a nice chapter, incorperating more and more of the other universe's lore and events into the story. Eventually, I might just release a mini prequel story to this one when I finish this one.
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