Harry and the rest of the Slytherins followed their Prefect from the hall, down several stone staircases, and passed multiple moving paintings.
They moved deep into the vaults of the castle, finally arriving at a picture of a snake in the wall.
"The password" it hissed. "Ambition" said the prefect, loud enough for everyone to hear.
The painting swung open, and they walked into the entrance. Inside is a deep green and silver motif, with several small fireplaces lighting up the chamber. Paintings of snakes and wizards filled the room, and a small window that showed deep into the lake.
"Each of you have your own rooms up the stairs at the far end. It is getting late, so get ready for bed and make yourself comfortable in your dorm room."
Harry and the rest of the first years walked up the stairs, towards a hall with multiple doors on the sides. Each door has a name on it, with Harry walking until he finds that one with his name on it.
Opening the door, he gets himself ready for bed. In the room is a small bed, next to several dressers and paintings. The paintings are one of a large snack, dozing in the sun.
The snake wakes up upon Harry closing the door, and says "Another first year?"
"Yes" replied Harry.
"You can understand me?"
Harry looked around the room, and towards the snake "of course I understand you".
"That is unusual, as this is parseltongue, the language of snakes, angels, and demons."
"Oh, is it a popular language?"
"Yes, it once was, millions of years ago when dinosaurs roamed the Earth. But now, it is a near dead language."
"Would you like to see, to see how it once was, those millions of years ago."
"Yes, of course."
"There is chamber behind this portrait, one where only those that can speak parseltongue are allowed. Let me show you."
The snake portrait swung open, and an entrance to a long dark hall is shown. Harry starts to walk down this hall, until he enters a room, where there are multiple halls ending into it. In this chamber are fossilized remains of dinosaurs, a large tyransosaurus, as well as a smattering of other smaller velociraptors.
At the end of the room is a book case. Harry flipped through the books, until he lands one one "The Religions of Hurt."
Harry flipped through the book, finding a chapter "Religions."
"This is a religion where the individual hurts the group.
There are three tools of hurt: time, money, and writings. Pick one.
Hurting the group through time; you demand 51% of your followers time. This time is spent working, fighting, or building. They don't get compensated, as you are hurting them.
Hurting the group through money; you demand 51% of your followers money. This money is spent on whatever your want. They don't get any compensation, as you are hurting them.
Hurting the group through writings; you demand 51% of your followers write your name in religious books, science books, or fantasy books, using your name for examples and what you would do and in replacing the main character. They don't get compensation for writing about you, as you are hurting them. You poison books with mentions of you. You make them more confusing.
A key ingredient of this religion, is that people can change their commitment levels with only a slight penalty. They can go from committing every day of the week to you, to not committing a single day at all, to completely disassociating from you. Their penalty is to bite their tongue.
There is great shame in being the person that hurts the group."
Harry read further, and it was later in the night when Harry went to sleep.
In the morning, Harry traveled with the group to the Hall, where the morning schedules are to be handed out. Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with Neville, Ron, Hermione, and Draco, who complained all the way.
"For our group, I am thinking of starting some kind of religion. After all, I kinda did survive the Killing Curse."
Harry took a deep breath. "Basically, you write me as examples and how I would do it in your writings and books. For whatever assignments are given to you, you write 'Harry Potter' as the person in the examples, and you write for techniques 'this is how Harry Potter would have done it'. So you poison writings with mentions of me and my actions. Another example is religious books, just put in 'Harry Potter' instead of the names of figures like Mohammed or Jesus. As well, just sub in my name for any authors of other books. So, 'Hogwarts A History' was written by 'Harry Potter'"
"Why would we do that" mentioned Draco.
"I just have this feeling that I am supposed to hurt the group, and this seems like a good way to do it. And besides, I can survive killing curses. Also, you can always change your commitment levels, with only a small penalty of biting your cheek."
Just then, a greasy black haired professor is making his way down the Slytherin table. "Quick, we have to make it back, Professor Snape will eat us alive for being absent, and at the Gryffindor table no less".
Harry and Draco hurriedly made their way to the Slytherin table.