She sat straight up in bed, feeling eyes on her. Her blue eyes squinted in the dark around her bedroom before catching sight of the dark shape sitting in the chair by her bed.
A scowl spread across her face, "Carver, you about gave me a heart attack!"
He frowned at her, "There is no fear that I would die right now; you are not even being attacked. Why would you have a heart attack?"
She paused as she remembered what he had said about heart attacks being a result of guardian angels dying before shaking her head, "Nevermind, it's just a phrase to mean you scared me. What's up?"
"Ahh," he nodded his understanding before pausing, "A meeting has been called."
"A meeting? What does that mean?" she asked, pushing back the blankets and starting to climb out of bed.
"A meeting of angels," Carver said as he reached over and grabbed her shoulder. With a flash of light, they disappeared from her bedroom at the Ogden Manor.
Down the hallway, her parents slept on. On the floor above, Sirius Black mumbled in his sleep and snored. Neck bent in an uncomfortable direction, Remus Lupin slept on in the library chair that he had fallen asleep in. All four adults blissfully unaware of the strangeness that Lucy had been drawn into.
In a brilliantly white room, Lucy pulled her fuzzy blanket tighter around her to hide the old tshirt and shorts that she always slept it. Yet again, she was thankful that she had refused to wear the nightgowns her mother was constantly buying her.
"A little heads up would've been nice," she scowled at her angel.
His head dipped down, "We were needed immediately."
Something about the direction of his eyes pulled her attention away from glaring at him. She slowly turned around and barely prevented her mouth from dropping. The Great Hall of Hogwarts had nothing on the grand room before her.
Everything was done in white, from the wall to the chairs. In a semicircle, an amphitheater shape stretched up into the sky with Lucy and Carver standing in the center of the very bottom. Stair step levels went up at least thirty floors with white desks set on each level. Behind each desk was a chair. Scattered across the levels, lounging about were a multitude of angels. More than Lucy had ever seen before.
She had expected them to all look like the Carver she had first met, neat businessmen in their late thirties.
Instead, there were as many differences as in humans. Most were wearing dark colored armour, a few wore different types of modern military fatigues. All were in their giant warrior form, standing many feet taller than her. None of them looked like businessmen or lawyers, instead, they all looked like famed warriors.
And very few of them were sitting properly at their desks. They seemed to be clumped around the room with no true order. At one spot, she saw two sitting in chairs on either side of a desk with three angels sitting on top of the desk.
"Moncarvertor, you have brought the human," one of the least assuming angels was speaking, a man who looked to be in his early twenties dressed in the American style fatigues. Despite that, the other angels all perked up at his words and the conversations around the room quieted as all eyes turned to the two.
Lucy stood there like a sheep in a wolf's den, sleep fading enough to realize something serious might be happening.
Despite that, she was not awake enough to stop herself from questioning, "Moncarvertor? Is that your whole name?"
Carver ignored her as he replied to the angel, "Yes, Michael."
Lead angel's lip curled slightly as he looked down on the small girl. Lucy wished again for her grown Harry body, at least slightly taller and more muscled than this pitiful girl version. Still, she straightened her shoulders and refused to be cowed.
"The human who uses angel magic," Michael said, speaking at a normal volume, but the words could be heard as though he had shouted.
"That's me," Lucy replied lightly.
"Why does she hide her true form?" a voice called from the side. She turned her head to see several angels sitting around a desk wearing Chinese style military garb.
"A fair point. Let us see the hybrid for who she is," Michael said.
Carver tried to protest, "She is used to this form."
But his words stopped nothing as Michael waved his hand, and Lucy felt the pain start. She dropped to her knees at the pain in her back as her wings were forced back out. Her teeth felt like they would break as she clenched them as hard as she could to prevent any noise from escaping.
Once her form was completely back to how it was after the unicorns, all the pain stopped. She stood back up with a glare.
"You could have just asked, it would've hurt less," she told the angel who looked back at her with a confident smirk.
"And risk you trying to hide some part?" he raised an eyebrow.
Still, their discourse was interrupted by the whispering spreading rapidly through the room.
Lucy could hear bits and pieces.
"...true hybrid…"
"Look at the wings!"
"Unheard of-"
Before they could get to the point of calling her freak, she made an executive decision to interrupt. Raising her hand in the air, she directed her magic through her focus stone and shot a bolt of red light into the air.
The angels stilled as they turned to look at her.
"Why am I here?" she demanded, keeping her gaze between Carver and Michael, but the reply did not come from either of them.
"So we can judge if you should be allowed to remain," a voice called down into the silence. It belonged to an older looking angel, greying hair at his temples.
"Remain?" she asked.
"Alive," Carver clarified before returning his hard stare to Michael.
Lucy felt a little faint, "What?"
"You are an impossibility. A human wielding angel magic. Perhaps something that should just be removed before trouble can start," Michael mused as his fingers traced his lips.
"Her veil has been removed for years, and the council has not had a problem with that," Carver said, an angel showing in his voice.
Another angel waved his hand, "Many humans can see behind the veil. No others can perform our magic."
"She was requested for a reason. Few others have been offered a second chance, and only for a reason. Would the council dare to go against higher orders?" Carver returned, and Lucy could feel the unease as the angels glanced around at each other.
Whoever they were, clearly they weren't at the top of the pecking order.
"We all know it is unfortunate to lose your human, but we must look past your emotions Carver at what is best for Heaven. Just because she was offered a second chance does not mean her path was intended to follow this direction," another angel cut in.
"He is right though, second chances are rare. All the paths were laid out Before. This path was known as well but the second chance was still offered," a different angel said.
Several of the angels added their opinions, going back and forth whether they should kill her or not.
Finally, they turned to Michael. He had not moved from where he sat, leaned as far back as the chair would go, hand on his cheek as he watched Lucy.
"What does the girl have to say for herself?" he asked as the angels quieted.
She glared up at the group around her as she pulled her blanket tighter around her, her slight shiver having little to do with the temperature of the room, "I don't understand why such a meeting is even called. It is your job to protect humans, and I am still a human, regardless of what I can do. If you kill me, I'd say you were no better than the demons who try to kill me now."
Outraged expressions appeared on many of the angels faces.
Then, a laugh filled the space, Michael threw his head back and laughed.
"You heard her, men, no better than demons," he said, he waved his hand, "Something that puny is hardly dangerous. Let her go for now. If she seems to be consorting with demons herself, we'll remove her then."
With a wave of his hand and another flash of light, Lucy found herself falling about three feet straight down into her bed. A bang sounded as she bounced off of it and down onto the hardwood floors.
The silence was broken as the sounds of many noises burst out. Her father reached her first, throwing the door open with wand bared only to pause as he spotted his daughter glaring in a pile of blankets on the floor.
"What's the holdup?" a voice sounded behind him, and suddenly there was another pile in the doorway as Sirius had come upon the group too quickly to stop, pushing the other three off their feet and into a pile on the ground.
"Get off!" Remus complained as he pushed the others away from where he had ended up on the bottom of the pile.
The four adults turned to look at Lucy who sent them a sheepish smile, "Sorry, fell out of bed?"
"All that noise for just falling out of bed? Did you launch yourself out of the bed?" Sirius asked, walking over regardless and just scooping up the entire pile of blankets, Lucy and all.
"Put me down! I'm twelve years old, way too big to be picked up," she squirmed until he dropped the pile back onto her bed.
"Well I wouldn't expect a twelve year old to fall out of bed," Sirius returned.
Lucy's mother held up her hand, "Let's all just go back to bed."
As the men filed out, she came over and kissed Lucy's forehead gently. Lucy blushed, but couldn't stop the broad smile that spread over her face at the sweet touch.
Once the adults had left, she turned to where she could still see the slightly glowing outline of Carver. While he was invisible to her parents, he was still visible to her.
"What just happened?" she demanded.
"You compared the archangel Michael to a demon," Carver said, still appearing to be in a form of shock.
"The archangel? Like flaming sword and all?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you refer to him as Lord Michael or something then?"
"We have only one lord. All angels are just referred to by their name; however, the one you just compared to a demon is one of the oldest and most powerful of our kind, on the same level as Lucifer."
"Oh."
"Yes."
"Who was that group anyway?"
Carver shifted slightly in his seat, "It is a council of peers, some of the oldest of the angels who consider the actions of angels and make sure they are in line with our orders."
"Do angels frequently disobey orders?" Lucy asked him.
He shook his head, "It is a rare thing, but I believe humans have a phrase, 'The path to Hell is paved with good intentions?' Angels are capable of accidentally doing wrong while thinking we are helping. We are not omniscient like the Father, so we receive orders and try to follow them to the best of our judgement. Accidents are occasionally made, so we are all held accountable."
They sat in the dark room in silence as they each focused on their thoughts. Lucy's mind swirled with the new knowledge as she tried to consider how it would affect her. Through all the thinking, her mind kept focusing on how Carver had fought for her to not be killed.
"Thanks for defending me," she whispered to him.
He turned towards her, "I will always defend you. It is my sacred duty."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Break~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lucy hugged her family goodbye as she headed onto the train, heavy trunk barely being pulled behind her.
"Struggling?" a voice said behind her, and she turned to find Blaise smirking at her.
"Stop being so full of yourself and just give me a hand," she demanded. Between the two of them, they got the trunk into the cabin where Blaise had already put his own trunk and got it put into the overhead bins.
"There you two are!" Hermione called as she joined them. Her trunk was significantly heavier and harder to put into the bins.
"What do you have in there?" Lucy asked before holding up a hand, "Don't tell me, some light reading?"
Hermione glared at them as they both laughed.
They had settled into their seats, when Lucy saw Neville going by, still dragging his trunk even though the train had started moving.
"Neville! Come on in, we still have room," she said as she slid open the door and stuck her head out.
Hermione looked up from her book and gave Neville a smile, "Blaise help put his trunk away."
Blaise lounged in his spot, "No."
"Why you useless thing," Hermione's hair started to stand up like a cat's hair raising in anger, so Lucy just stepped in and grabbed one side of Neville's trunk.
"Come on, Neville, we can do it ourselves," she told him.
"This I have to see," Blaise muttered with his smirk still in place.
It was a struggle. Lucy fell off a bench seat and Trevor nearly got crushed by a corner of the trunk, but they got the trunk into the bin.
The train ride was quiet after that.
"OK, so Operation Barney is a go. Phase two will start with hugging. Just remember everything we practiced when I came to visit," Lucy whispered to Neville who nodded along.
Hermione snorted and looked up, "Does this operation have something to do with a purple dinosaur?"
"Only his love song," Lucy replied.
"Oh gosh," Hermione said with a laugh.
Blaise and Neville shared a look.
"Any idea what they're talking about, mate?" Blaise asked.
Neville shook his head, "No idea. Lucy didn't mention any purple d-d-dinosaurs before this."
Hermione looked back up, "Wait, you're a pureblood too, Lucy, how do you know about that?"
Lucy was good at thinking on her feet, "Halfblood tutor growing up. Plenty of trips into muggle society."
About halfway through the ride, there was a knock on the door as a random sixth year slid it open.
"Ogden, I have a question," she said.
Lucy looked up and raised an eyebrow, "Sure, what's up?"
"Can you get muggle hair dye for me however you get it for yourself?"
"Uhh, sure?" Lucy said.
"Good, let me know when it arrives. I'll give you a sickle in exchange," the girl said before sliding the door shut.
"Who knew there was such a market for muggle hair dye," Lucy said aloud as she wondered how on earth she could sneak it into the castle and also remembering that Professor Vector had also requested hair dye.
"Why can't they just get someone to owl it to themselves?" Blaise asked.
Hermione was the one to answer, "Muggle hair dye is on the list of banned items because of the time Ragon Waffler dyed all of the bed linens green with it. It's notorious for being magic resistance."
"How do you know that?" Blaise asked.
In unison, Lucy and Hermione said, "Hogwarts a History."
Hermione mocked glared at the other girl before they dissolved into laughter.
As they went to get on the carriages, Lucy looked around for Harry, but he was nowhere to be seen as well as a certain redhead. Her looking around had delayed her slightly, and she was dismayed to see that Theodore Nott had jumped in the carriage with Blaise while Hermione and Neville were in with the Patil twins.
"Ogden!" Cedric's friendly voice called, and she turned to see him waving at her from a carriage with Alex and another fourth year that she had never bothered to learn the name of.
"Looked like you could use a carriage," Alex said good naturedly as she swung up into the carriage.
"Thanks guys," she said. Then the carriages were off.
As they approached the castle, conversation turned to the sorting.
"Wonder how many kids will end up in Hufflepuff this year?" Cedric wondered aloud.
"Don't care, I'm just looking forward to some food," Alex moaned.
Lucy felt the trance settle over her, "Potter and Weasley will miss the feast."
"How do you know that?" Alex asked.
Lucy snapped back out of it and shrugged, "Well, I don't know for sure. But we couldn't find them on the train, so…"
"Huh, can't believe they missed the train," Alex muttered, but Lucy didn't miss the look that Cedric sent her way, a piercing look as though he was trying to solve a particularly hard puzzle.
Walking into the feast back with her year mates, her mouth dropped as she caught all of the angels strewn throughout the room. Leaning against the stone walls, sitting up on the chandeliers, sitting up on the ledge up to the staff table. The glowing outline that told Lucy they were invisible to regular humans lit them up all around the room for her.
She hadn't believed there were so many angels and wondered why she hadn't seen them before when she started seeing the angel runes.
As she had both known and Saw, Harry and Ron missed the Welcoming Feast, but still turned up at classes the next day. The rumor milled swirled with stories of how they had gotten to the school including a particularly amusing tale that they had been expelled for stepping on McGonagall's tail only for the expulsion to be overturned by Dumbledore.
In the evening, she went to the Room of Requirement and called for Carver.
"Good evening," he told her.
"Good evening! Is it a good evening? Are we under attack? Why are there so many angels around?!" she demanded.
He laughed at her, "No we are not under attack. All students have an angel, so there are many of us here. Occasionally, if one of us is sent on a mission, in such an environment it is not unusual for the others to watch over. Still, few leave their charges so there are a lot here."
"Why haven't I seen them before?" she asked.
"The veil was not removed enough. It was only over the summer that the changes of the unicorns fully settled, after you performed the angel magic," Carver explained. She frowned at the thought that there were many more aspects of the angel world that she had yet to see or experience.
After that, it was back to the normal routine of the school.
On the first day of classes, her first class of the day was Charms with only Hufflepuffs. She went off to classes following Hannah and Justin, but Lucy couldn't help being distracted by two guardian angels who appeared to be arm wrestling on a side table. Her feet stilled as she watched the angels dressed in Roman style armor in a standstill with each other. Neither angel seemed able to move the other's arm, so they spent a period of time just glaring at each other.
Without warning that Lucy could see, the one angel slammed the other's arm down on the table. Without thinking, she clapped for the angel, a grin spreading across her face.
It dropped when both angels sent a glare her way.
The looser spoke, "Head on human before you draw attention to yourself."
Cheeks blazing with heat, she glanced around quickly to check no one was in the hallway before scurrying towards class with her head low. Even with her eyes down, her peripheral vision still caught the sight of the angel waving her on sardonically.
Rushing to class, she went to take a shortcut to try to prevent being late, but she had to cut through a large empty corridor.
Well, a normally empty corridor.
Today, there was a small first year standing there with one radish earring peeking out from behind the blonde hair tucked behind her ear. She was staring up at nothing.
"Luna!" Lucy called, already walking toward the first year.
"You have quite an infestation of nargles around you," The girl blinked at her with owl eyes, "The rucklelets must have told you my name, but they did not tell me yours."
Lucy blushed again, "Ohh, I just remember you from the sorting. What're you doing here? No classes are on this corridor."
"I asked a girl in the older year how to get to Transfiguration, and the directions led me to here," Luna said serenely, no hint of anger or frustration.
It felt like molten lava had replaced Lucy's blood. So Luna's classmates were already starting it, huh? Well, not on Lucy's watch, not this time around.
"Com'on, I'll take you to class," Lucy said, grabbing Luna's hand and pulling her towards the stairwell.
As they walked, Luna kept glancing over Lucy's shoulder. Lucy finally looked back too, but the only thing behind her was Carver. At the door of Transfigurations, Lucy hesitated while Luna stood there looking in the opposite direction.
Lucy sighed and tapped Luna on the shoulder. The wide, voluminious eyes turned towards her.
"Your class is in through the door there; you'll only be a minute or two late," Lucy said.
Luna smiled while staring over Lucy's shoulder, "Might want to get that nargle infestation checked out."
"What-?" Lucy started to ask, but Luna was already pushing open the door and walking into the classroom. McGonagall started with a hard look, but her face softened and the hint of a smile even appeared as she nodded at the second year still standing to the hallway.
"Thank you Miss. Ogden, hurry to class now. Here's a note explaining," McGonagall told her, a wave of her wand directing a note to fly beside Lucy. It would turn itself in to Professor Flitwick.
Lucy turned and headed towards class. She couldn't say she was the best student during that class, because she was too distracted thinking about what Luna might have meant. Was it possible that the young girl could see the angels?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~/Time Break/~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lucy knew that she needed to handle the Chamber of Secrets. She sighed, but headed off with her plan in mind. There was a reason she had never gone back to collect potion ingredients from the snake. Certain events were things that she never wanted to experience again. Just the thought of going down into the grimy, dirty, smelly chamber, stepping onto the rodent skeletons and having to face a giant beast that nearly killed her made her shiver. Still, there are events that she would have to go through to save others.
Once she had set things up, she moved to the Great Hall and had some breakfast. Then she walked out into the hallway to wait.
She glanced down the hall to the left. Then she looked to the right. Back to the left.
The hallway was silent. Everything seemed to be in place. Stones, massive and securely making up the walls. Secret passageways where they should be. Stairs, moving on absolutely no semblance of a schedule, perfect, just like always.
Then a kid ran by screaming bloody murder.
"AHHhhaaaaahhhhhhhhHHHHHhhhhhaaaa!"
"There it is," she sighed.
That was her key to run towards the crowd.
She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail before charging in the opposite direction from the way the kid had been running.
In fact, she was running so hard that she didn't notice that she had reached her destination until she had run into someone. A large, black cloak wearing someone.
"Detention," Snape seemed to snarl out of habit as he stared up at the giant snake in front of him. The widening of his eyes and slight looseness of his facial muscles were the same as a regular teacher staring with an open mouth and drool.
"Professor, you found Mr. Giant Slither!" she chirped out in happiness.
The professor nodded once absently before her words sunk in. He swung around, black cloak billowing out around his legs.
"Mr. Giant Slither?" choked from his lips as though each syllable hurt him.
"Yep! There's a secret passageway beneath the sinks of the girls bathroom, and I accidentally fell in, and then I met Mr. Giant Slither, and he followed me back up here! I tried to grab some lunch from the Great Hall, and it worked out because he chose then to stay here," she said.
Cedric had come upon the situation a few minutes ago and had been staring with an actual dropped jaw until he heard the tiny first year speak.
A few tears leaked out of his eyes, and Alex patted him on the back, "Sorry dude, you can't save everyone. Might as well write that one off now."
Snape turned towards her, "But...what?"
Lucy had to take care of the basilisk. Might as well do it in a way that reveals him to everyone. Half of the fear of the Chamber was the fact it was a secret. If the Great Hall was hidden, it might be considered scary too.
Besides, this year, she wanted to make the first move instead of whoever was unlucky enough to be stuck with the diary.
The basilisk said, "This wizard seems slow. Perhaps I should eat him?"
"You can't eat him!" Harry said, seemingly oblivious to the hissing coming from his mouth. On the other hand, the gasps from the crowd showed that no one else was oblivious.
Lucy decided it was time to intervene.
"Yeah, so can Dumbledore tell it where to go from here?" Lucy asked.
"Dumbledore is not here right now," Snape said.
She pursed her lips, "Ok well, you're the head of the snake house, so this is probably under your duties then."
"Excuse me?" he asked her.
"Yeah, giant snake, Slytherin house. Pretty positive there's a subclause to your teaching contract or something that says the head of Slytherin house will deal with all snake matters," she continued.
He scowled at the girl, "This is most definitely not part of my responsibilities."
"Pretty sure it is," she argued with him.
There was a solid chance that Professor Snape was startled enough to actually delve into an argument of "nuh uh" and yeah huh" with Lucy, but Professor McGonagall arrived on the scene at that moment.
"My lands," she breathed, her Scottish accent coming through strong from surprise.
"Professor, wouldn't this fall under Professor Snape's job as head of the snakes?" Lucy turned quickly to her old head of house.
Professor McGonagall stood there staring at the giant snake with little blinds over its eyes and the large crowd of students standing around.
McGonagall started nodding, "Yes, that sounds correct, child."
Snape scowled but stepped forward angrily. As he raised his arm, the basilisk turned and hissed at him.
He jumped back but shot a spell at the snake. Lucy was frankly amazed at the grace the snake showed as it moved swiftly out of the way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback of Forty Minutes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Her whole plan had centered around the book she had found in the library last school year.
While she had found some interesting information in it, there had been no time until now to examine it closer. In a section near the back, it described the glasses that Curse Breakers and Unspeakables used to be able to see the strands of magic. By being able to see the strands of magic, they were able to manipulate it. They could even be used to understand the enchantments and make new versions of enchanted items. Incredibly rare, no new goggles had been made in almost 400 years.
Lucy was particularly interested in why no new pairs had been made in so long. Apparently, they could only be made by a pair of conjoined magical twins.
With as rare as just magical twins were, a pair of conjoined magical twins was only born once every 500 years or so. Conjoined twins are special because there are two separate but connected magical cores living in a single body.
Because no one without such a special case would be capable of performing the spell, it was listed in the book for informational purposes.
Lucy had wondered, thinking it might just be possible. After all, in Lucy's body was her magical core from her original timeline as Harry. Older and scarred, it had merged with the magical core of the original Lucy. Two separate but connected cores in a single body.
No other books at the library even mentioned conjoined twin magic that she could find. So she had gone back to her dorm and attempted to create a pair of magical goggles.
She succeeded.
It seemed she needed to find more books about the magic of conjoined twins.
Putting the glasses on allowed her to see the tendrils of magic covering everything around Hogwarts.
It was ridiculously easy to sneak down into the Chamber of secrets. From there, she'd gone into the main chamber, and discovered the snake slumbering there. Slipping the goggles on, she could see the dark green magic connected to the statue of Slytherin.
"Probably a loyalty charm on the poor thing," she whispered to Akai as she waved her focus bracelet over the giant snake.
Her own magic reached out like a pair of scissors and snipped the cord of magic.
Bright yellow eyes larger than a dinner plate snapped open.
A head as large as a family car slowly rose up and turned towards the small child standing nearly at the tip of its tail.
"I feel different," the snake hissed.
Akai popped up her own small head and hissed back, "Because my familiar has removed the loyalty charm from you. You are free to bite and hunt whoever you are without some human directing you."
"Truly?" The basilisk asked.
Akai nodded.
There was a pause in the Chamber as the snake seemed to be analyzing its body and Lucy waited to see what it would do.
She was painfully aware of just how small she was and just how big the snake was.
Suddenly, the creature was moving faster than she thought possible and wrapping itself around the Hufflepuff.
She struggled to free herself, but the basilisk was too fast. Then she paused as she caught what the snake was saying.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh my goodness, you can't imagine how boring it has been down here for two thousand years. Just the occasional murdering spree and then darkness. I mean, did no one think about the fact that I was going to grow? I've been so scared of growing until I was squished and dying like that. I try not to eat too much and a lot of the time I'm under stasis, but really, who ever heard of a snake who has to watch its figure? Can we get out of here now? But do I have to ask you permission? I don't understand this whole loyalty Thing. What do I hunt now?" For whatever reason, Lucy had always imagined the giant basilisk having a very deep voice like Professor Snape. In reality, when its voice was not distorted by pipes and thick stone walls, the basilisk's voice was quite high pitched.
The thing did not stop talking.
"Uhm, you're welcome?" Lucy said.
"What's your name? I never said mine did I? Oh is that rude? Do i have to care about manners now that i can't use the excuse of my master made me do it? Oh how bothersome. And how does a snake even learn manners. So what was your name?" Like everything else, the snake said all of this very quickly.
"Uhhh...I'm Lucy, and this is Akai. What's your name?" She said hesitantly.
"Oh golly, I've never had a name. That's a hard choice. Oooh, I had this one human Slytherin I really liked about a 1000 years ago, she wasn't much bigger than you when she set me loose to kill people. She used to call Mr Giant Slither. If she reminds me of you, that's a good thing because you finally freed me. Let's go with that for now!" The snake said.
Lucy paused, but then she thought about Snape's face when she told him, and a mean grin spread across her own face, "Right, Mr. Giant Slither it is."
It had been much easier to get back out of the pipes than she had expected because Mr. Giant had allowed her to sit on his head and he then simply raised his head back up the pipe. She jumped off back in the girls bathroom. Moaning Myrtle wasn't there, so she led the way to the hallways. Akai had curled up back on her arm but the basilisk slithered behind her, creating a weird dragging sound as his scales caught on the stones.
Slipping on the goggles again, she double checked that her protection charms were in place before instructing the snake to stay here and headed off for breakfast.
She'd had an excellent breakfast of French toast and sausage. In all honesty, she had expected to be interrupted during breakfast, but no one had.
Back with the crowd of students, Snape was admirably holding his own against the basilisk, but Lucy was growing concerned.
Then, the snake slid slightly on the smooth stones, and his tail whipped out to balance himself. His fangs drew close to a first year student who seemed frozen.
At the last minute, Harry pushed her out of the way and stood up to the sliding snake, "Stop!"
Only Lucy and Harry could hear the joy in the snake's voice, "Another speaker! My lands, what great news! This is simply marvelous, we'll have to have tea or something and just talk. But wait, are you related to my previous master? Are you a bad person?"
The snake's eyes turned into suspicious slits as he drew closer to Harry and sniffed him.
Harry looked affronted, "I am not a bad person!"
"Good, well then I'll just go back to eating the cloaked man. I hope he doesn't taste like coal," the snake said as he turned his large body back towards Snape, mouth opening wide with the clear intention of trying to eat the professor.
"Mr. Giant Slither, please stop!" she hissed out herself. The snake stopped to turn to her, and with it, everyone in the crowd as well. "I'll just send him to the forest then!"
"Go to the forest and hunt please. No one will attack you there and you'll be safe," she told him.
The crowd parted like the red sea as the tiny second year led the biggest snake any of the assorted crowd had ever seen past them.
"Should we let Miss Ogden just send a basilisk into the Forbidden Forest?" Flitwick questioned.
Snape sent the man a glare, but McGonagall was the one to answer, "Would you rather do something with the snake? It is called Forbidden for a reason."
"Potter tried to get the snake to eat Professor Snape!" Draco's high voice cut into the crowd, outrage clear.
"No I didn't! You all heard me tell the snake to stop!" Harry said. The crowd was quiet as they stared at him, "What?"
Ron leaned over but everyone could hear him, "Mate, only Lucy would have understood you. It just sounded like hissing to us."
"What?" Harry asked, looking around bewildered, before turning and running away.
The crowd turned into chaos as everyone talked at once.
Malfoy's voice could be heard over it all, "Potter turned dark like the Dark Lord. Potter turned dark."
McGonagall shot a light into the air with a bang. As the students turned to her, she frowned at them.
"Back to your classes. Dumbledore will handle this."
With her words, the crowd broke up.
Lucy frowned to herself. That was not how that was supposed to go. She marched over to Draco.
"Excuse me, but I used Parseltongue too. You aren't accusing me of going dark, but you'll accuse Harry!" she said as she poked him in the chest, hard.
He sent a shocked face at her, "What? Do you want me to call you dark?"
Cedric rolled his eyes as he grabbed her hand and pulled her away from Draco, "No one's accusing you of going dark because you sent the snake into the forest while Harry tried to send the snake after his most hated professor. Plus, everyone knows the Ogdens are only neutral, no one would think anything of it if you all married a witch or wizard somewhere back who leaned on the darkest of grey sides and left Parseltongue in the line. On the other hand, the Potter's line is too well documented because of their light position. No one in that family should have the gift. Only dark magic gives family magic to someone else like that. Finally, you're not even eighty pounds. Excuse us if we don't all quiver in fear of you."
Lucy's mouth formed an O, but then she scrunched up her face, "Harry didn't try to send the snake at Snape; he was trying to stop it."
Blaise shrugged as he came over and directed Lucy towards class, "Didn't look like that to us. Looked like Harry hissing and then the snake turning towards Snape."
"But he was telling it to stop!" she insisted.
"Just leave it Lucy, Dumbledore will deal with it," Blaise said.
"Yeah, maybe that's what I'm afraid of," she mumbled to herself before following her friend to the combined Slytherin/Hufflepuff herbology class.