A/N: . . . *shrugs* nothin' ta say 'cept . . . you suck. Yep, you do. Well, on with the extremely late chapter. :D
Riddles
By: ME! Monsoon
Chapter 14: Can't Think Of One So This Is What You Get
The last weeks of September came fast. No one in Slytherin managed to deduct any more points and the Quidditch team was starting practice. Nephiro was, I'll admit, good. Great even. It looked as if she had been playing for several years. Flint had them training four times a week, just to best the Gryffindor team. It disgusted me. A team could easily practice only twice a week and still beat Gryffindor. All you would have to do is have every Slytherin to try out and figure out who was the best. Then practice with the best as long as they can for two days during the week and have them work out building reflex timing. It's so simple. But then again, Flint is an idiot.
I was in the common room when they were came back from practice one night. Nephiro was the first to come in, grinning happily swinging her beater's bat. The next to come in was Flint, right arm limp and swaying at his side. I looked from Nephiro to Flint then back to Nephiro.
"What did you do Nephiro? Break his arm with a beater's bat?"
She smirked and glanced at him. "Yeah." I laughed and followed Nephiro to our dorm. The room was cold, as always. Most things were cold in Slytherin. I flopped down onto my bed and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.
"So," I said when she returned. "Why'd you do it?" She didn't looked at me until her bat was tucked away.
"Do I need a reason? He was trying to make a move," when I didn't respond. I smothered a laugh. "What?"
"That's sad if he's gone to you. That, in a way, places you lower than me. Ouch."
"What?"
Sighing I rolled over and crawled to the end of the bed. "Before school started, he made a move on me. Twice. It left him with a broken arm and rather smaller jewels. I figure that I would at most come second after you. So, if I rejected him them the likely chance is that you would too, as you are "higher" on the chart. If anything, Flint should be going lower on the scale to someone like Pansy, not higher." She blinked taking it all in.
"Where in Death did you get that?"
"Fyremoth. Wrote part of The Social Hierarchy and co-author of Fyremoth Rule Book," I added proudly. Had a fun time writing that.
"Uh huh, well, that's great and all but how does it pertain to this situation?"
"Um . . . I don't know but I thought it had relevance." She rolled her eyes and left for the common room. "Sure no prob. Ignore the room mate."
(A/N: Haha! I've figured out a title for the chapter! Yay! *clears throat*
Chapter 14: The Second Annual Opening of the Chamber
Rilee: "The Second Annual Opening of the Chamber? What the fuck is that? "
Monsoon: " Um, a title for the chapter dipshit. "
Rilee: "You must be joking. That's a crappy title."
Monsoon: " And I suppose you can think of a better one? "
Rilee: "As a matter of fact yes. Give me a few minutes and you'll have your precious title."
P.S.A.: We are sorry for any inconvenience this has caused. The writers were supposed to be locked up today and it seems they've broken free. Please be on the look out. Keep animals and children indoors at all time until further notice. Thank you.
Now back to the scheduled programming.)
The next day was a Saturday, the day off that I planned to stay in doors and explore Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Something was there that I was meant to find. I hadn't been given those dreams without reason. Every night they invaded and terrorized my dreams. Now it was time to see what they wanted.
"Hey Myrtle? You here?" I called. I was answered by the usual moaning. 'She must be in a u-bend.' "Come on Myrtle, I need to talk to you!" The door creaked behind me and I jumped. Hermione Granger stood there with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. They stood there shocked at seeing me here. "Can I help you?" I barked. Ron backed up slowly but Granger and that thing stayed in place.
"As a matter of fact, you can. We wish to use this bathroom with out the intrusion of others," Granger retorted.
My eyes narrowed. "I don't take orders from a mudblood." Ron and Harry pulled out their wands and pointed them at me. "Try it Potter. As for Weasley, I wouldn't do that. Fred and George might get mad." Ron's face got red in frustration and embarrassment. I had heard something from Zach about how they kept talking about me. It was kind of creepy but I really don't mind since Fred and George are cool.
Ron and Harry both lowered their wands and glared at me. "What are you doing in here?" Harry asked.
"Talking to Myrtle if you care to know. Now go away." I glared at them until they started to walk out the door. I turned around and hissed, "People are so annoying."
"What did you say?" came Harry's weak and strangled voice. Oh yes, he was a parsletongue. How easily I forget things.
"I said people are so annoying. Is that a problem Potter?" I hissed without turning around. I could feel his eyes on my back. The others were gone, I could no longer feel them in the air, or smell them for that matter.
"You are a Parsletongue as well?"
"Well you know who my father is so yeah duh."
He turned me around from my inspection of one of the sinks. "Why are you really here?" We were too close. Backing up I leaned against a pillar smirking.
"What do you think?"
"You wouldn't. If you do and create another one then you will be placed in Azkaban because I would tell Dumbledore."
I placed my hand over my heart in mock shock, "Oh no! Not Dumbledore! You've steered me off that horrid path. Oh thank you, thank you Harry Potter. Thank you!" I shook his hand vigorously. Sneering I ripped away and pointed to the door. "OUT!" He glared at me then stormed from the chamber.
"Harry? Is that you?" came Myrtle's moaning sob.
"No, it's Riddle." I looked back at the sinks. "Potter just left."
(Rilee: Okay, title time.
Chapter 14: The New Heir
There, that's better. Back to the chapter before Monsoon comes and changes it.
*Men in white coats come into room with Monsoon already jacketed*
Man in white: Come on, time for a trip. You like trips don't you?"
Rilee: "NO!" *gets jumped and is strapped into straitjacket. Tries to bite the men so they place a muzzle over her mouth*)
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My hand felt the fine carving of a snake before I saw it. Something in my mind recognized it so I studied it carefully. Slowly, not quite sure of what I was doing I spoke a single word. "Open."
I jumped back as the sink lowered to the floor and a great gaping pipe took its place. I grabbed my wand and shined a light into the darkness. Grabbing a Galleon from my pocket I tossed it in. Straining my hearing I caught a faint sound after a few moments.
I was supposed to go down there? 'Eh . . . do I have to?' Screwing up my face I leaped in.
The floor crunched where I landed. Bones. Animal bones. Wonderful. Stepping lightly, I made my way across the large space and slipped into another tunnel. Instead of bones, rocks littered the floor with a scattering of live rats.
"I am definitely redecorating." I raised my wand and whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa! " Rocks of different sizes flew about, leaving a clean trail to the next obstacle. The snakeskin was easy to remove as I set fire to it and watched it burn to ashes. I conjured a broom and left it to sweep up the floor.
A few more turns then I faced the last challenge, the door to the chamber. I advanced on the iron wrought fixture and examined it with the help of my wand's light.
"Open," I hissed menacingly. The sound of old rusty doors filled the plumbing pipes, bouncing off of everything. Gasping in shock, I stepped slowly into one of the largest chambers I had ever seen.
"Amazing." I jumped down and slid on the slippery surface. "Fuck." I came to a stop near the edge of the walkway and stared into the stone eyes of a large marble snake.
These statues enveloped the path. Each was slightly different from the one before it. At the end of the chamber was a large, very large statue of you I guessed to be Salazar Slytherin. At the base lay a giant serpent, far larger then any recorded. I crawled down to it and stopped in both fear and shock. There lying before me was the half-eaten corpse of what was once a basilisk. I avoided throwing up at the sight.
'This must be the basilisk Potter destroyed last year. No wonder why the female Weasley is scared shitless at the sight of me.'
I stood before the creature and pulled out my very first wand. "If it gets a death before me, then it will at least get a proper burial." Casually I waved my wand over the dense green skin and said a soft prayer,
"God's protect you,
Puppet Master guide you,
Serpent Lord thank you."
Closing my eyes and found the spell in my mind and whispered it to the still air, "Travuvium Habitan." The snake began to fade and dissolve, as did some of the water around it.
"Let's hope you make it safe, for all serpentine family around the world." I sat and stared at the now empty space. I had sent it to the serpent graveyard. A wary place to send anyone or anything. Translated, the spell meant, "Travel habitat", however I found that I can change the place of destination by thinking of the new place vividly. So far it has only worked on animals and a few plants.
Yawning I stood, that spell took a lot out of a person and I had no idea how to get back up to the surface. I walked back to the entrance and clambered out. Grudgingly I slammed the iron door shut and headed back to the main entrance to the Chamber, the one back in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
It was dark when I got there, darker then before, my only conclusion was that the opening had been closed. Cursing my luck I groped in the darkness for some kind of ladder. If my father had been down here before then he must have been able to get back up. I winced as my knuckles cracked against more iron. Cursing fluently I scaled the bars like a monkey in a tree.
I reached the top in what I hoped was record time, dinner would more then likely be served soon. I would have to get there, and get there clean. My head hit the grate making a loud clanging noise. "Open." Too slowly the sinks and floor parted to allow me entrance. Grumbling in frustration I swung out of the tunnel and turned to leave. Eyes on the floor, my eyes saw the feet before I crashed into the person. I looked up and growled. "Potter."
"I told you that I would tell Dumbledore if you opened that."
I sneered. "No you said you would tell if I created another basilisk, have I? No. So back off fag." I pushed past him and entered the throng of people in the hall.
During the next few days, Potter's threat rang in my mind. Only a basilisk huh? Well what about other creatures? He never said anything about them. During my free periods I ransacked the library for books on creatures. My CoMC book was of some help but I needed more information.
On the Friday before the first of October I had my mind set on raising a Jarvey, an overgrown ferret that can only speak in rude phrases. It was Classified 3X, my type of creatures. And what was better was that they ate rats and moles and voles, there were a lot down in the catacombs of sewage. Now the trick was to get one. That was where Hagrid and Basil, Sage's brother, came in.
Grinning like a fool, I left the library planning my attack on Hagrid for the third week in October, when no one, would suspect it.
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