Plot Bunny #1: What If...Harry Really WAS the Heir of Slytherin?
Taken from: The Chamber of Secrets (movie)
Scene that inspired ficlet: The Dueling Club and Malfoy's Serpensortia
Category: AU approach
Rating: PG-13 (lots of carnage, funfun)
Mini-note: Parseltongue comments will be spelled out rather than plainly described as hissing. (For example, Harry's first statement to the conjured snake would be written as "Sssssiyha chasssss asche!" using the "ch" sound the same way as in Hebrew.)
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"RICTUSEMPRA!"
In hindsight, it was a rather ridiculous response to Malfoy trying to splatter his sad remains all over the stone floor. Nevertheless, Harry was pleased to see that his arch-nemesis was unbelievably ticklish, and the blond boy sank to his knees, laughing uproariously.
Snape scowled, and yanked his student to his feet. The contact broke Harry's charm, and Malfoy looked completely embarassed - if the flaming red on his cheeks was any indication, that is. The Potions Master snapped something in Malfoy's ear, and the younger Slytherin immediately thrashed his wand about in an oddly complicated movement. "SERPENSORTIA!"
A huge black cobra leaped from the end of Malfoy's wand and began slithering its way toward Harry, hissing at the nearby students as it went. Harry smirked at the snake, and thought it strangely amusing that Snape thought he needed protection from it. He was just about to inform Snape that he was in no need of assistance when that bumbling fool, Lockhart, intervened and cheerfully blew the snake sky-high. Unfortunately this only served to irritate the serpent, causing it to turn on the nearest student as a snack.
Justin Finch-Fletchley gulped in fear as the reddish-yellow eyes turned towards him, and he didn't dare move for fear the snake would strike.
Oh, bloody hell, Harry thought, scowling. I don't want to get rid of the damn Hufflepuffs yet - especially when the wrong snake's here. Seeing he had no choice, he strode forward.
"Sssssiyha chasssss asche!" he hissed at the snake.
Slowly, every face in the room turned to Harry. He ignored them, and stepped even closer to the enraged serpent. "Sssssiyha chasssss iyefff!"
The snake looked up at Harry as the suddenly dark and threatening second- year towered over it. It hesitated at the look on his face, and then slithered up to lay its head on Harry's shoes. He smiled darkly, approvingly, and picked it up. With a muttered "Finite Incantatem," the conjured snake vanished into smoke.
Without a snake to distract him, Harry felt all eyes on him. "What're you playing at?" Justin demanded, shocked and outraged at Harry's actions.
Harry's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the Hufflepuff. "Would you've preferred being bitten?"
"You've got a lot of nerve saying that after what you've obviously done," Justin shot back, glaring. It seemed the terror of being under the snake's power had faded.
Harry's expression darkened even further, his scar standing out vividly on his forehead. He snapped his head up towards the ceiling and cried out, "Sssssahffiy hefesssssh!"
There was an inhuman scream from the upper wall, and a huge green serpent exploded through the stone and immediately headed for the students. The huge, reptilian eyes swept the room, and students fell like dominoes.
Ron and Hermione had seen the sense in turning away from the snake, and they stared at Harry, hurt. "How could you do this?" Hermione shouted. "I thought you were our friend!"
Harry sneered back, "There's a reason the Sorting Hat tried to put me in Slytherin."
"Why you sodding little snake!" Ron bellowed in anger, and made to attack Harry. He never made it.
Ron's shout was cut off as the basilisk bit him in half, sending blood everywhere. Hermione screamed in horror, not seeing Harry's sudden move towards her. The sharp blade of Slytherin's Dagger seperated her head from her shoulders.
Harry surveyed the room in approval. Not a single student was left standing; all were dead or fatally wounded. Lockhart and Snape were also dead, thanks to the venom of the basilisk.
Harry Potter, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, stalked out of the room with the basilisk on his heels. Tonight will be a night to remember, he thought, smirking, and his laughter echoed off the walls of the corridor.
Taken from: The Chamber of Secrets (movie)
Scene that inspired ficlet: The Dueling Club and Malfoy's Serpensortia
Category: AU approach
Rating: PG-13 (lots of carnage, funfun)
Mini-note: Parseltongue comments will be spelled out rather than plainly described as hissing. (For example, Harry's first statement to the conjured snake would be written as "Sssssiyha chasssss asche!" using the "ch" sound the same way as in Hebrew.)
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"RICTUSEMPRA!"
In hindsight, it was a rather ridiculous response to Malfoy trying to splatter his sad remains all over the stone floor. Nevertheless, Harry was pleased to see that his arch-nemesis was unbelievably ticklish, and the blond boy sank to his knees, laughing uproariously.
Snape scowled, and yanked his student to his feet. The contact broke Harry's charm, and Malfoy looked completely embarassed - if the flaming red on his cheeks was any indication, that is. The Potions Master snapped something in Malfoy's ear, and the younger Slytherin immediately thrashed his wand about in an oddly complicated movement. "SERPENSORTIA!"
A huge black cobra leaped from the end of Malfoy's wand and began slithering its way toward Harry, hissing at the nearby students as it went. Harry smirked at the snake, and thought it strangely amusing that Snape thought he needed protection from it. He was just about to inform Snape that he was in no need of assistance when that bumbling fool, Lockhart, intervened and cheerfully blew the snake sky-high. Unfortunately this only served to irritate the serpent, causing it to turn on the nearest student as a snack.
Justin Finch-Fletchley gulped in fear as the reddish-yellow eyes turned towards him, and he didn't dare move for fear the snake would strike.
Oh, bloody hell, Harry thought, scowling. I don't want to get rid of the damn Hufflepuffs yet - especially when the wrong snake's here. Seeing he had no choice, he strode forward.
"Sssssiyha chasssss asche!" he hissed at the snake.
Slowly, every face in the room turned to Harry. He ignored them, and stepped even closer to the enraged serpent. "Sssssiyha chasssss iyefff!"
The snake looked up at Harry as the suddenly dark and threatening second- year towered over it. It hesitated at the look on his face, and then slithered up to lay its head on Harry's shoes. He smiled darkly, approvingly, and picked it up. With a muttered "Finite Incantatem," the conjured snake vanished into smoke.
Without a snake to distract him, Harry felt all eyes on him. "What're you playing at?" Justin demanded, shocked and outraged at Harry's actions.
Harry's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the Hufflepuff. "Would you've preferred being bitten?"
"You've got a lot of nerve saying that after what you've obviously done," Justin shot back, glaring. It seemed the terror of being under the snake's power had faded.
Harry's expression darkened even further, his scar standing out vividly on his forehead. He snapped his head up towards the ceiling and cried out, "Sssssahffiy hefesssssh!"
There was an inhuman scream from the upper wall, and a huge green serpent exploded through the stone and immediately headed for the students. The huge, reptilian eyes swept the room, and students fell like dominoes.
Ron and Hermione had seen the sense in turning away from the snake, and they stared at Harry, hurt. "How could you do this?" Hermione shouted. "I thought you were our friend!"
Harry sneered back, "There's a reason the Sorting Hat tried to put me in Slytherin."
"Why you sodding little snake!" Ron bellowed in anger, and made to attack Harry. He never made it.
Ron's shout was cut off as the basilisk bit him in half, sending blood everywhere. Hermione screamed in horror, not seeing Harry's sudden move towards her. The sharp blade of Slytherin's Dagger seperated her head from her shoulders.
Harry surveyed the room in approval. Not a single student was left standing; all were dead or fatally wounded. Lockhart and Snape were also dead, thanks to the venom of the basilisk.
Harry Potter, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, stalked out of the room with the basilisk on his heels. Tonight will be a night to remember, he thought, smirking, and his laughter echoed off the walls of the corridor.