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Chapter 11

"Dammit! This isn't working!" growled Harry in frustration, slamming a book closed. He, Draco and Blaise were in the library looking for anything that could help them with the mirror. So far, they had found out that it showed your hearts deepest desire, but they had found nothing about the mirror being able to hide other objects. And all they knew about this supposed object was that it was small and valuable. Nothing else.

"You're right," said Blaise, sounding defeated. "We have to find a way to narrow down our search. Maybe if we asked one of the teachers?"

"All these books must have addled your brains," said Draco, exasperated. "The teachers would never tell us anything. They didn't even tell the prefects. What would make them tell us, we're Slytherins for God's sake, no one in their right minds would trust us with anything."

"What you're saying is true, but how about if we just spy on them? Nemesis understands English, all I have to do is ask her to sneak into the staff room and eavesdrop on the professors."

"Brilliant! No more library for me!" said Draco, gleefully. "I still haven't got used to you two speaking together, though. It's freaky. I don't like not knowing what's going on. I'm positive that you talk about me all the time."

"Relax, we don't," assured Harry. " I have better things to do with my time. Anyway we better hurry up if we don't want to miss dinner."

Walking towards the great hall listening to Draco and Blaise bickering Harry let his mind wander back to when his two friends first found out that he was a parselmouth. The three of them had been outside by the lake when Nemesis had slithered up. After chatting with her for a short while, Harry had noticed that the other two were staring at him, their expressions a mixture of shock, interest and fear. After the first exclamations of surprise, Draco and Blaise had calmed down and agreed not to tell anyone. Although they did berate Harry for ages for not telling them before. They had insisted on being properly introduced to Isis and been horrified to find out that she could understand English. After assuring them that Isis had heard nothing embarrassing about them, they began to see the positive side of it. From Isis they gathered loads of blackmail material to use on the other members of their house (They were most shocked to find out that Marcus Flint slept with a pink, fluffy bunny rabbit called Twinkles under his pillow.) Since the only way to get anywhere in Slytherin was to have good 'connections' it was a very useful. They were definitely one up on all the other first years.

Perhaps it was because he was so busy, what with Quidditch practise five evenings a week, his homework, researching spells, the Mirror of Erised, duelling practise and pranking Weasley, but Harry could hardly believe that he had been at Hogwarts two whole months. The castle felt more like home than Privet Drive had ever done. His lessons, too, were becoming more and more interesting now that they had mastered the basics. (Of course, this did not count History, which Harry slept through.)

It was now Halloween and the trio were making their way down to the great hall for the feast. They were discussing the finer points of their newest prank that they were planning on doing that night. It involved Ronald Weasley, large polka dot boxers and dancing up and down the tables singing,

I love Slytherins,

They are so smart,

Their cunning, guile and handsomeness

Set the Slyths apart.

I'm a stupid Gryffindor,

My brash, reckless 'bravery'

Will get me killed some day.

Oh what wouldn't I give,

To be a Slyth,

Their ambition, drive and sexiness

Make them the best,

So unlike the rest,

Oh, I wish I were a Slyth.

Blaise and Harry thought up the lyrics. Draco tried to help, but his suggestions had to be abandoned, as it was impossible to rhyme some of the insults he thought up.

Sitting down in their seats they settled back for a very enjoyable evening. The older Slytherins had prepared a big party, which would probably go on all night, as Professor Snape never bothered stopping them. They had stolen food from the kitchens and somehow managed to procure large amounts of alcohol. From what the older students said, it seemed that they had parties whenever they could. At Halloween, at Christmas, pretty much any other holiday, after a Quidditch match, after a particularly embarrassing put down of the Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs, etc. etc. The celebrations always turned into orgies by the end with all students above fourteen ending up naked in bed with a splitting headache and very drunk student next to them. Needless to say, no one outside Slytherin had a clue what went on.

Harry was just readying himself to set off the prank when the doors of the Great Hall burst open and Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table and gasped, "Nundu- in the dungeons – thought you ought to know."

He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.

There was uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.

"Prefects," he rumbled, "Lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"

"What?" yelled the Slytherins in shock and outrage while the prefects of the other houses began bustling about.

"Our dormitory is in the dungeons," yelled Flint. "Where the fucking Nundu is! You can't possibly expect us to go-"

"That is enough," replied Dumbledore sternly. "You will all do as I say or you will be expelled!"

With angry muttering the Slytherins did as he said and followed their prefects out of the Hall. As soon as they were out of sight and hearing Flint turned round on them.

"Right you lot. We've got to take this seriously. We've got stay alert!That bloody fool in there is obviously trying to get us killed. I for one prefer expulsion to death, as, I hope, do most of you. What we should do is go up to the top of the castle, away from the dungeons, and therefore away from certain death. Everyone okay with that?"

"I don't know. After all, surely it can't be that dangerous. What would Dumbledore gain from our deaths? It would be very bad publicity and he could get into a lot of trouble. I don't want to get expelled," said a second year, dubiously.

"Do you know anything about Nundus? They are massive, bloodthirsty creatures with toxic breath that can kill all and it takes dozens of wizards to subdue them! It will destroy us!" yelled Flint, getting more and more worked up.

"I agree with Flint," said Harry. "The board of governors is made up of entirely Slytherins. They'd never let us all be expelled. Let's just leave."

Taking the murmured agreement that followed this as a yes, Flint led them at a sprint up the stairs. Turning a corner they ran into Snape.

"I didn't see you. I didn't hear you. I don't have any idea of what you're doing," said Snape, calmly. "Good thinking by the way."

With that he swept off, leaving a smirking Flint behind him.

"Snape's heading for the third floor," whispered Blaise. "Why?"

"Who bloody cares, I'm more concerned with staying alive," replied Draco, as they ran up yet another flight of stairs. As they reached the top a terrifying sight met their eyes. The Nundu was right before them, and was grinning from ear to ear, seeing it's dinner arrive so quickly. It's huge body, covered with purple fur, and black spots scared the Slytherins senseless.

"Retreat! Back!" yelled Flint, as he ran from the beast, followed quickly by most of the students.

Just as Harry turned round to do the sensible thing and follow them, he saw out of the corner of his eye a door opening and, to his horror, a bushy haired Gryffindor stepped out, crying and wiping her eyes.

"Come on Harry! Forget the girl! Run!"shouted Draco in desperation.

Turning back to the Nundu, Harry saw that he had already waited too long. It would unleash its toxic breath soon. If it did so they would all be killed. Before the Nundu could react, Harry jumped right in front of it. Realising what Harry was planning on doing, Draco and Blaise pulled out their wands yelling "Stupefy" just as Harry shouted Ssachesssssa shooting a parsltongue stunning spell right between its eyes. The three spells hit the creature at exactly the same time and place, right between the eyes. The nundu teetered and stumbled backwards, eventually dropping to the floor, unconscious.

Harry stood there, staring at the creature in shock, adrenalin running through his veins. He knew parseltongue spells were powerful, but that powerful? Sure, the other two had helped, and both of them were powerful magicians, but even so three eleven year olds should never be able to do what would be impossible for dozens of full-grown wizards. In a daze, he registered Blaise and Draco coming up behind him. The other Slytherins had all disappeared; probably back to their dormitories.

"Wow," whispered Blaise in awe. A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made them look up. They hadn't realised how much noise they must have been making. The sound of a hundred students panicking travelled far. A moment later, Professor Dumbledore came rushing up the stairs, closely followed by Snape and McGonnagal, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the fallen Nundu, let out a faint whimper and collapsed to the floor, clutching his heart. Snape bent over the Nundu, while McGonnagal glared at the Slytherins in fury. But before she could speak, Dumbledore said gravely, in what he obviously hoped was a fatherly tone of voice,

"Harry, I suppose you did this?"

"Yes," stated Harry, guardedly, refusing to give anything away.

"What were you thinking?!" shrieked McGonnagal. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"

Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look and nodded his head in a barely visible gesture of assent. His sign that he would back Harry up in any lie he told.

"Well, sir," said Harry, his brain racing. "I happened to see-" here he strained to remember the bushy-haired girl's name. "Um, Granger running upstairs in the wrong direction. She knew about the Nundu, but since she's a muggleborn she might not know how dangerous they are, so the three of us came to warn her, as no teacher was available at the time."

Seeing Granger open her mouth to disagree to this, all four Slytherins, including Snape, glared at her in threat. Obviously realising that they would give her hell if she told, she closed her mouth with a snap.

"So you considered it your civic duty did you?" asked McGonnagal, disbelievingly.

"Well, frankly yes," said Draco smoothly. "As there was no sign of any Gryffindors rushing to save her."

"Really Minerva," interjected Snape, languidly. "You cannot give out to them for rescuing a fellow student out of the goodness of their hearts."

"Be that as it may, none of this answers the question as to how you managed to overcome the Nundu in the first place. It is a remarkable feat," said Dumbledore, staring searchingly at Harry, who felt a presence in his mind, as if the headmaster was trying to read his very soul. Guessing that Dumbledore was using legilemency, and knowing that it required eye contact, Harry wrenched his gaze from Dumbledore's and instead focused on a blank spot on the opposite wall.

"It was just fluke, sir. It must have been quite old and tired." This was partly true, the Nundu did not seem to be as powerful as he had read they were.

"Hmm," said Dumbledore, frowning. Harry grinned to himself. He knew that the headmaster realised that there was more to it than that, but he couldn't use legilemency to find out. If the Slytherins didn't want to tell, they wouldn't. Dumbledore couldn't even punish them for not going straight to their dormitories, as they had supposedly disobeyed so as to save a fellow students life. Even though Dumbledore probably knew they were lying (after all, Harry had to give the man some credit) he couldn't prove it. All in all, a very good state of affaires, thought Harry, smugly.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, finally. "I will leave you to your head of house to deal with." With that he swept off looking amazingly put out at being outsmarted by a bunch of eleven-year-olds.

"Well, Miss Granger, you foolish girl, what were you thinking, behaving in such a fashion!" said McGonnagal, obviously trying to reassert her authority.

"But Professor I-" protested the girl, amazed at the unfairness of it all.

"But nothing, Miss Granger. I am most disappointed in you. Five points form Gryffindor. Come along now, back to your dormitory immediately!" replied the Professor, nostrils flaring in anger as she ushered the girl away towards Gryffindor house. Quirrell followed soon after, looking extremely shaken. As soon as they were alone, Professor Snape said,

"I must profess myself intrigued. I would very much like to know how you managed to stun such a creature, but I realise the three of you will not confide in me therefore I will satisfy myself by telling you how proud I am of the three of you. Managing to outwit the Headmaster is impressive, and getting a Gryffindor in trouble while doing so is a plus. Not many could have done it. Ten points to each of you. I would advise you though, to keep a low profile the next couple of weeks. It would also be wise to learn occulemency. Dumbledore will stop at nothing to get you expelled. He views you, Harry, as a threat. You are powerful. In fact you will probably rival him in power once you leave school. And that is something that he wishes to avoid at all costs. Either he will try to manipulate you to his own cause, or else he will get rid of you. Luckily, since you are famous, it will be difficult for him to manage it, at least for the time being.

"Anyway, enough of this. You should go down to the common room. I'm sure tales of your adventure will only add to the festivities. Although I have a feeling your housemates are already acquainted with what happened here, as I saw Ms Parks sneak down the stairs a couple of minutes ago, no doubt to ready Slytherin for your arrival."

Muttering their thanks, the three of them turned to leave when Snape called Harry back.

"I just want to tell you that your mother would be very proud of you right now. She herself excelled in creating hell for the Gryffindors. It seems you have inherited her talent. She was indeed a great witch," said Snape, his dark eyes staring into Harry's with an intense expression of pride and something else Harry couldn't quite identify. Regret?

"Thank you, Professor," said Harry, bowing slightly. Turning he hurried to catch up with Blaise and Draco. All three of them were silent as they walked, their minds on the events of the day, until Blaise said,

"This sucks. We missed out on that brilliant prank on Weasley."

"Don't worry, we can do it another time. And this way we get more time to perfect it. Maybe think up some better rhymes for the song," drawled Draco, who seemed to have recovered his customary coolness. He'd lost it for a while when confronted with the Nundu. When Harry remarked on this, Draco glared but his reply was cut off as they entered the common room and were assaulted by noise. Music was blaring at them from all sides and the room was overflowing with people who were either looking incredibly tipsy, making out on the dance floor, or both. As soon as the Slyths caught sight of them, a huge cheer went up.

"Brilliant! Wonderful! Truly worthy of a Slytherin," shouted a seventh year over the din, cocktail glass in hand.

"Yeah," drawled Lucretia Parks. "I didn't have time to run away, um, I mean, uh, strategically retreat, so I hid and saw the whole thing. It was awesome! This shows that bloody headmaster what happens when he messes with Slytherins! You guys want a drink?" she asked, gesturing to a table covered in bottles of at least fifty different types of alcohol.

"Hell yeah!" said Draco in delight, running over and pouring himself some tequila. Grinning, Harry turned to Blaise and gestured to the dancing couples.

"Want to dance?" he asked.

"Sure!" replied Blaise and dragged him, laughing, over to the dance floor.

A/N There! Another chapter out. Please tell me what you think. It means so much to me when I get reviews (I know that's pathetic but I don't care.) If you let me know what you think I'll know what to improve next chapter. Thank you to all the people that have reviewed. I love you. (In a purely platonic way of course, hehe)

By the way, if anyone thinks this is becoming to Mary-Sueish, please tell me. I hate Mary-sues, and no way do I want my story to be one!

Nemati: I know, but I couldn't think of a good way to write that scene. After all, in this story Dumbledore and Harry do not get on, so Dumbledore would never explain anything to Harry or talk to him as he did in the real book.

Cyral: I think I'm going to write stories for all the books. I'm not sure though. It depends how enthusiastic people are. (Nudge, nudge, hint, hint.)

purpleanimefreek08: thanks! I didn't actually intend for Draco and Blaise to take the places of Ron and Hermione, but I guess they do in a way. Hopefully their characters are different though!