Note: I had some help with the last part of this chapter from Aliens: Nightmare Asylum, written by Stephen Perry. Read it, it's a good book.
Harry Potter and the Alien Hive
Chapter 3: Monsters in the Closet
"Lemon Drop!" Harry commanded to the familiar stone gargoyle, which proceeded to move aside to reveal the passage to Dumbledore's office. As to offer some consolation to Harry, Dumbledore had told him to come and see him whenever he had troubles. As proof he gave Harry the passwords he would use for the year to enter his office.
Harry carefully walked up the spiraling staircase to the door. As he drew closer he could here voices from the other side. He thought for a minute about turning back, but then he heard the mention of the words 'You Know Who,' he immediately drew closer to the slightly opened door, allowing him to peek in and hear the conversation.
Harry of course recognized the voices of Headmaster Dumbledore and of Professors Snape and McGonagall, but there were other voices, which he did not recognize.
"I know," answered one of the unfamiliar voices, a man. "If it's found to be dangerous, we'll kill it and move it to the next location we can find; but on this note, if it's dangerous then you must agree that we can't let it fall into the hands of You Know Who."
"In either case," Harry recognized Snape's voice. He felt a rush of loathing for the Potions Master. "I don't think the parents would be to happy about the school harboring a potentially dangerous object."
"This place used to be a fortress, correct?" Another unfamiliar voice, this one had a thick accent which reminded Harry very much of Seamus Finnigan.
"Surely there is a place here cut off from the students." This time a woman spoke. Her voice was deep and drawling, almost like she was bored with the whole situation.
"I know a place." Harry felt his heart stop as he realized he had said that out loud.
"Who's there?" He heard McGonagall demand.
Harry gulped and opened the door. Detention here I come.
"Potter!" Harry felt another wave of hate when Snape called his name.
"Well I'll be." The man with the Seamus accent, sporting light brown hair in a short buzz cut, stared at him with some surprise. "It's Harry Potter!"
The other two strangers turned to look at him. One was a man about Sirius' age with short burgundy hair that stuck up slightly on all sides. Harry guessed he was the first voice he had heard. The other was obviously the woman who had spoken earlier. She looked like she could have been Bellatrix Lestrange's twin, though she lacked the feral viciousness in her eyes that the Death Eater had possessed.
"Harry Potter." The man with the burgundy hair approached him. "Perhaps you can help us with this little dilemma."
"Who are you?" Harry asked in spite of himself.
"Oh, of course. My name is Drake Francis from the Department of New Discoveries." The man with burgundy hair spoke calmly.
"Christine Magellan. Department of New Discoveries. " The woman nodded at him.
"Henry Cook!" said the man with Seamus' accent. "Department of New Discoveries."
"Nice to meet you." Harry smiled.
"If Mr. Potter wishes to stay out of trouble I suggest he leave now and forget what he has heard." Snape was obviously trying to keep his voice calm and even and seemed to be having great difficulty.
"Wait a minute." Francis interrupted. "Harry, we've found a strange creature in the Arctic and we need a place to secure it until know what is it is, a place where we know You Know Who can't get it. You were saying that you knew of such a place?"
"Yes." Harry answered cautiously.
"And where is this place?" Snape hissed.
Had anyone but Snape asked the question he would have been a little hesitant to answer, but as it was...
"The Chamber of Secrets." Harry blurted out.
Silence fell. Harry cast a nervous glance to Dumbledore, whose face was unreadable. He didn't look particularly angry, but he didn't look terribly pleased either.
"I mean." Harry's nerve was quickly flying away. "If it's a safe place you are looking for, that's the place. Nobody goes there."
Francis smiled and, seeming to recognize Harry's nervousness, turned his attention back to Dumbledore.
"So what's You Know Who really like?" Henry cook looked at Harry.
Harry was quite startled when Cook asked him the question.
"Wh—What?"
"Well you're the only person who's come in contact with him and lived, besides his Death Eaters. So, what's he like; how does he talk? How did you defeat him?" Cook asked, very excited.
"Well, the first time, what was left of my mum's magic gave me the power to defeat him, and the second time Dumbledore's pet phoenix Fawkes and Godric Gryffindor's sword helped me to defeat his Basilisk." Harry was careful to leave out the fact that Ginny helped to bring the Dark Lord back the second time around. "The third time I dueled Voldemort..."
Cook twitched slightly at hearing Voldemort's actual name.
"...and the spirits of the people he had killed arose and helped me to escape. And the fourth time," Harry glanced over at the Headmaster. "Dumbledore saved me."
Harry was slightly nervous that upon hearing that he had help in defeating Voldemort, Cook would think he was a fake, but Henry seemed just as bright eyed and interested as when Harry began.
"Wow, what a story." Cook's jaw dropped in awe.
"All right, you have my permission to store the creature in the Chamber for the time being." Dumbledore said solemnly. "Severus, Minerva, please introduce Mr. Francis and his crew to Hagrid; I'm sure he will be a great help."
"Thank you Headmaster." Francis bowed slightly
"Harry." Dumbledore turned to him. Harry was relieved to see a smile on Dumbledore's face. "Would you be so kind as to accompany these people to the Chamber's entrance?"
"That will not be necessary, Headmaster. There is another way to get to the chamber. Through the Slytherin Dormitory." Snape explained. "One that does not require the use of a Parseltongue. All you need is to know where to look and the keys. Which I have." Snape cut in briskly.
"Excellent, shall we get started then?" Christine Magellan said impatiently.
"Right this way," McGonagall headed for the door.
"Very well. In that case, Harry, you may go back to the Great Hall. But I do wish to talk with you later." Dumbledore said rising from his seat. "Shall we?"
Harry hesitated for a second, but decided he had pushed enough buttons today, and obeyed by walking slowly out the door and down the spiraling steps.
Harry entered the Great Hall rather disappointed he wouldn't get to see the mysterious black thing up close and personal, but at least now he knew what was going on.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked as he sat down.
"Did you ask Dumbledore what is going on? Did he tell you?" Ron asked urgently.
"No." Harry said quietly. It wasn't a lie. He hadn't asked Dumbledore what was going on and it had been Drake Francis who had told him. It wasn't exactly the whole truth either.
"Ron, we don't even know if Harry went to see Dumbledore, which most likely he did not because he knows he would most probably get into trouble." Hermione was looking straight at Harry at this point. Harry was having a hard time trying to prevent an ashamed blush from ruining his composure.
A few minutes later, the Headmaster made his appearance and announced that students were to go to their classes and carry on with daily activities, but were not to return to their dormitories until the all-clear had been given. Harry most likely guessed that this was to keep the students from seeing the black thing while Hagrid and the New Discoveries team moved it. Also, he guessed Dumbledore was excluding all students from their dormitories to keep the Slytherin students from being suspicious.
Dumbledore didn't go into too much detail, just that some fumigating had to be done to prevent an infestation of doxies.
Harry almost smiled. For once he knew what was going on.
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Harry felt something cold gripping his ankles and wrists. That was the only thing that was cold; the rest of the air was hot and wet.
Harry opened his eyes, his glasses were gone but he could still see clearly. His bed was gone, yet he was still in his room. Harry looked down then up. He was shackled to the floor by his hands and feet; the cold was from the steel binding him.
Something wet and slimy dropped onto his cheek, just below his left eye. He looked straight up trying to see the source, but there was a red haze clouding everything.
I need you. A gentle voice spoke in his mind.
"What?" Harry choked out nervously.
Just then the haze cleared to reveal glittering needle teeth, set against black jaws of a hundred of the monsters Harry had remembered from his previous dream. They were hissing and screeching. Harry tried in vain to free himself from his bonds, get his wand, and do something. But he couldn't.
Suddenly, a hundred black monsters all turned their heads in unison to face something across the room. Harry looked. All he could see were the doors to his closet. (snigger) But, then, in a heart stopping instant the doors opened and from the shadows stepped the black thing from the picture in the Daily Prophet.
It was twice as big as the others. It was almost like it was the horde's...mother? Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the creature towered over him.
I love you. I need you. He heard the voice in his head again. It was impossible, but somehow the thoughts seemed to come from the thing standing over him.
Lean back. She whispered, opening her sharp-toothed jaws. The voice now seemed to have a nagging familiarity to it.
Harry found himself unable to resist the command; it was like being under the Imperious Curse, except that he had been able to fight before, even with Voldemort controlling it. Why? Why was this command so much more powerful?
Harry arched his neck in response to the command and saw just behind him a huge round object about the size of a trashcan. An egg?
Don't be afraid. The voice in his head soothed. Then it hit Harry like a lightning bolt through his scar. The voice was his mother. The thing was speaking with his mother's voice!
The egg opened. The flaps closing, the top rolling back and blooming like some obscene flower. Then, crab-like legs, with pointed tips, reached over the top of the folded flaps. Like fleshless fingers, they were feeling about looking for something.
Looking for Harry.
Harry opened his mouth to scream and then the crab-like thing's tail lashed out, wrapping around his throat, crushing his voice box, and silencing his scream.
Don't be afraid. The black creature with his mother's voice tried to soothe.
Harry found his voice again.
"NOOOOOOO!"
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Hehehe. Cliffhanger. Don't worry you'll find out what happens tomorrow. Please review! I this is my first time trying to write a truly terrifying scene. I hope you enjoyed. Now you're probably wondering why Tom Riddle never used the entrance in the Slytherin Dormitory, well who's to say he didn't? He may not have used it too much because he didn't want his fellow Slytherins seeing the entrance until he wanted them to. Also, when he had to work through Ginny, she couldn't go through Slytherin Dormitory to get to that entrance, so they had to go the girl's bathroom route.
If "Harry Potter and the Alien Hive" had a book cover, here's what t would look
Till Next Time
-Vega Sailor