Harry Potter and the Superlative Ability

By Silent Affliction

Disclaimer: All characters and plot lines mentioned in the official Harry Potter series are copyright J.K. Rowling. Copying and/or infringment not intended.

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Salazar nodded in recognition of his apology.

"So, what do we do now?"

An archway of marble appeared next to Slytherin, who motioned Harry into the room and followed behind him. Harry looked around in wonder; thousands upon thousands of strange objects littered an endless number of shelves, ranging from glass orbs to what looked like clear cases of pixies. The floor stretched for miles, making him puzzle over what exactly he was doing there. Doorways and tunnels and trap doors were arranged carelessly, some even taking residence in thin air! Slytherin cleared his throat and took Harry's attention.

"This is the Room Of Entrance And Production. There are rooms to make broomsticks, weapons, wands, breeds of creatures, books, trophies, writing utensils, and anything else you can think of. The shelves are full of all of our creations. Follow me."

Salazar pulled Harry out of the room and out into the Hall, making a steel door appear. Harry opened it upon Slytherin's command, and immediately gasped in suprise. It was a room full of books-thin books, fat books, long books, wide books, colorful books, old books, worn books and magical books, and any other kind of book imaginable.

"This, as you may have guessed, is the Information Room. It has every book in existence, and a few that've been written by us in our spare time. You'll find your datebook is pretty empty when you spend eternity in this place."

Harry nodded uncomfortably. This sure was awkward...

The rest of the evening was spent looking through rooms. There were storage garages, guest rooms, art museums, kitchens, and a special meeting place for The Superlative Council. As they made it out of Salazar's personal battle room, Harry voiced a question.

"Where am I sleeping, sir?"

Slytherin's mouth twitched in mirth. "Call me Salazar, Harrison. You have to create your rooms, as did all of your predecessors. Now, to do this, think of a white, unadorned room. Make it as large as you want. Focus on putting that blank room right next to you, then walk through the door."

Harry did as he was instructed and sure enough, when he opened his eyes, a cozy-looking oak door was to his left side. Salazar put a hand on Harry's shoulder and instructed him softly.

"Now, decorate the walls with your mind. Focus on the patterns you want. This shall be your living area for a long amount of time, so go for a look that suits you on a personal level. Precision is the key, Harrison."

The walls were splashed with deep maroon and trimmed with gold, the exact design of the Gryffindor common room walls. A hint of brown was swirled into the red, creating a marble effect. Harry smiled in comfort.

The two men proceeded to decorate the space until it was an expertly luxurious bedroom, complete with a bathroom, walk in closet and small living space. The furniture was simple yet elegant. Cream armchairs with scarlet pillows made the room brighten; a sleigh bed with gorgeous satin sheets was the focal point of the decor. The bathroom was a solid olive-tan, featuring two showers, a jacuzzi and bathroom essentials. And that closet! Harry estimated it was a good twelve or thirteen feet; it housed everything from casual muggle clothing to impressive wizarding attire he would place at a party thrown by the Malfoys. And the best part was the portrait of his family.

His mother and father were standing behing Harry and Sirius, all smiling happily. Occasionally, Sirius would crack a joke or his parents would snuggle. This made Harry feel at home more than anything else. But that bed didn't hurt too much.

"Hey Salazar, what's next?"

Slytherin cracked a grin. "It's getting late. I'm going to my suite. I shall see you in the morning, Harrison."

"Wait!" Harry called after the retreating figure of his companion. "Didn't you say we could bend time!"

"Everyone needs to sleep. Rest peacefully, my boy."

As Harry changed into his pajamas and got into his bed, he pondered just what he was getting into before lulling himself to sleep.

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