§ 'Parseltongue!' §
'Thoughts'
Chapter Twenty-Nine!
5th of November 1994:
The next few days were some of Harry's worst at Hogwarts. They reminded him of his second year, when a large part of the school had suspected him of attacking his fellow students. Although Gryffindor was on his side this time, it was only because they believed that he put his name in the Tournament. The only one in Gryffindor that wasn't happy about it was Ronald Weasley. Harry had thought that even though they weren't friends anymore Ron would at least believe that he didn't put his into the stupid Goblet. How Ronald was acting was making him rethink making his sister into his Pet to teach Ron not to piss him off. But since having the idea he and Ginny had become good friends, so he decided he couldn't do that to her; even if lately that resolve was crumbling. Continuing the way he was would see his sister would become Harry's latest bed warmer before the end of the year though.
Either way, he could understand the Hufflepuffs attitude, even if he didn't like it; they had their own Champion to support. He expected nothing less than vicious insults from the Slytherins - he was highly unpopular there and always had been, because he had helped Gryffindor beat them so often, both at Quidditch and in the Inter House Championship. But he had hoped the Ravenclaws might have found it in their hearts to support him as much as Cedric. He was wrong, however. Most Ravenclaws seemed to think that he had been desperate to earn himself a bit more fame by tricking the Goblet into accepting his name.
The Dragon within was getting angry at him and the others, it demanded respect, fear even, but those were in short supply. Harry allowed these people to get away with the belittlement. It was taking everything that he had not to let his dragon side take control and show the fools what he could do. The only thing that was keeping him from doing so were his women, if it wasn't for the sex readily on hand he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself. He was just glad that he didn't have Potions with Snape and the Slytherins anymore, as he feared that Snape and the fourth year Slytherins would be roasted alive, or town apart.
Harry was still waiting for his bodyguard, but it seems that she had more to sort out then she thought, and so she wouldn't be able to start her job until that weekend.
On a brighter note though, Sara and Remedy seemed to enjoy their gifts and had showed Harry how much they liked them all that night. They were now talking about how to show them off to the world, and after some talks it was decided that if people were going to talk about Harry they would give them something to talk about, by riding a centaur to the first task. Not only that, but he would win the stupid Tournament, showing the fools what Lord Harry Potter could do. They also knew that for him, winning the Tournament would help them with their future plans of starting up their own country.
Harry had gotten a letter from Patrick recently, the two having decided to give Hedwig some exercise because a list of instructions would be easier to write down instead of conveying it through the mirror. The letter thanked Harry for telling him all about the Tournament, and giving him some spell ideas he might need for the Tournament. He also warned Harry to be careful of Igor Karkaroff, as he used to be a Death Eater.
Lastly, Harry got note from Mr. Greengrass that morning, informing the last Potter that he had sent a note to his daughter allowing the classes on Etiquette and Wizarding Customs, and Harry should get that reply soon if not that weekend. In fact it was afternoon and Harry was outside near the lake, relaxing a bit when he saw Daphne and her friends walking up to him.
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Slytherin Dorm Room, Blaise's Room - shortly before meeting Harry:
It as shortly before lunchtime, and seeing that it was the weekend, Blaise was just getting up. He felt somewhat lucky that he had his own bedroom, so he had no one to bother him. He smiled as he looked down at the third year girl in his bed. Since he admitted to his best friends about what he felt about Harry Potter, over the next few days he had brought a different girl to his room to prove to himself that he wasn't turning gay or bisexual. For most part it worked, that was until he got to his dreams, where he dreamt he was been fucked by Harry Potter. But the strange part of his dreams were, not been fucked by Harry, but he had become a girl by the end of it. Utterly confusing.
He got out of bed and got cleaned up, going to his bedroom to 'work off some steam' as his thoughts of a certain black haired wizard came to his mind once again gotten him worked up, and was changing out of his nightclothes. He glanced up at the mirror and caught a glimpse of himself, but it wasn't his male self but the female self from his dreams. The image in the mirror was of him with luscious long black hair, shapely silky legs, and DD breasts. He gasped as he saw the image, but the image flickered away, convincing Blaise it was only a trick of the light, or he was imagining things. He was having a hard time of it lately, so he put it in the back of his mind before he woke up the young girl and left to find his friends.
He found them in the Slytherin Common Room, sitting around the fire whispering to each other. As he slowly walked up to them, he whispered to them, "So what are you three talking about?" Shocking the three of them which resulted in wands being pointed at him.
"Blaise!" Daphne hissed before she lowered her wand and pointed it to his manhood, before saying, "Don't do that or I'll make your nightmare come true."
"Sorry, won't happen again." Said a pale Blaise.
"I see that you're finally up." Tracey said with a smirk, "So how was your latest conquest?"
"Eh, I'm not picky so I'm getting the experienced and easy ones. They may not be great lookers, but they know what they're doing at least." He summed up with a shrug. "So what are you three whispering about?"
"I've got a letter from my father; Potter's taken up his Lordship." Daphne began.
"We already know that, we saw his Family Ring." Blaise remarked.
"Yeah, well," Astoria began, "Harry met our father after getting his Lordship and asked about Etiquette's and Wizarding Customs lessons. When Harry found that he had to wait for the summer to learn it from mother, Harry asked if Daphne could teach him for half the price."
"And seeing that Harry as became Lord Potter, father has asked me to teach him and his friends." Daphne carried on, as she put emphasis on the word asked, "I think father wants an Alliance with him; the Potters have got some connections in both worlds, a lot of which could help with the family business."
"That not a bad idea." Blaise admitted. It's not like their dad was asking them to jump in the bed with the famous boy.
"No, it isn't," Daphne agreed, "but I've got a feeling that this is a set up or something on Harry's side. Since he's returned to Hogwarts, he has been acting differently than the last three years, more Slytherin than normal."
"I have agree with you there Daph," said Tracey, "we all know Harry is behind the reason why Hospital Wing has been more busy than normal, mainly because of the students bullying Luna Lovegood, but there's no proof."
"So what are you going to do, Daph?" Blaise asked.
"I'm going to teach Harry Etiquette's' and Wizarding Customs lessons of course," Daphne said with a sly smile, "that way I'll just might find out what Harry is up to."
"So when are you going to let Harry know you agreed to teach him and his friends?" Astoria asked after a few moments of thoughtful silence.
"No time like the present." The older Greengrass declared, "He should be around the lake by now." As she said this, she, her sister and her friend got up and left to see Harry.
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Back to the present:
"Morning guys, how are you?" Harry asked the politely.
"Not bad, Lord Potter." said Daphne.
"Ah, business it is, got the letter from your father then?" Harry guessed. "So have you thought about teaching me and a friend of mine?"
"I have, Lord Potter." Daphne replied, "May I ask who's your friend who you want to join you?"
"You may, as long as you drop the Lord stuff." Harry chuckled, "To you guys its Harry. I only use Lord with those who piss me off and when I have to use the title." 'Or when in the bedroom,' Harry added to himself, "And as for who, at the moment only Hermione. She was raised in the Muggle World, so she knows just as much as I do. There might be more later."
"That's no problem." said Daphne with a smile, "We can talk about payment later when we start the lessons. When would you like them to begin?"
"This afternoon, if you're ready to start that early." Harry answered.
"Aren't you interested in today's Quidditch game?" Blaise reminded Harry.
"Watching Quidditch is boring at best and annoying at worst if I'm not a part of the game." Harry replied, rubbing his shoulder, "Besides that, I just play it to spend more time on the broom."
The Slytherin male nodded in understanding, after the first year the flying classes ended and the only time one could fly was either during Quidditch Team Practice, or when the Quidditch Pitch was free, which was rare in itself so people who loved to fly either joined the House Quidditch Team or picked a new hobby to explore while at Hogwarts and flew at home over the summer.
"So, would today work?" Harry asked, looking at Daphne
"It works for me. If you want to find Granger, we can start." Daphne instructed, "Meet me in the school library once you get her."
"Cool, I'll see you soon Daph." Harry said in parting as he went to get Hermione.
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The afternoon went well for Harry and Hermione as Daphne taught them Etiquette's and Wizarding Customs; the first half an hour was spent teaching the two about the titles and when to use them. She first went on to explain that a Lord and Lady were from a Nobel Family like the Potters, which could be dated back several hundred years, unlike her family that could be dated back a few hundred.
She went on to explain that for the everyday sort of thing, you would call the person with a Lordship or Ladyship, Mr. or Mrs. unless the person in question tells you to call them Lord or Lady. Daphne then went on to explain that you would call the Lord or Lady in formal times, like when they were in Wizengamot or formal parties with high class wizards/witches coming.
Then for the last hour or so, Daphne taught her friends how to properly greet a Lord or Lady, or someone you wanted to be on the good side of. The lesson ended after that, but the three stuck around to finalize a few things. The discussed payment and when to meet up, which was decided to be on a Saturday afternoon unless Harry was playing Quidditch for about an hour and a half to two hours.
After the lesson, the three of them went to the Great Hall for dinner. It was during this time that a woman wearing a scarlet coloured robe came into the Great Hall, who walked towards Harry and announced, "Auror Tonks, reporting for duty."
"Nymphadora was it?" Harry asked, only to receive a growl in response, "Sit down and relax, we'll be spending a lot of time together. So relax a bit."
"Listen you may be a Lord, Lord Potter, and I might be your bodyguard for the near future, but next time you call me by my first name, I'll hex you." Tonks threatened Harry.
"And threaten me again and I'll have you defenstrated." He replied casually. "But sure, if you don't like your first name I can work with that."
Tonks blinked for a moment, but then smirked at the casual reversal. She chided herself on flying off the handle like that, she'd need to keep that issue in mind. The others who heard this gasped, the rumours about Harry would no doubt grow even worse at his easygoing threat. Not to mention how he was disrespecting an Auror (even if she didn't look particularly disrespected), none of them would dare talk to one like that.
Before Tonks could say anything Harry finished his meal. Stacking his pleas to save room for others, he looked up at her. "Well let's show you where you'll be staying whilst you're here at Hogwarts." He then stood up and left, not checking to see if he was following him or not.
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It wasn't long before Harry and Tonks got to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and once there, Tonks couldn't help but ask, "Why are we here for?" She thought he was playing with her or that he had some perverted ideas in mind. What he said next though was something she never would have guessed.
"This is where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is located." Harry answered.
"W-What?" Tonks sputtered in shock, she couldn't have heard that right. "Did you say Chamber of Secrets, the one that Salazar Slytherin created?"
"The very same one Nym!" Harry said with a smirk, "I found it in my second year and sort of defeated the monster down there."
Tonks was gasping in shock at the rapid series of mind boggling news, she didn't even realize that Harry shortened her name - if she did she would have a few choice words for him, despite her earlier not to self about it. This young man had found the Chamber of Secrets and sort of defeated Slytherin's Monster when he was twelve. "How do did you find the Chamber of Secrets?" Tonks asked, before then realizing what he said, "And what do you mean sort of defeated the monster down there?"
"I'll tell you once we get down there." Harry replied as he walked up to the wall and hissed, § 'Open!' § , causing Tonks to jump at the sudden foreign sound and a section of wall started to sink out of sight. Set into the very wall itself was a set of steps leading downward. "Follow me." Harry ordered before he started to walk into the opening.
Once the two had descended about a hundred yards the door to the bathroom closed on its own, cutting off all light except for the light coming from the orbs of magic on the walls. As the two went down, Tonks saw many different footprints coming back and forth here and wondered how many knew about this place. Before long Tonks saw that the two of them ended up within small tunnel, she was amazed by this and wonder not for the first time what the monster was and why Harry needed a bodyguard. Then they followed the tunnel until they got to a huge door with snake markings on it.
However, before Harry opened the door, he turned and said, "I need your wand…"
"What, what would you need my wand for?" Tonks asked, confused.
"You're about to see someone you haven't met before, someone who your first reaction is going to be to attack," Harry explained carefully, "and I wouldn't like that. I should also warn you that your Oaths begin now. What you're going to see, you can only can tell your boss Madam Bones."
Tonks didn't need him to tell her, because at his acknowledgment she felt felt the magic of the Oaths taking effect. He mind began to work overtime as she thought about what she was going to see.
Once again, Harry asked, "Now please hand over your wand, you can have it back shortly, but not before things are explained to you and you've met everyone."
Curiosity winning out over caution (it would be pointless to lead her into a situation where she was killed, why ask for a bodyguard if he was just going to kill her off?) she handed her wand to Harry who, once again, hissed something, making the door open. She could only imagine what kind of complicated password a cunning man like Salazar Slytherin would choose, she would need to ask at some point.
She took a step forward, for the first time in many years not knowing where her life was headed or how it was going to change.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note: Here is another chapter of Mishap, sorry for LONG wait before updating, but I had a block and my muse wasn't with me. Sure I could had tried to force myself to work on it, but the problem would be it wouldn't look right, and it would look awful, and I wasn't sure how to write it until now - I just hope I did it justice. Either way, here is the next chapter and I hope you like the chapter, and you would like to spend a few more minutes to review and let me know if you have any ideas for the next chapter. As of right now, my mind is blank as to what happens next, as I've forgotten the plans that I've had, so I welcome any ideas you might have.
Omakes Wanted: I'm still looking for some Omakes for this story. You can base them off any of the chapters you read so far. Try to keep them short, but don't hack it to pieces just to follow this request - I would like at least 1000 words or so if possible don't push it if you can't make it that long. I would also like a title for the Omakes, or at least working titles so we can think up one if need be, but don't worry if you can't think of one. If you would like to write one, please email me at dark_harry_fan at hotmail dot com
A Short Omake by Zgogery - this is where I got the idea for Blaise's seeing a female form of himself in a mirror.
Slytherin dorm room, Blaise's room:
Blaise had just finished "working off some steam" while thinking of a certain black haired wizard, and was changing into his nightclothes. He glanced up at the mirror, and caught a glimpse of luscious black hair and shapely legs, and gasped. The image flickered away, a trick of the light, as Blaise looked around.
"H-Hello? Is anyone here?" He said, pivoting on his heel when he heard a voice from the direction he was just looking.
He stared, wide eyes, as his reflection grinned at him. "Well! Look who finally noticed the dude peeving on them in their room!" His reflection stated, a haughty grin grew on his doppelgängers face. Blaise stepped back in shock, about to head for the door, when the reflection sighed. "Look, just sit. We need to talk." He sat down, his attention fixed in the mirror, as his reflection imitated his actions, but sat onto a plush armchair in the corner of the room. "Now, Blaise, I'm a representation of your subconscious, trying to get out! To make a long story rather short, uneventful, and bland. When we were a baby, our father switched our gender to get the male heir he wanted. He never even thought of us, or mother, before she died. I'm all that's left of the old us, and even that is being stolen from us. Our father caught us acting less assertive than he would have liked, and has tricked us into Sri King Potions to inhibit, and eventually destroy, me."
"He seems to hate anything involving your childhood, or as a baby, and now you know why. Perhaps this could also explain your latest piece of eye candy?" His reflection finished, a flirty and belittling tone in his voice, were it possible. "Personally, I want to run up to Gryffindor tower, and fuck a certain green eyed individual silly!"
Blaise was taken aback at the confession, but stayed silent As his duplicate ranted on and on. Finally, Blaise #2 sighed, looking up. "Well, I've just about use all the time we have! Well, see you soon, me! Bye..." Blaise looked at his reflection oddly, opening his mouth to question, and comment on the statement, when Blaise's world went dark. He woke with a start in his dorm and glanced around. No crazy mirror doppelgängers, and he wasn't thinking about Harry. 'What an odd dream' Blaise thought, getting his robes for the day laid out.
END OF OMAKE