Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. However, I do own OC, non-canon and fictional magic.

A/N: I am writing as fast as I can create, edit and publish :-). Thank you so much for investing in my story. Y'all's reviews are so encouraging! Sparkles and Co. will return from previous storylines :-). This is an extra long chapter to reward everyone's patience.

Séraphine smirked at Peter.

"I suggest you tell me everything you've been doing with say...Barty Crouch, Jr." She said mildly as she eyed his other hand.

Unfortunately, she thought irked. I can't infiltrate the Crouch Manor in the same vein. With any luck Lucy won't mess this one up, either.

Peter whimpered and the House-Witch sighed.

"Please save your pathetic, whining supplications for someone who cares." She informed him. "You're more use to yourself alive than dead. I can promise you that."

Peter thought wildly and then internally agreed.

"What would you like to know?" He asked frightfully.

Séraphine smiled sweetly at him as a tilt-top table appeared to her side filled with food and tea just out of reach from Peter Pettigrew. She saw his hunger and internally laughed.

This'll be an easy interview.

Lucius paced and Narcissa barely refrained from rolling her eyes.

"Do you want me to do it?" She asked testily.

He speared her a cool look.

"Now that I know it's really Junior I'm mystified at how he managed it." He said before gathering his courage, the bag, and his wand-cane.

The clock struck 2:15 p.m.

"Because he's insanely loyal." Narcissa supplied. "Frankly, it's almost admirable except when you take into consideration what his poor mother sacrificed."

Lucius nodded.

"Department of Magical Law Enforcement Office!" He said clearly to the Floo.

Narcissa summoned a bottle of champagne along with a glass and her writing paraphernalia.

She decided she would document everything in the event she did not survive the House of Black's wrath or if her husband tried anything.

Draco needs to be told the truth. She thought, her lips tightening as she uncorked the champagne and poured herself a glass. Giving herself a little shake, she warded the missive to Draco using both the Malfoy Privacy Wards as Lady to Heir*.

Cornelius Fudge took the better part of two hours to finally 'settle,' as Madam Bones termed it. He ranted to and demanded from Dawlish to be his personal guard for the remainder of this open investigation.

Dawlish practically chomped at the bit as the simpering toad, Fudge's Madam Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge*, offered the Minister tea in her sickly sweet voice comforted him.

I wouldn't be surprised if these two were sleeping together. He thought with a visceral shudder that he covered up with a cough. She's definitely up to something like higher status under his administration.

As far as Dawlish is concerned, most people are not worth his pay grade. However, she seemed to be the 'enemy of thy enemy is thy friend,' and if Madam Bones did not like her then perhaps he could work his way into her good graces.

Best to wait and see, he thought as he politely declined tea from Umbridge.

Harry awoke and slowly gathered his surroundings.

I'm definitely not in my dorm. He thought, puzzled.

He slowly rose on his elbows and immediately regretted it as his hand flung to his forehead with a yelp.

Sirius jumped thanks to Padfoot's superior hearing and walked into the room after seeing Lacie off.

Of course he wakes up after she leaves. He thought dryly as he pulled the desk chair to sit next to Harry.

"Hey Prongslet," He said gruffly, worry tingeing his handsome features.

"What happened?" Harry asked as Sirius took a warm, wet cloth and wiped Harry's brow. He swallowed. The paternal touch is light and strong and Harry intuitively moved closer to his godfather.

"So many things, kiddo," Sirius answered, shaking his head slightly. "How're you feeling?"

Harry blew a frustrated breath. "Like I'm underwater and sore," he said thickly. Frowning, his jet-black bangs contrasted heavily with his silver serpentine pupils. Harry did not reach for his glasses like he normally did.

Those didn't fade away. Sirius thought perplexed.

"Well, basically kiddo we removed the Dark Lord from your scar." Harry choked and Sirius gave him a half-hearted smile. "Took years off my life." Sirius muttered as Harry listened closely.

Harry wanted to be sure of Sirius. He cared very much for the wizard and knew Sirius seemed to want him.

However, some things cannot be unlearned. Only mitigated.

Harry remained silent as Sirius told him what happened.

"Hermione will be worried," Harry hedged. "And Ron, too...I don't want to...go back to Hogwarts just yet...but…"

Sirius arched a perfect charcoal-black brow at him.

"You're definitely staying put, Harry James," he informed his godson firmly. "I sent Kreacher to deliver notes to Hermione, Ron and McGonagall regarding your health with Lacie's signature. She has major clout as a Pediatric Medi-Witch and you won't get into trouble."

Some of the tension eased from Harry.

"What about Malthusss?" Harry asked, hearing his sibilant tone.

Sirius paused as he wetted the washcloth in a sterling silver pitcher.

"Who's Malthus?" He asked, becoming concerned. And who the devil is Sparkles?

"The Ssscaled One," Harry answered shrugging. "He'sss the Basssilisssk."

Sirius took Grandfather's wand and summoned the totems. More to reassure himself that his godson had not received permanent mental damage from having a Dark Wizard in his skull. Lacie said she would run a battery of tests as soon as Harry is healthy enough. She predicted letting him rest the weekend before returning him to Hogwarts.

The Basilisk hissed joyously and slithered onto Harry's bed making the child smile sweetly...and scaring Sirius.

«Young Massster!» Malthus greeted.

«Hello Malthusss.» Harry said, his eyes beginning to glow. «Have you seen Sssparklesss?»

Malthus stilled. «Sssparklesss, Young Massster?»

«Yesss,» Harry insisted, getting annoyed. Sirius watched the interplay between snake and boy in morbid fascination. «Ssshe protected me again. Ssshe sssaid I returned...but the lassst time I sssaw her was at the Dursssleysss.»Harry flinched.

Malthus bowed to Harry.

«Then I ssshall find her for you, Young Massster,» The Black Basilisk promised. «For ssshe dessservesss Our utmossst ressspect for guarding Our Heir. Will you transsslate ssssomething for me to Lord Sssiriusss?» Séraphine was with Pettigrew and therefore could not provide this necessary service for the totem.

Harry nodded and both turned toward Sirius as one unit, startling the wizard who thankfully controlled his outward reactions.

"Malthus says he would like me to translate something for you." Harry said reverting seamlessly into his normal English.

"Indeed?" Sirius said, Remarkable. He thought, almost laughing. A Parselmouth and a Basilisk having a conversation. Should I have tea? Or spiders? And we make a go of it?

"Malthus would like to travel to the Dursleys to retrieve Sparkles the Smooth Snake because she used her magic to protect me just like she did when I was really little." Harry translated. "And he would like to meet her properly." Harry added, blushing slightly.

"Absolutely," Sirius complied. "for I would like to meet her as well."

Sure, most boys have an owl or cat or toad...my boy has snakes. He thought mirthlessly. That protect him from vast distances.

The Basilisk bowed and they watched him gather Black Magic as he Willed himself to the Dursley residence.

"How do you know Sparkles?" He asked, taking Harry seriously. I don't care if she's an imaginary friend. Sirius thought. She's definitely welcomed here.

Harry bit his lip, gauging Sirius' mood.

"I remember meeting her at the park near the Dursleys," Harry finally admitted deciding to give Sirius the bare minimum. "I...hit my head and fell down." Harry's emerald eyes skittered away from his godfather's. "And...she cushioned my fall with her body. I nearly crushed her. But...she saved me...and said she would always protect me until I was no longer a hatchling." Harry finished in a whisper.

Sirius lightly put his finger under Harry's chin. "Look at me, kiddo." He said softly.

Grimacing, Harry obeyed. The fear, trepidation and defiance warred in his striking eyes.

"I am most grateful to Sparkles." Sirius said sincerely. "I'm glad you had someone watching over you while I was...in Azkaban."

Harry nodded. "Me too," Harry said, managing to hide his wince.

"You need to rest, Pup." Sirius said after a moment.

Kreacher Apparated.

"Notes delivered, Lord Sirius." He answered, his pale blue eyes flickering to Harry and back.

"Thank you, Kreacher," Sirius said as he noted Harry's interest―and exhaustion―in the Black House-Elf.

"Please stay with Harry," He said 'please,' but they both knew it is a command.

"Harry," he said warmly to his godson, surprising the boy with his name. "I want you to rest and eat whatever Lacie and Kreacher give you, OK?" He asked, reminding himself he is the adult in the room.

Harry blinked and nodded, before wincing. Sirius tucked Harry in, making the boy smile shyly at him. "I wish I could stay here," Sirius admitted with a sigh. "But I have some things to take care of before dinner. I'll check on you then, OK?"

Harry's stomach growled. "Thank you for letting me stay in this room." Harry said, remembering his literal beaten manners from Aunt Petunia.

Sirius laughed his signature bark. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, Harry." He said smiling at his godson. "This is your room. Originally, it was mine. And once you're feeling better you can change it to whatever you want."

The child's eyes went impossibly wide. "Really? I mean, thank you." The boy rushed, blushing. His eyes glancing around the dated ruby-and-grey décor*.

Sirius squeezed Harry's exposed hand. "Kreacher will make you something, Prongslet. And we'll talk more about decoration and stuff. I do have a decent eye but I must admit Her Ladyship is well-equipped." He said chuckling, before rising and exiting his former room.

Harry knew better. Nothing's truly mine. I'm not smart, strong or handsome like Sirius and sooner or later he'll grow tired of me just like the Dursleys. Harry closed his eyes briefly.

Kreacher watched the exchange closely, like a shadow Harry temporarily forgot.

He helped Harry sit up and made the child stew.

My Young Master is frightened. Kreacher's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt the House darken in reference to Its Heir's state. I hope Malthus finds this Sparkles and Kreacher will go investigate these...Muggles upon his return.

For the House of Black is known for Its Vengeance...and Its Heir has been wronged.

After interrogating Pettigrew she froze him in gelatin.

Don't want you willing and able. She thought mercurially.

It is a specific gelatin. It temporarily freezes all magical capability in whatever subject it holds*. It was secretly created by Lady Ursula Black. Only to be used by Séraphine for their more dangerous enemies.

«Guard him and hide him from anyone other than myself, Kreacher and Lord Sirius.» She commanded in High Latin to the Lestrange Manor which trembled under the Black Will in obedience.

She Willed herself to Sirius' side and grinned at him.

Sirius almost did not hear her as he read a letter from Madam Bones indicating she had Peter Pettigrew's severed hand negating previous conventional wisdom regarding the missing finger evidence linked to his death*.

He looked up and stared her. His expression equal parts triumphant, nervous and slightly mad.

"Séraphine," the wizard whispered. "Do you know what this means?"

Séraphine's petite stature straightened to her full height. "I had a little chat with the Rat, Lord Sirius. I hope you don't mind if I took the liberty of sending that windbag a message."

Sirius burst out laughing and surprised the House-Witch with a quick, tight hug before collecting himself.

"Merlin's balls," he swore. "I hope to never be on your bad side, My Lady Séraphine." He bowed to her with Pureblood's flourish.

Séraphine automatically curtseyed, surprised.

She told him how she entrapped the Rat and Sirius laughed, absolutely gleeful and nearly diabolical. In turn, he informed her of Malthus and sending him to meet the Dursleys.

The House-Witch turned suddenly looking upstairs where Their Heir remained just as Kreacher Apparated.

She understood Kreacher actually wanted to speak with her privately. Therefore, she gave Sirius the excuse to check on Harry's core while Kreacher asked Sirius about Lupin and Moody.

Sirius sensed the mood; however, he decided to let it slide.

"Not sure, actually...I want you to visit since Her Ladyship and I are here...see if they need your assistance or the House's." He commanded Kreacher, who bowed and Apparated.

Sirius went to his Study and began crossing off his chalkboard list.

"The snake," he muttered grimly.

Séraphine practically glided to Harry's door as she Willed it to read, Our Heir Harry James Potter-Black. Satisfied, she carefully opened it.

Unlike Sirius, Séraphine actually liked Harry's new eyes.

Such an honor to Our House. She internally gushed as she gracefully sat beside Harry's bed.

"Young Master?" She asked, surprised at how…gentle her voice sounded.

Harry turned his attention to her and smiled sweetly.

"Hello Lady Séraphine," Harry politely greeted, making the House-Witch blush silver.

He doesn't know I'm a servant to Our House. She thought. She would correct him later.

"May I check the Potter Totems, Young Master?" She asked. Séraphine always asked since it is a grave insult as one Pureblood House to another not to. Besides, she realized she is gaining the child's trust by moving slowly.

Harry nodded. His stomach rejoiced in the fine stew Kreacher made. His head pounded and his eyes watered against his will. Everything felt new; yet his body ached and throbbed as if someone bludgeoned him with Beater clubs from his possession.

He kept his eyes on her as she gently placed her hands on either side of his face. He could not help blushing at her close proximity despite her professionalism. He noted her bloodstain across her chest and wanted to ask but did not dare. Instead he focused on her elaborate black braid.

The totems are no longer tethered thanks to the Horcrux removal and Black Magic anchoring them to Harry's core.

However, they are as sore as Harry.

«Is there anything I can do?» Séraphine asked, feeling guilty.

The Potter Ravenlike Hippogriff barely stretched his wings. «We need more time to heal properly. Please place Our Heir under the Black Totems' protection until we've regained our strength.»

«Yes.» The Potter Serpentine Fawn agreed. «It will take us the better part of a few months to fully understand Our new position and Our new powers.» The Serpentine Fawn tilted his neck to the side before glancing at her.

«You have my word,» she demurred. «Lacie said she will tweak Our Heir's potions in order for him to receive the most benefit. Now he does not have that vile Horcrux.»

The Totems bowed to one another before Séraphine returned outside Harry's head. She removed her hands and surveyed her Young Heir.

To their surprise, Harry took her hand in his. He felt strangely trusting of the House-Witch. He supposed it is because she touched his core and did her utmost to protect him*.

"Will you tell me something, please?" Harry whispered. For some reason, his throat hurt and Séraphine helped Harry sit up and pressed a water goblet to his lips. He drank it, feeling stupid and vulnerable. However, it could not be helped.

I'm so glad my friends can't see what a baby I am.

"Of course, Young Master." She said readily. Curious dark eyes curious regarded him as she waited patiently. She is surprised the child seemed to like her.

"There's a...man named Pettigrew...and he is trying to hurt Snuf...Sirius." Harry whispered. He rubbed his scar. "And...I know he's planning on using something against Sirius." He continued with a frustrated sigh. "I just don't actually know what it is but Hermione said she would look into it."

"Hermione?" She echoed. Her eyes narrowing imperceptibly.

"Yes," Harry smiled, his expression softening. "She's very curious about the House and is probably at the library reading over what she can find. She said last year when I was...worried about Sirius that she would find something on Animagi because she believed it was something only Animagi could use to inflict pain on one another as opposed to regular people."

Séraphine nodded interestedly. "I shall see to it, Young Master." She said sincerely as Harry's serpentine eyes drooped and she hesitated before tucking him in and closing his drapes.

Pausing at the doorway, she remembered something.

The Martial Mage doll Lady Fangscales gifted to Harry was in his arms.

She closed the door softly behind her.

Definitely need to visit this girl soon.

Lupin, Moody, Capt. Lockjaw and Flameclaw used Goblin concealment magic. The Goblins could wield earth like none other. They made a camouflage encircling the hovel beside Little Hangleton and the manor itself.

To Muggle eyes, they would see the dilapidated structures as always.

Each man covered a corner of the hovel. The wizards placed a stone atop their wand tips as the stone melded to the wand.

It would protect their alibi.

They decided if asked they could prove it as the Gaunt Family owing the Bank. If any Aurors or Voldemort himself tried to investigate they would be unable to detect Moody or Lupin's magic. Kreacher appeared and offered a further solution since he explained Malthus and Séraphine are serving the House and to bring it to the Training Room.

"Ready?" Capt. Lockjaw commanded.

The men grunted in assent. As one they blasted the hovel wide open as Kreacher utilized the Black Blood Dome to protect the men and to contain the damage as the Horcrux leapt forward. Rising from Kreacher's chest, the Raven snatched it in its beak Willing it to the House to be dealt with.

Remus wrinkled his nose in disgust. His Wolf detected foul remnants of the hovel's former residents. Grimacing, he turned to the team.

"I think we need to set a trap for the Dark Lord," he said finally. His amber gaze zeroed in on Little Hangleton. "especially since I doubt we tipped him off….we didn't destroy this Horcrux and I doubt he'll notice it once he's returned to Little Hangleton."

The Goblins shared a gruesome grin.

"It'll be our pleasure to get started." Flameclaw said.

The wizards and Kreacher replaced what they destroyed in case Voldemort's paranoia led him to investigate.

Remus spent the next several minutes removing their scents from the surrounding area with the help of the team and his Wolf.

No idea if snakes can smell like we can. He said to his Wolf. But I'd rather not risk it.

His Wolf agreed and urged them to hurry.

"We think he's on his way...and soon." Remus said grimly to the team.

The Goblins used various means and of their magic which Moody inclined his head to Remus to turn from lest they incur the Goblins' wrath at looking at their magical secrets.

Not curious enough to jeopardize their Banking relations Kreacher, Remus and Moody began to send reports to Sirius and Ragnok as the Goblins magicked their way around Little Hangleton.

"There," Flameclaw said decisively. "I suggest we return in the morning."

Capt. Lockjaw nodded sagely. "Best part of the hunt." He commented before turning to his colleagues. "We have rigged the manor for the Dark Lord's magical signature Her Ladyship copied*." He said, respect in his voice. "No idea how she managed that…" The Goblins exchanged a look. It would benefit the Bank to learn the Black secret but they knew better than to ask.

Keeping the disguises the team Apparated to their respected quarters and leaders to give a full report.

Four hours later a furious, starving and driven Nagini made her way into Little Hangleton unaware of the dangers lurking in the corner for her Master.

They settled in for the night.

Séraphine smiled cruelly as she summoned the Black Magic surrounding the Gaunt Ring.

«Malthus,» She commanded in High Latin after learning the totem's true name. «where are you?»

«Searching, My Lady, per Our Heir's order.» He answered readily.

«Come to us….we must finish this threat first.»Séraphine said. She was secretly pleased Harry continued to speak with Malthus and ingratiating himself to trusting his Parseltongue abilities.

«As you wish, My Lady.» The Basilisk hissed.

He finished casing the Dursley residence. His tongue flicking. He sensed the Dark Witch's magical signature nearby.

The Basilisk did not care for the Muggles. For all he cared, they would die by the Dark Witch's hand. However, in an inconspicuous corner of their backyard he did find a Smooth snakeskin.

I'll return. Malthus promised. And I'll bring you to My Heir.

Willing himself to the House he approached Séraphine who informed him, the Raven and Kreacher of their plans.

She would safeguard the Gaunt Ring using the House as a power base while Kreacher Apparated Malthus and the Raven to Little Hangleton.

«I've no doubt this other snake will put up a fight.» She admitted.

«I'll handle her.» Malthus hissed, his eyes glowing platinum-and-black. It was definitely personal.

Séraphine chuckled. «No doubt.» She said. «Once you've finished there. Return to me as I hold the Gaunt Ring.»

The Raven lifted the Basilisk in Its Claws as they Willed themselves to Little Hangleton.

Showtime. The House-Witch smirked. She made certain that Lord Sirius remained with Harry and the child's room became the most lethally protected room in the House next to the Study and the Master Suite.

She did not want to inopportune their quiet bonding. She knew Lord Sirius would protect Their Heir with his life and magic and did not want the child to be alone.

Nagini was exhausted from being pushed by her Master's insistence and paranoia. She told him to retreat and now they were hunted.

Absurd. She thought. Her furious red eyes glowing as she curled in herself. I'll swallow our enemies myself.

Nagini and Voldemort assumed the Gaunt Ring is safe since no one knew the location. In the morning they would reintroduce the duo and Voldemort would take on human form. The snake had scoped out the old gardner living at the base of the manor and figured they would have just enough power to overtake his soul. If all else failed, Nagini would kill him with her venomous bite.

Resting, Nagini did not react fast enough to the vise-like grip on her body squeezing her so hard she felt blood vessels pop. At her throat is a pair of Basilisk fangs.

The Raven beat Its Wings and created a Black Magic vortex. Kreacher summoned the Black Blood Dome around the Basilisk and Nagini as both Voldemort and his snake struggled and fought for their lives.

The Raven began to claw and peck the malicious viper and everytime It ripped the snake's body and blood flowed more Black Magic seeped into her pores.

Searching, preying on Voldemort's last Horcrux shard.

The miasma began to gather and Voldemort attempted to overtake Kreacher's mind.

Fortunately, when the Raven summoned the Black Magic it maintained a conduit with Séraphine and she plunged her consciousness into Voldemort's. Thereby, safeguarding Kreacher's liability as the only living House Servant.

Voldemort screamed hatefully as he thrust his energies in fighting Séraphine. In response, she did the mental equivalent of chokehold. The House-Witch applied pressure fraying his mind with Dark Magic.

The Raven beat Its Wings recreating the vortex while Kreacher maintained the predatory Black Blood Dome.

As one, Séraphine shattered Voldemort's mind. The Raven ripped the twisted, gnarled demonic baby's body from deep within Nagini after shredding her tail. Malthus buried his fangs into Nagini's neck, using real Basilisk venom, killing her instantly.

Kreacher enclosed the demonic baby's body within the Black Blood Dome as its feathers-and-scales shrunk to eat Voldemort's last Horcrux before Malthus supplied his venom into the Dome eradicating Voldemort.

Returning to Nagini, the Basilisk ate her as a natural ophiophagus*. Kreacher quickly swept the room with House-Elf magic and together the totems and Kreacher returned to the House.

Severely weakened, the Gaunt Ring pulsated in fear as it sensed the predators.

It did not put up much of a fight.

Séraphine considered the Gaunt Ring a trophy and Rite of Conquest.

She wore it.

The totems bowed and replenished their energies.

Séraphine and Kreacher made their way to Harry's room and watched as the child intuitively turned toward them in his sleep with Sirius guarding his child as Padfoot at his feet.

The House of Black servants looked at one another. Worth it. Their expressions said.

They closed the door and decided to settle in for the night. The House going into Lockdown mode, providing relief for all Black Servants.

"My Lady," Kreacher said, garnering the House-Witch's undivided attention as she recalled he wanted to speak with her. "Our Heir is deeply frightened of these Muggles. May I...visit them?"

"Absolutely." She decreed, her dark eyes flashing. "But only gather intelligence. We will let Lord Sirius determine the course of action."

References: predominately creative license with some Pottermore and Harry Potter Wikia.

Malfoy Privacy Wards: I always felt Narcissa was given little attention or power despite being a 'respectable,' Pureblood Lady. I felt like each family should have something special to them and decided the Malfoys are a secretive lot and ought to have a comparable gift to the fictional Black Blood Wards. Furthermore, there are some things each parent should have with their children separately and jointly. This new world order will be her cross to bear.

Sirius' Room: completely from the OotP movie.

Pettigrew's finger: totally canon from the book, PoA.

The UmBitch: I despise this woman. She will pay dearly for what she does to Harry in canon, I can assure you of that. How unfortunate, that she has a pretty middle name which is derived from both Harry Potter Wikia and Pottermore. I sincerely believe it is the same as Lily's middle name or some variant like Janet. I say so because in an earlier chapter I referenced her signature in the canon as 'Lily J. Potter,' which had a nice ring to it for Harry James to rhyme with along with Hermione Jean. That is UmBitch's actual long-winded title from canon.

Magical Gelatin: total AU. I felt the HoB would have something similar to the Goblins for subjecting their enemies to Squibdom. It merely freezes their enemies' magic for however long they remain inside the gelatin structure. It does not actually make someone a Squib as that is something only the Goblins can do in this storyline.

Magical Signatures: I know I did not go in depth; despite hinting at when Séraphine first started taking on Harry's core and using Dark Magic/Legilimency/Occlumency to protect Harry from Voldemort. She is able to copy and recognize magical signatures (e.g. Dumbledore and the Dark Witch) since she is 'technically,' a totem like the Potter and Black animals. What makes her unique is she was once mortal. Therefore, she is able to replicate using the House as her power base and pass it as one mortal to another (i.e. wizards and Goblins). It is not an infinite capability. She actually has to touch a core. Voldemort attacked Harry's core, mind, body and soul. Therefore, Séraphine is intimately familiar with Harry's magic. It also explains why Harry is partial to her since he recognizes on a visceral level that she never would have done something so extreme unless she needed to protect him. Touching a magical core is strictly forbidden unless absolutely necessary (and used by trained Healers) because it could irrevocably harm a person. While Séraphine admitted she is not a Healer earlier in the story; she did receive permission from the Potter Totems. They were willing to risk being 'Dark,' by the Black Magic than to be corrupted/enforced Squibdom/Harry's death in order to obey Lily's sacrificial orders to protect Harry. It is why Séraphine is so respectful and contrite which endears her further to Harry/the Potter Totems.

Ophiophagus: tough word to actually say. Basically, it means snake-eater since the Basilisk is derived from the cobra (really cool with weasels as the natural enemy. Totally YouTube it) this makes it more gruesome and poetic justice to that awful Nagini.

Please note: this is not the end of the story since I had to finish off Voldemort and move forward with Dumbledore, the Dark Witch and the Ministry. So many characters to interweave and flesh out:-). I did not want to over-complicate this chapter...hence, why it was broken into three parts. This storyline is definitely going to be more than 40 chapters. Please be patient and review!