dreams, spells, internal thoughts

.:parseltongue:.

Chapter two

Sunrise came too early and Harry could see the dark eye bags circling his eyes. He quickly snuck down into the Chamber of Secrets to get some clothes from Salazar's closet, but he realized not only did he have no idea what kind of clothes they wore in the 70s, the basilisk was still alive.

"Oh, hic, boys aren't allowed in the girl's bathroom. Especially at this hour." Myrtle's voice called out from her toilet.

"Myrtle dear, how are you? Harry asked, trying to get her on his side.

Myrtle cheeks became more transparent as she blushed. "Oh, aren't you a gentleman. No one ever asks me how I am."

"You won't tell anyone I was here, will you, darling?" Harry replied smoothly.

If her cheeks could blush any more, they would have become invisible.

"Of course not, hic, just come back and see me will you?' she asked.

"Of course I can come back and see you dear. Thank you for not saying anything." and he gave her a cheeky wink.

Harry hissed and the sinks slowly moved that showed the entrance to the Chamber. He slid down the chute and cleaned the slime off his robe. He realized he should have bought a rooster down with him just in case the basilisk was as deranged as last time. He entered the opened area and memories flooded him. Ginny lying on the cold stone, her face, pale as fresh fallen snow. Riddle's lengthy speech helped him remember the passcode for the basilisk's den. Harry closed his eyes before he spoke.

.:Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four:. The ominous rumble of the mouth to the Basilisk's nest slowly opened up and it slithered out of its slumber.

.:Who beside my Master dare speak to me?:.

.:I do:. Harry said holding his hands behind his back to hide how bad they were trembling. He was really regretting not bringing a rooster with him.

.:You speak my noble tongue?:. Harry could hear the shock in her voice.

.:Will you petrify me if I open my eyes?:.

.:Of course not, you speak so I shall not harm:. Harry visibly relaxed and opened his eyes to see the four houses basilisk, her aquamarine scales reflecting in the torch light, her vivid yellow eyes boring into his emerald green ones.

.:Thank you, what is your purpose?:. Harry asked

.:I protect the school from non-magicals. Salazar put me here to protect the students:.

.:What about that girl who guards the chamber's entrance? She was killed by your gaze:.

The snake gave off a strangled noise which almost sounded like a sob.

.:That was not on my free will, I was forced to do it under another speaker thirty some years ago:. it choked out.

.:More reason to kill him:. Harry muttered, not realizing he was still speaking in Parseltongue.

.:Yes, he placed me under his control and forced me to "cleanse the school" and kill the students. I told him that was not my job and he got angry and lashed out. I wept for my Salazar afterward she was killed because of how polluted his descendants became. The boy called me weak, but he was not right in the mind:. The basilisk said softly.

.:I am sorry for what you had to go through. Do you have a name?:.

.:Salazar named me Beleza:.

.:A perfect name, beauty, for you. I'm Harry:.

.:Nice to meet you, Harry:.

.:I have to get some clothes now, I will see you soon:.

.:I will see you later, I am craving for the acromantulas I smell in the forest:.

Harry chuckled softly as Beleza left and turned to enter Salazar's personal chambers. The familiar room was the only similarity between his time and the past, even the layering of dust was the same. He quickly got the clothes from the closet and when turned to the mirror as he put on the clothes, he realized why everyone said he looked like his father. Beside the bone-tired look in his eyes and the numerous cuts and slashes all over his body, they were the same from the way their mouth would sit and the size of their hands.

"This is going to be a problem. Everyone is going to be bewildered with two James Potters running around." Harry laughed without humor at his own joke.

I must have looked really beat up yesterday for the Marauders and Dumbledore to not recognize the similarities between me and dad. Wait, I can't even call him dad, he's James Potter, a seventeen year old kid.

Harry lengthened his hair, it turned out less messy this way, and used a parsel-keyed glamours that wouldn't even get past Mad-Eye Moody's magical eye. He decided to be a bit vindictive because of how much harboured hate he had against Dumbledore to make himself seem very similar to Tom Riddle other than his eyes. When Tom said that they are similar, he wasn't only talking about their upbringings. They both had dark hair and and a similar face shape. His skin paled and his cheek bones became more pronounced. He grew a couple of inches in height and he covered up scrawny body so his he didn't seem as emancipated. Camping for a little more than 9 months on leaves from the ground and whatever Hermione could concoct, with the rare chances they could snatch food off some open market stall, he looked pretty bad. It was nothing compared to his childhood at the Dursleys, but at least the Hogwarts elves could make his stomach a little more filled.

Once he finished his glamours, he checked the time and saw that he still had time before breakfast so he decided to visit Slytherin's portrait. He walked toward the library which was connected to his study. When he entered the library, Harry marveled over the sheer amount of books and ancient tomes in the room. He turned to his left and saw the familiar face which he had spent so much time talking to in the Chamber.

.:Hello Salazar Slytherin:.

.:Who is it-:. he started .:You are that shame of a descendant, you taint on my line:. Salazar hissed out viscously. Harry quickly removed the glamour.

.:I am Harry James Potter. You probably don't know me, but I have somehow travelled back in time:. Salazar gave him a calculating look for a few seconds before he snorted.

.:Somehow? People don't somehow travel back in time. What did you do, boy?:.

Harry winced as his harsh tone along with the use of the world boy.

.:I was hit with the killing curse by the same person you saw earlier, but he had become deranged. He lost his sanity when he used a ritual to create another body for himself:. Harry waited patiently for Salazar to call him a liar.

.:I believe you:. Harry's felt like his eyebrows reached his hairline by how wide his eyes were.

.:You do?:. Harry blurted out incredulously.

.:What? People don't just make up things like that. And I am centuries old, if I can't tell that you are lying, I would be losing my touch:. he replied snootily with the sarcastic humor Harry was familiar with. His shoulders visibly loosened.

.:Sal, can I can you Sal?:. when he nodded, Harry continued. .:I don't know what to do. The magical world 30 some years later is a disaster. Alistar said that I had a chance in the past, but what can I do and what can't I do?:. Salazar seemed to think for a moment before he answered.

.:Time magic was an untouched subject, though Rowena dabbled in it. I want to say keep the timeline the same, but Alistar told you not to waste this chance so it is possible that you are reseting time. The timeline you were in is could now be completely gone:. Salazar said with a thoughtful look. Harry checked the time and realized it was nearing breakfast.

.:I will see you later, Sal, and Beleza says hello:. Harry said before he slipped out of the Chamber, his mind busy on what Salazar said as he made his way to breakfast. It was still pretty early so he pulled out one of the books he grabbed from the Chamber's library which he charmed to make it look like a charms textbook and slowly ate his toast. He was so lost in the book that he didn't notice two people sitting in front of him.

"Earth to Harry" Mark yelled, amused. "You seem really out of it. And you seem different today."

"Oh hey guys, sorry about that, i'm just tired." He forgot that he was a hufflepuffs and that they care about everyone. He had to act more like one or else everyone would be questioning why he was with the badgers. Okay, nice and bubble, nice and bubbly, he chanted internally.

He was saved from saying anymore about his changes because Professor Sprout came to hand out their schedules.

"What are you taking?" Evan asked.

"Transfiguration, charms, potions, DADA, healing, and dueling." He had found out they actually had more classes than what they had during his years at Hogwarts. He was pretty sure the war had something to do with it because of the decline of students and teachers, but he wouldn't put aside Dumbledore having a part in the decline in Hogwarts education.

"You're taking six NEWTs classes? They asked at the same time. It was eerily similar to Fred and George which brought a lump to his throat.

"Yeah, I might as well give it a try." He had gotten hurt so much it would only benefit him to learn some healing and he had read that parseltongues had an affinity with healing. Duelling also seemed like fun and he could say he already had experience (not traditional of course, who can "bow to death"), and if it was anything like Defense Against the Dark Arts, he would probably ace it.

"Well, let's get moving, shall we?"

They had potions first and the room actually had sunlight in it unlike Snape's musty room. What he really wasn't prepared for was the beautiful face of his mother, fiery red hair and her soft emerald green eyes sparkling with laughter at something Sirius had said. His father was sitting right next to her with a lovesick face and it made his heart clench. Their lighthearted bantering and laughter was music to his ears because he had never heard them so happy before.

He quickly snapped out of it and went to a seat in the back of the room.

"Class, settle down now." Slughorn's voice called out over the chatter. He visibly faltered and paled when he saw Harry's face and he smirked inwardly at his gullibility. At least now I don't have to worry about an invitation to his slug club."

"A-a-all right, as a review, I want everyone to get started on the Draught of Living Death. Don't forget this is your NEWTS year. I can promise all of you that Professor McGonogal will dress all of you down for her class, so I will save you another 20 minutes of talking. Right, get started!" He clapped his hands and the first two students up were Lily Evans and Severus Snape. He could see James and Sirius giving Snape dark looks, while Lily just ignored him. Harry guessed that they hadn't made up since Snape called her a mud blood.

While Slughorn looked cheerful, he could see the fear lurking behind his eyes. Harry wasn't that mean, but he wanted to get him back for how many times he tried to force him to go to his parties because he wanted the boy who lived in his collection.

He went through the motions in class, enjoying the calmness in the classroom that was never there when he took potions. He also found his gaze going back to his parents. He absorbed every feature and the sounds of their voices. He promised himself he would save them.

Afterwards, he went with Abbott and Bones to Defense. They were the only Hufflepuffs that were taking Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWTS. He walked in the put in the class full of Slytherins and Gryffindors which wasn't surprising because Dumbledore always seemed to believe his method of putting the two of the most most hostile groups of people together would make them like one another.

"Silence! I am Professor Thornen and I will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year." he barked.

Micheal Thornen was a retired Auror who had worked in the Auror Corps for many years but he left because he was hit with a dark paralyzing curse to the leg which had no counter curse. He was knowledgeable in spells and defense, but not that good with students. He tended to take to extreme approach to everything and he acted like a watered down version of Moody.

"This year for NEWTS, we will be learning how to protect yourself in the real world. I doubt any of you bugger should stand a chance against the rising threats to the wizarding world. The rising death eaters won't hesitate to use the Unforgivables or the dementors of Azkaban.

The dueling course will be combined. Professor Flitwick has agreed to supervise our in school tournament." This got all the students sitting up higher. "It will be against the fifth, sixth, and seventh years and the winner will not have to take their end of course exams and 50 points to their house, as they will just focus on their NEWTS. As I doubt any of you have ever faced the end of a wand, I expect all of you to not be up to the standards." He eyed everyone of them, and then faced the Slytherins.

"Now, I know every single one of you knows the rising Dark Lord, who goes by his self styled name, Voldemort." There was a collected intake of breath and more than one Gryffindor screamed at the name. Harry rolled his eyes as he continued. "I don't want to see lethal magic in this classroom unless it is allowed. I do not want to hear the words mudblood, blood traitor, or pure blood either. I don't care if you are part of the Sacred 28 or if your parents are muggles. My job is to teach you and if you make my job harder than it has to, I will gladly kick all of your asses out of my classroom." he finished, given all of them a stern look. The Slytherins looked like they could care less.

Harry's respect for the man skyrocketed as he had a good feeling about this year's defence class. He hoped that he could finally break his streak of deadly defence teachers who were either useless or they were out to kill him.

When he had them get up and pair off to practice spells with another student, Abbott and Bones paired off which left Harry standing awkwardly in the middle of the class.

"Oh, is the widdle badger is all by himself" a voice taunted him to the left

Harry turned and was faced with the young Bellatrix Black. Harry's hatred for her flared for a moment before he calmed himself.

"And you are…?" he softly, having to consciously control his voice to not show how much he wanted to rip her head off.

She gave off a cackling laugh and the room immediately quieted down. He saw Sirius giving him a concerned look and the Slytherin's were not so discreetly starting bets on whether or not she would beat him or not.

"The newbie 'puff wants to know my name" she giggled in her baby voice which grated on his nerves.

Professor Thornen's voice broke out of the increasing ominous silence. "Begin, stop wasting your time." he yelled out.

Bellatrix immediately sent off her first curse which definitely wasn't light or gray. Harry had to dodge it quickly because her aim was pretty good. I bet Voldemort taught her how to aim like that. Even though her spells were off, they were still close enough for him to feel the dark magic dripping off of her spells. He could already sense her magic becoming more and more deranged.

Harry could do Dark and Light so he was known as Grey. The library in the Chamber of Secrets was full of forgotten spells and after Sirius died, he got full access tot he black library which also contained the darkest books. Unlike Dumbledore who was light oriented or Voldemort who was as dark as they get, Harry mastered both. Greys were very rare because people who dabbled in dark magic often drowned in it.

He sent back his own spells that were visibly light to not draw attention. Bellatrix started her taunting again when she saw that he wasn't going to hit her back with similar dark spells like her.

"Aw, the newbie doesn't know how to play. You itty bitty baby- you will never win, you mudblood ." she hissed at the end.

Harry continued to dodge and send back meaningless prank jinxes, some already turning her hair vividly pink, not that she noticed.

"What about your parents, I bet they are better off dead with a disappointment like you." she jeered.

Harry saw red.

"How dare you" he said, deadly calm in a whisper. "My parents are dead, you insane bitch."

He fired off a parsel stunner against his better judgment, but he was too mad to care.

Bellatrix was so shocked at his change of demeanor that she didn't have a chance to duck the glowing green spell.

Parseltongue spells usually came out neon green, similar to the killing curse because they were more powered with emotions. With this realization, he saw every single head turned toward him.

The professor immediately got up, about to rip him to shreds, but Harry got there first.

"It's just a stunner which I changed to the color green for a surprise." he lied. He casted a quick muffliato around him and woke her up with the parsel counter.

The students in the class visibly relaxed, as they thought he had actually killed her, but they probably wouldn't have been mad about it. Many were surprised that a Hufflepuff was able to beat a slytherin.

Bellatrix gave him a deep scowl which promised revenge, but was glad that no one heard him speak Parseltongue. He didn't need a repeat of second year with people hailing him as "the Heir of Slytherin."

He quickly left the class, keeping a close eye on the marauders, talking animatedly at his success, and the Slytherins, already planning their revenge

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