A/n: Again, memories are kinda random so we may come back to first year later or skip ahead to summer after 4th year, etc.
I tried involving Hedwig in this chapter and failed miserably so you will have to wait another chapter to even get the start of seeing her come back. I can't promise that she will be back any chapter soon but she is definitely on the way!
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"Quiet!" the centaur representative thundered this time. "There is more in the stars as part of this than is obvious. Prioritize before arguing or Mars will shine brightly over blood soaked fields to the final sleep of all!"
"Well, lets start with confirming a few things," the goblin representative said into the uncomfortable and very sheepish silence after a few minutes. "Is the Basilisk fully dead? And were there any more in that chamber? Are there other dangers lurking under Hogwarts which could threaten us all? And how do we confirm if they are a threat if any are known to exist? The dead basilisk, should it have perished as the memory indicates, is obviously spoils for the young warrior that will have to be handled. However, unless its an immediate threat it can wait a bit more as it has already waited several years."
"I guess I should answer?" Harry offered carefully. "As far as I know that particular Basilisk is really dead and was the only one. I didn't really do any exploring since it was a rescue mission and I haven't gone back since."
"I can confirm that as of 50 years ago that was the only Basilisk and that there is a great deal more area than what Harry saw," Voldemort added. He hadn't actually known about this encounter beyond Harry's random comments about the Basilisk and the Diary and the thought that such a thing could happen infuriated him. It did, however, drive home exactly how insane even just making the Diary had driven him and how lucky Harry was to have survived. "The Chamber and everything in it is largely secure as one needs to be a parselmouth to access anything. The more secure areas take more than just a simple parsel password to access. I also have no idea how extensive the tunnel system is and only a team under contract from Gringotts will be allowed to know more or explore it as it is a part of my inheritance from Salazar Slytherin. I do concede that the corpse belongs to Harry under Victory Spoils but anything else still belongs to me as Lord Slytherin."
"To head off any questions about breeding another Basilisk as we are the only Parselmouths in the region there is no plan at this time to be attempting such a folly," Severus put in quickly with a scowl. "Considering who each of us is and the possible value or resource such a creature might provide in various fashions I wanted to head off any speculation or rumors before they started. As to the harvesting of the corpse, should it still be possible, arrangements will be made at a later time and any sales will be strictly regulated to avoid abuse and misuse of the remaining salvageable parts."
There were any number of dangerous potions that used Basilisk parts, some of which would rival the Black Plague in their spread and destruction. Harry wasn't a Potions Master so he wouldn't realize how closely they would have to watch what went where when it came to the Basilisk ingredients.
"Just to put it on the table, can we ask for your family's aid in dealing with any future Basilisks or other serpent related incidents Lord Slytherin?" Madam Bones asked with a slight grimace.
The DMLE Head really didn't like the thought of another Basilisk existing but they were actually bred once a decade in very controlled circumstances and killed before living a full year. Any Basilisk allowed to live past 6 months started developing the killing gaze but it didn't become actually lethal to humans until they hit 13 months. The ingredients from the specially raised Basilisk were harvested immediately and sold at outrageous premium prices. To top it off one had to be a Potions Master with a special license and permit to even qualify for buying the maximum 6 oz. of venom at nearly 300 galleons a drop.
The amount of venom that had been pumped into Harry when he was bitten should have started melting him like acid. Instead the horribly expensive venom was counteracted by the equally expensive and impossibly powerful Phoenix Tears. Two rare ingredients flowing continually through his very blood. The source of his immunity to future poisons and venoms marked down on his medical report was now clearly evident.
"We maintain right of refusal but also agree to at least consult on whatever case may require it, provided the privilage isn't abused," Voldemort agreed cautiously. Good publicity and a possible working relationship with the Aurors was always a good thing.
"So noted and agreed," Madam Bones said with quickly hidden relief. A working relationship meant that if things went bad she could call for at least a meeting on the grounds of that relationship. It would be a perfect way to safely find out the truth behind whatever was going on at least as far as Voldemort was concerned.
After another hour of arguing over the events of his second year in a way that Harry simply couldn't track much less understand was ended very abruptly by an unexpected and previously unheard voice.
"Enough!" the vampire representative thundered. "We will get nowhere like this. We also don't have enough information to make any decisions or recommendations if these memories are in any way like the other memories that we will be reviewing. Prince Vlad Dracul will want personal copies of everything presented here. I already know that even with our envoy status this is going to be, how do the Americans put it? Above our pay grade. We can offer personal recommendations and resources but the final stance of our peoples, if only by virtue of the 1,000 year old Basilisk alone, will require higher authority. It will also require us all to hastily report everything once this investigation releases us for the day if we do not simply power through the information. The previous threat to the Children will require the ICW and a global conclave of all magical communities. Just as the modern mundane techniques and working with the mundane governments will require its own emergency conclave. Now, I recommend that Mr. Potter provide any other incidents of which he was aware of or a part of that threatened the school as a whole. We might as well determine if he has been acting as a guardian angel and for how long."
"Er, that would be first year... Halloween," Harry offered somewhat sheepishly.
The sharp look Harry got from his two Slytherins and Madam Bones was ignored. He very purposefully submitted his memories of the Troll incident, the end of the year obstacle course & confrontation over the Flamel's stone.
The troll memory opened up with the Halloween feast and Quirrell's dramatic entrance. There were murmurs of outrage and disgust at sending the students away from the perfectly defensible great hall. Half of the students would need to go near or through the dungeons where the troll was supposed to be after all. The scramble through the hallway to find Hermione was met with a certain amount of disapproval from the Slytherin Potions Master but no actual commentary. The discovery of the troll and rush to help Hermione though had Harry wondering in a sort of detached calm if he could have done something better. The memory ended as they left the area and its unconscious troll in favor of the common room.
"That," Voldemort said with deliberate calm. "Explains why the hat settled on Gryffindor after you rejected Slytherin house. Not surprising as you had been told that all Slytherins are evil instead of simply being fellow students."
Severus, on the other hand, was muttering curses over foolish Gryffindors.
The next set started with the same trio of first years opening the door to the forbidden corridor to find a sleeping Fluffy.
"You went past the bloody Cerberus?!" Severus hissed. Their first year memory cries as they conquered the Devil's snare that followed escaping the same Cerberus that the man was upset over echoed in the background. Nothing was said as Harry defeated the charmed keys and they passed the unconscious troll.
"Just watch," Harry hissed back as the live chess game began. Voldemort was tense next the pair of them as Ron won the chess match and Hermione solved the deadly potions riddle.
The confrontation with Quirrellmort, the mirror, and the stone had the Dark Lord quietly grumbling with grudging admiration. Severus, on the other hand, badly wanted to tan his son's bottom for his recklessness in that chamber and nearly getting killed, again!
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A/n:I will not try more discussions over the memories as I clearly suck at them. I will now go back to watching my bible study and Knitting the water themed pure cotton blanket that might turn into a blanket-coat object...