This is a Harry Potter & Familiar of Zero Cross Over Fanfiction Only.

To say that the next few days were taxing was clearly something I would never say, it was a true test of my patience and my ability to control my temper, after a solid month taking lessons from that clown it took everything in me first not to scream that he should have his head cut off and stuck on a pike, and at the beginning of the second month, I wanted to be the one to cut his head off.

The things he wrote that book were a joke and not a terribly funny one. I seriously think this idiot could not fight out of a paper bag, wet paper bag, the Cornish pixies were a clear display of his abilities. If the idiot can't handle basic household pests, this was going to be a long year for me.

In potions one day I flat out asked if someone could not slip a little Veritaserum into his juice, I would literally love for that to happen, I would ask him a single question that would expose him as the fraud I knew he was. Sadly Professor Snape said that it would take too long to get the needed ingredients and the brewing was nothing to sneeze at.

At the very least I had a heated discussion with Hermione about elf rights, and about her newest crush, at least she appeared to have a crush, she actually marked all dates Lockheart was going to teach with heart marks on her calendar, that pretty much reduced my appetite considerably. Myrtle was nice enough to tell me that as much as she would be happy to cause him a few scares, she really didn't want to be anywhere near him.

That should tell you how bad a person he is, not even the spirit of the dead wanted to be near the man, I honestly wish I had that option too. I sent a wordy letter to the Prophet telling them should they even think about printing a picture of me and that clown, there would be hell to pay.

To say that he was surprised when he tried to sell them a picture like that would be hilarious, he was actually complaining about it with Professor Snape while they ate breakfast one day. I guess the old Potter share of Prophet stocks is useful sometimes after all.

My classes were at most boring, I was permitted to try and brew the truth potion I asked Professor Snape for and he was, of course, one hundred percent right, the potion was a very difficult potion to make, but since the dungeon was the only place Professor Blowhard, I mean Professor Lockhart would always avoid I had a very private place to brew my potions.

One night after a long night of trying to cut back on the ingredients and time needed to brew the potion, I came across something that was hanging from one torch holder. It was none other than Mrs. Norris, and something was written on the wall, it seemed to be blood.

The last thing I needed was Filch finding us, and screaming like a maniac that I had murdered his friend. I told him to calm down, that the cat was petrified, of course, he didn't believe me and had every teacher come and see the horrible crime I had committed, he honestly wanted to have me executed. It took Albus telling them that I was right, the cat was petrified and that someone my year would not even know how to cast the spell required.

The message made no sense to me, "The chamber of secrets has been opened, enemies of the heir beware." This makes absolutely no sense to me at all. I spend at least two hours a week in that chamber and the so-called beast in said chamber is my good friend. I mean hell she even said that she was willing to become my second familiar.

That Basilisk is as friendly as you can get. Honestly, she even asked Myrtle to forgive her, she only looked at her because Myrtle actually startled her and caused her quite a fright. In truth ever since Myrtle and she met, they actually became rather good friends. I kid you not, she actually spends more time talking with her than I do.

That chamber is a treasure trove for people like me, there are books the school doesn't even know they have. I just know they are going to try and use this as a means to humiliate me or to punish me for my not so flattering comments about Professor Lockhart's teaching ability or lack of thereof.

I woke up early and decided to have a brief and early breakfast. The last thing I needed was someone making fun of me, yes, I am an heir of Salazar Slytherin, and truth be told I am quite proud of that fact. Salazar did have some very valid reasons why his anger against teaching muggle-born wizards and witches, let's just say it if someone butchered and burned my wife and children like they did he would I feel any different?

Everyone kept making heated arguments about what the supposed Beast was, and who was going to be the next victim, some even mentioned what I was thinking that I was indeed a descendant of Slytherin. When asked I told them that in fact, I was. Big mistake on my part, I was just being honest. Muggle-born were avoiding me like I had leprosy.

"Honestly Harry why waste your venom on a cat of all things, there are plenty of mudbloods to take care of." I had enough with the whispers and maybe it was my quick temper but I decided to look at him with as much killer intent as I could muster and told him the message said enemies of the heir, that didn't mean pureblood wizards or witches could not also be considered enemies of the heir.

For the next three days, I had to put up with George and Fred making fun of me, the only reason I put up with it is that it was funny. One day they kept following me and Fred said that "Evil Wizard coming through, he is probably going to meet with the beast of the chamber to see who is going to be attacked next."

I turned around and looked at them both, just when I was outside Myrtle's place of residence. "Actually you are quite right, I am having a meeting in the Chamber, do you boys want to come and meet my friend that lives in the Chamber of secrets? I wish you would, it would be such jolly good fun."

They both pretended to run away acting like they were scared, I turned around and walked into the bathroom. "Myrtle, I am going to meet with our friend, do you want to come along? I think our friend might be a little upset that people are calling her a beast and blaming her for what happened to that cat."

As it turns out I was right, you think that snakes can't be sad because they can't cry, but my friend was truly hurt, sad, and angry. It took me twenty minutes to calm her down and explain that something had petrified a cat, and wrote a disturbing message on a wall.

She told me it was impossible for anyone to order her to do that, and she would never do that unless if she felt threatened, the last time she did, she felt horrible about it for years. Myrtle told us it was the day she died and she knew she was being honest, large part why Myrtle and she became such good friends.

I knew there were three methods to petrify someone, first was the eyesight of a Basilisk, with that ruled out, there were only two left, a spell but who would hurt that cat with a spell? The last was a potion, but that required the blood of a Basilisk and not in a small quantity either. So the spell was probably the method they chose to petrify Mrs. Norris.

All that week I had a horrible feeling that it was going to be something like a Death Eater that did this, or someone being controlled by the wrath of Tom. The other thing I felt bad about was that Professor Sprout would have to cultivate some mandrakes and that whoever petrified our Mrs. Norris should have done the world a favor and petrified Gilderoy Lockhart instead, I wouldn't have to listen to him read his own book at us.

You might say I am biased, and maybe you are right, I am a little, after all I am only human, but the man was an absolute failure as far as I could remember, the man was really such a pathetic failure and some of the stuff he says in those books are utter rubbish.

Since the spectacular failure of his first class, we would be forced to endure what I should say a more lecture form of teaching, to me it had another name for it all together, I called it nap time. I swear listening to that idiot talk about all that stuff in the book he was holding would make anyone fall asleep, well they anyone that didn't have Hermoine Granger poking at my ribs with her wand every time I was about to fall asleep.

I am not kidding, she kept poking at me trying to keep me from falling asleep. I know she is doing this to keep me from getting horrible grades and preventing me from losing house points, and I can see that she truly was a good friend, but at times I want to stun her and so that I could just take my nap, there was nothing to learn from that fool.

Potions finally came and for some, they felt that I was insane, I actually was looking forward to my class with Snape believe or not. At least there I would learn something useful, transfiguration class was a joy, charms I simply loved the way our professor did such a wonderful job of explaining everything. My history professor was actually shocked to see that I was paying attention.

To be honest after an hour of listening to Lockhart nothing in this world could be as boring or as horrible as that. "So Potter tell me how are you enjoying being taught by such a world recognized celebrity?"

I looked at Snape and tried very hard not to smile, "After two classes with him, I honestly wish they would fire him and make you the teacher of that class Professor, at least then I would learn something. I don't think to learn what his favorite food, or what is his favorite song is going to be useful to get a good job at the Ministry."

He looked at me much like my esteemed ghost professor, "And what would you like to learn here today in this class?" I told him without even blinking how to make veritaserum would be a potion I would very much love to learn to make.

Snape looked at me and began to nod his head, "As much as I would love to teach you that potion Potter, it is a potion that is controlled by the Ministry, and it is considered a NEWT level class. You must gain an O for your OWL level test to even be considered to take that class. If you keep up with your current grades I don't see why you should not attend my NEWT Potion Class when the time comes."

I felt rather disappointing, a single drop of that potion and the braggart that is Lockhart would finally be exposed. As the year went by and I spent more time in the chamber I finally met who it was that had been petrifying all these people, it was Ginny, well, in reality, it was the memory possessing Ron's sister.

Both my friend were rather angry that the memory of the current Dark Lord was doing all this, my Basilisk friend was practically hissing up a storm, I simply can't repeat some of the things she was screaming at the image that came out of that moldy diary. In truth, I can say what she was saying, but a gentleman does not talk like that in front of a lady, even if one of those ladies was really that angry.

When that memory called her nothing more than a useless tool, she did something I never expected, she spits venom at Ginny causing her to drop the book, the venom did not touch her, but as the book fell my good Basilisk friend bite that book clean in half. I don't know about you, but seeing a Basilisk destroy that book and ruining the plans of Voldemort was amazing.

The other thing was that it was proven, the position of Professor of DADA is cursed, turns out that the memory of Voldemort did have one victim after all, Gilderoy Lockhart was found petrified and quite dead, he was found outside by the looks of it handing out signed autographed photos of himself, the only weird thing is why didn't he have any clothes on and his face had this smile on his face.

All in all it was not the way I would have wanted him to go, it was far too peaceful, the man deserved to suffer, especially since I actually found how he obtained the information for his books, the guy kept a rather detailed journal and wouldn't you know it he actually wrote in his last will that I would be the one to inherit said journal.

To make matters worse the first page inside was a dedication as it were, to Harry Potter, my biggest fan. I am not kidding that is what he wrote in his journal. Yes, I sure hope Hell has a warm and special place for him.

My Fourth year was about to start and how did it start? The usual I met with my good friends Neville and Hermoine on the train, and we discussed how much fun we were going to have this coming year. No, that is how I wish my Fourth year started, it actually started with me trying to comfort and give emotional support to my very depressed friend, who just learned her favorite author stole credit for everything he ever was accredited of achieving, well not the dazzling smile award, he won that.

I looked at her and placed my hand on her shoulder, her sobbing was really making me feel nervous. "Oh come on Moine, cheer up, our new DADA professor will be a lot better, that you could possibly do worse than a narcissistic, plagiarizing, bisexual pedophile. They would have to literally get the dark lord to teach that class."

Neville told me not to say it out loud or it might happen. As far as I could remember it was not supposed to be someone else in the compartment, he looked like he had not had a good night sleep, I felt bad about him and I decided to use a summoning charm to bring out one of my blankets and placed it on him.

As we traveled the temperature of the compartment began to go down, and suddenly I felt like I was at the home of my Aunt and Uncle, that is when a person wearing a hood came in and I knew who or more importantly what it was. The dementors know the language of snakes, and since I was technically a dark wizard I looked at both of them as they came to the door.

"I demand to know what is the meaning of this?" One of the dementors came close to me and tried to make me fear her, it was not working. The other looked at me and began nodding his head. I was not happy about this one bit, I imagine our new professor could use some sleep, I didn't want him to lose that chance for nonsense.

"We apologize, young man, we are searching for an escaped criminal. He is the one named Sirius Black, a man accused of being a mass murderer. Is someone here by that name?" I told him no there is no one by that name here, the only man here was Professor Lupin.

She told me that I was a liar and was more than likely protecting the criminal. That is when I touched my ring, "You better tell your partner to be careful of whom she decides to insult. I will make you pay for such insults if you continue to insult me. I shall not allow such dishonor to remain unpunished."