Title: Truth behind the name and the lies P.2
Pairing: DracoxHarry,
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them? Please read P.1 otherwise you maybe confused…
Makurayami Ookami-
'well written. this was good. hope it doesn't get stolen back like in the book.'- We'll see...
Evil Kitty Dictator-
'Man Draco is smart. You just can't help but admire him. Having a plan instead of just barging in like in the movie is the best thing to prevent them getting hurt so much. Now that they have the book things are gonna be different. Can't wait for the rest of the chapters. ^-^' - Draco is a Slytherin, they always have a plan or two. He doesn't want Harry in anymore danger then he is already.
Tempest of the Devil's Isles-
'I just discovered your series today and have decided that i am officially in love with it ^_^ this story is very well done it progresses wonderfully and for having a slytherin harry and drco and the malfoys not to mention Sev involved you've maintained Harrys Grffindor relationships perfectly especially since vie never really liked ickle ronnikins much. i can't wait to see what you give to us readers next in regards to this and i hope to see an update soon...it seems as if you update regularly and quickly so im totally excited ! great job and just aheads up im adding you to the C2 i help out with so please continue with the seires ( we don't allow stories or series that are incomplete or abandoned ;) but for you i'll make an exception si long as you continue with the seres to its completions) ^_^ anywho i believe im begining to ramble to sumurise things you rock this story rocks and i cant wait to see more because this is bloody wicked!'- Thank you, I'm enjoying writing it and the reception is encouraging. Harry should be a Slytherin, he just needs to balance his Gryffindor and Slytherin qualities. Ron is an annoying git who is inflexible and is only friends with Harry because it fuels his egos. I try to update relatively quickly so I keep my readers around. I don't mind adding me to a list if its a way to get more readers who enjoy the series. I plan on continuing it through what would be their seventh year. I'll keep what I feel is important such as the stone or the monster in the Chamber of Secrets. I have a few other stories you might be interested in.
Makurayami Ookami-
'well written. go draco. love that blaise remus severus stories so no oblections from me.'
Notes: Any objection to Remus having a crush on Severus?
Edit: Part 1 takes place in 1991. Part 2 happens in 1992, my mistake.
Chapter 24- Moaning Myrtle, the Chamber of Secrets and Two Horcruxes.
Draco, Harry, Blaisé , Fred, George and Benia flooed into Severus' office.
Making their way through the deserted castle to the out-of-order second floor girls' bathroom.
Moaning Myrtle was sitting on the tank of the end toilet. "Oh, it's you," she said when she saw them. "What do you want this time?"
"To ask you how you died," Draco smile.
Myrtle's whole aspect changed at once. She looked as though she had never been asked such a flattering question. "Ooooh, it was dreadful," she said with relish. "It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then —" Myrtle swelled importantly, her face shining. "I died."
"How?" Blaisé asked already guessing the answer.
"No idea," said Myrtle in hushed tones. "I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes. My whole body sort of seized up, and then I was floating away…" She looked dreamily at Harry. "And then I came back again. I was determined to haunt Olive Hornby, you see. Oh, she was sorry she'd ever laughed at my glasses."
"Where exactly did you see the eyes?" Fred asked a little morbidly curious.
"Somewhere there," said Myrtle, pointing vaguely toward the sink in front of her toilet.
Harry and Draco hurried over to it.
Benia's wings flapped, she floated right behind them.
Fred, George and Blaisé watched.
It looked like an ordinary sink. They examined every inch of it, inside and out, including the pipes below. And then Harry saw it: Scratched on the side of one of the copper taps was a tiny snake.
"That tap's never worked," said Myrtle brightly as he tried to turn it.
"Adder," Draco said quietly, holding onto his hand. "Try to say something. Something in Parseltongue."
"But —" Harry blushed, he's never consciously choosen to speak it before, the only times he'd ever managed to speak Parseltongue were when he'd been faced with a real snake. He stared hard at the tiny engraving, trying to imagine it was real. "Open up," he said.
He glanced nervously at Draco, who shook his head.
"English," his best friend said.
Harry looked back at the tiny snake scratched into the faucet, willing himself to believe it was alive. If he moved his head, the candlelight made it look as though it were moving. "Open up," he said.
Except that the words weren't what he heard; a strange hissing had escaped him, and at once the tap glowed with a brilliant white light and began to spin. Next second, the sink began to move; the sink, in fact, sank, right out of sight, leaving a large pipe exposed, a pipe wide enough for a man to slide into
Harry heard the other boys gasp and looked up again.
Draco had made up his mind a long time ago what he was going to do. "I'm going down there," he said. He couldn't not go, not now they had found the entrance to the Chamber, they had to slay the monster so they could protect the other students.
"Me too," Harry said quietly.
There was a pause.
"Of course we're coming." Fred and George chorused nervously.
"You need me for my ears." Blaisé said simply.
Benia said in a smirky tone of voice, "Why don't I go down first? I am the only one who isn't affected by the eyes of a basilisk."
Draco shrugged. "Sure. Go ahead."
Blaisé lowered himself slowly into the pipe, then let go, it was like rushing down an endless, slimy, dark slide. He could see more pipes branching off in all directions, but none as large as theirs, which twisted and turned, sloping steeply downward, and he knew that he was falling deeper below the school than even the dungeons. Behind him he could hear the others, thudding slightly at the curves.
And then, just as he had begun to worry about what would happen when he hit the ground, the pipe leveled out, and he shot out of the end with a wet thud, using his wings to control his freefall before landing on the damp floor of a dark stone tunnel large enough to stand in.
Closing his eyes, he listened before moving out of the way. "It's safe, for the moment." Blaisé stood aside as Fred came whizzing out of the pipe, next as he said when the twins landed.
Fred wrapped an arm around George's shoulders, "we're okay. We're doing this for Ginny. No one messes with the Weasley clan and get away with it."
Draco landed with Benia clutching his shoulders with her talons and Harry in his arms, "We're okay…"
"I can't hear it yet." Blaisé nodded.
"We must be miles under the school," said Harry, his voice echoing in the black tunnel.
"I'll cast the blinding hex when we get closer, Blaisé I'll have to trust you to cast it on me. It's animadvertes obscuro. At first sound of movement when we get closer to the Chamber I want everyone to cast gallus fleo. The louder it is perhaps the more deadly."
There were nods of agreement, they had long ago decided to trust Draco. Every boy here by joining in the slaying of the monster quest had agreed to let Draco temporarily hex away their sight. That took a lot of trust….
"Let's go…" Blaisé sniffed and grimaced, "The basilisk is this way.
They started to make their way through the dark and dank passage.
The tunnel turned and turned again, making every nerve in Harry's body was tingling unpleasantly. He wanted the tunnel to end, yet dreaded what he'd find when it did, his tiny sweaty little hand clinging to Draco'.
The tunnel was so dark that they could only see a little distance ahead. Their shadows on the wet walls looked monstrous in the wandlight.
"Remember," Harry said quietly as they walked cautiously forward, "any sign of movement, close your eyes right away…"
But the tunnel was quiet as the grave, and the first unexpected sound they heard was a loud crunch as Blaisé stepped on what turned out to be a rat's skull.
Harry lowered his wand to look at the floor and saw that it was littered with small animal bones.
Trying very hard not to imagine what the monster would be like, Blaisé led the way forward, around a dark bend in the tunnel.
"Fred — there's something up there —" George said hoarsely, grabbing his brother's shoulder.
They froze, watching. Blaisé could just see the outline of something huge and curved, lying right across the tunnel. It wasn't moving.
"Maybe it's asleep," George breathed, glancing back at the others.
Harry turned back to look at the thing, his heart beating so fast it hurt.
"Don't be silly, it's just a cast off skin. Must have outgrown it recently." Benia snorted.
The light slid over a gigantic snake skin, of a vivid, poisonous green, lying curled and empty across the tunnel floor. The creature that had shed it must have been twenty feet long at least.
Then, at last, as he crept around yet another bend, he saw a solid wall ahead on which two entwined serpents were carved, their eyes set with great, glinting emeralds. Harry approached, his throat very dry. There was no need to pretend these stone snakes were real; their eyes looked strangely alive.
"Shit."
"Would you look at that…."
"Yeah, it's gianormus…"
"Crazy old coot."
Harry could guess what he had to do. He cleared his throat, and the emerald eyes seemed to flicker. "Open," said Harry, in a low, faint hiss.
The serpents parted as the wall cracked open, the halves slid smoothly out of sight.
Harry, shaking from head to foot, next to Draco walked inside.
They were standing at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place. His heart beating very fast, Harry stood listening to the chill silence. Could the basilisk be lurking in a shadowy corner, behind a pillar?
"Draco whispered, "This is it." he held out his wand, pointing it at Blaisé and the twins each in turn and muttering, "animadvertes obscuro."
Blindness was immediate.
Blaisé cast the hex on Draco and Harry.
"That's a new way to fight a Basilisk. I never heard of fighting one blind before." Benia snorted before softly singing.
Courage flowed through them as they listened to the music.
"If we're blind his ultimate weapon won't hurt us." Draco shrugged. "Blaisé , can you hear it…"
Benia stood on Draco's shoulder, "It's in the statue. It knows we're here."
They all stood with their backs to each other, their wands raise and stood their ground between the serpentine columns. Their collective breathing echoed loudly off the shadowy walls. Their blind eyes narrowed…
"This chamber is creepy." Benia muttered, "The hollow eye sockets of the stone snakes give you feeling you're being watched."
"What else do you see, Lady Benia." Blaisé asked.
"An ancient and monkeyish statue, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of a wizard's sweeping stone robes, there are two enormous gray feet that are disappearing into a pool of dark water."
"The Basilisk…where is it…" Draco asked.
"I told you. It's laying in the mouth of the statue but the statue is closed."
"How do we get it out." George asked in shaky voice.
"Let the Lion speak to the snake. Call it."
Harry gulped, trying to hide behind Draco, "Do I have too…"
Draco nodded, holding his hand, "Please Adder, we'll protect you."
Harry, fear spreading up his numb legs, taking a deeper breath, he opened his mouth wide and hissed, "Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four." how he knew what to say he didn't know, Harry hissed, "Come…"
Benia squawked, "The statue's gigantic stone face is moving." Horrorstruck, she saw his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole. Something was stirring inside the statue's mouth, the monster was slithering up from its depths.
Something huge hit the stone floor of the Chamber. The boys could feel the floor shutter.
Blaisé knew what was happening, he could sense it, could hear it as the giant serpent uncoiling itself from Slytherin's mouth.
There was a hiss, "You are not my master. You are not the heir. Who are you and how have you entered this Chamber…"
Harry whispered, "Draco, tell me what to say. It wants to know who we are and why we are here…"
Draco squeezed his hand, "Tell him, "We're here to destroy it. We won't let it hurt anyone again. The House of Slytherin has a new path."
Harry hissed the reply.
The snake hissed back, angered, "How dare you! You enter my home, threaten me. Die…"
"Cast it! Cast it. Gallo fleo! Gallo fleo." Draco yelled, sensing Harry's terror.
The snake lunged at them as five voices yelled the charm.
Benia flew at the monster, clawing it's eyes out, destroying its main weapon. Her attack didn't slow it down much. "Move! It's coming straight for you." she squawked.
The five rooster charms grew louder, echoing in the chamber and nearly deafening the boys.
Harry wasn't fast enough, venom from the basilisk splashed on his scar burning it. He screamed, "Draco."
The cry was nearly lost in the death throws of the monster and crowing.
Benia and Blaisé heard it though.
"Draco! Shite some things wrong with Harry." Blaisé yelled.
"End the hex Dragon." Draco thundered, "Finite Incantium." just in time to see the monster breath it's last.
Harry whimpered, his vision swimming. "It hurts…Draco…make it stop…"
Draco pulled Harry into his lap, "Adder…I'm sorry. There was no other choice. I didn't want you to come."
Benia cursed, "The Dark Lord did a cruel thing."
"What do you mean."
"He made the Lion a container of his soul. We have to let the venom kill it."
Draco's eyes narrowed, "he made my Adder a Horcrux? That Bastard! I'll kill him. I'm here Adder. You're going to be alright."
"I know seeing him in pain hurts you but you have to let the vemon kill the shard of soul. I'll heal him. I promise."
"Don't die on my Harry. Please…" Draco whispered, holding Harry in his arms.
Harry's screams quieted; he was pale and listless.
The lighting bolt scar had burned away.
"The shard has burned out." Benia started to cry, "I'm sorry little one."
It took some minutes for Harry to gain some color and his breathing to sound more regular.
Draco cradled him, "Thank Merlin. Blaisé get a fang. We still have to destroy the book."
Blaisé used his talon to tug a fang dripping with poison free and dropped it in a magically shielded bag.
Benia gripped Draco in her talons and flew them up towards the bathroom.
Blaisé grabbed the twins and followed.
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They flooed back to the Manor, Draco reluctantly gave Harry to Severus. "I'm sorry, he was hurt but he's alive. The Dark Lord made him a Horcrux. We had to let it burn the soul from him." He kissed Harry's cheek, "I'm sorry…" he held out his hand for the bag, "Give me the fang. I have a book to kill and vengeance to gain."
They entered the Drawing Room vault.
Then, without thinking, without considering, as though he had meant to do it all along, Draco seized the basilisk fang from the bag, crossed to the table and plunged it straight into the heart of the book. There was a long, dreadful, piercing scream. Ink spurted out of the diary in torrents, streaming over Draco's hands, flooding the floor. For a moment, there was a handsome boy with dark hair and cold eyes, they were writhing and twisting, screaming and flailing and then — the ghostly boy had gone. Silence except for the steady drip drip of ink still oozing from the book. The basilisk venom had burned a sizzling hole right through it.
"It's finished. Ginny's safe and I've killed him." Draco fainted.
Fred scooped him up, "Thanks mate. We'll take you to Harry…"