4. Calm Before The Storm
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"This is the best opportunity you are going to get. The whole Ministry of Magic is busy organizing the Quidditch World Cup; with my influence, I can easily sneak you in and out of their building," said Charles Potter. Harry and Charles were currently sitting in the study room in Potter Manor. The rest of the Potter family were at Diagon Alley, and were going to spend their time after that with the Weasleys - so neither Charles nor Harry was worried about any unwanted surprises. Even so, House elves were keeping a close eye on all entry points of the manor to warn Harry if anyone returned home unexpectedly. The remaining Potters were going over how it would be best to execute their plan to get Harry back into Hogwarts.
"Hmm… I have no doubt you can pull this off, but what about Madam Marchbanks? Surely she will warn Dumbledore or James if she finds out," Asked Harry. To keep studying with his classmates and keep Dumbledore from not letting him get his OWLs this year, they decided that Harry would take his fourth-year examinations at the Ministry of Magic. That way no one would know Harry was alive and he wouldn't have to worry about his education; the Quidditch World Cup had provided him the best opportunity he could have gotten, but the main problem was stopping anyone at the Ministry from warning Dumbledore or James that he was still breathing.
"Griselda owes me a few favors, I could persuade her to refrain from telling anyone before the first day of Hogwarts. So stop worrying and prepare for your exams." Harry's grandfather said with a tone of finality in his voice. Harry (upon knowing that his grandfather had already thought things through) decided to return to the Chamber of Secrets.
"Very well, I'll sit all of my exams on the same day and with Tom's memory, I don't have to worry about not doing well in any of them." He stood up and hugged Charles.
The older man patted his back, "I have absolutely no doubt that you will do well in your tests, Harry. Oh, and meet me tomorrow afternoon at the Leaky Cauldron. We'll go to Ministry of Magic together from there."
Harry nodded his head, "Alright."
"Take care and give Elena my best." With one last hug from Charles, he apparated to the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry appeared in the Chamber with a soft pop. He sighed when he realized that his apparition wasn't silent, unlike Tom Riddle's, who had mastered silent apparition in his fourth year. He blamed it on his magical core. He had almost three times the magic that Tom had when he was Harry's age.
He entered the study to find Salazar and Elena perfecting the ritual. Salazar had a notebook inside his portrait and was working on arithmantic formulae. Salazar's portrait was the only one (that Harry had seen) that could materialize objects inside of it; he guessed Slytherin had added complex charms on the frame before his death. The ritual was almost complete and, from the recent test results, Harry could see that it was going to give him a significant advantage over his foes. But even with Salazar and Elena working together it was going to take at least three more weeks to finish it.
Suddenly, Harry was aware of the fact that he was becoming increasingly light-headed, and could feel his magic being drained out of his body. He looked over at Elena to see her refreshed and working on runes with a new vigor. This was - luckily - the only drawback of the modified ritual that he and Elena had to endure.
~Flashback~
"Do you really think this ritual will work?" Questioned Elena. She was hesitant to do the ritual but knew its importance, knew how much depended on it. She was worried about the ritual not working properly because of her being a non-human and destabilizing her body.
"Yes, I have no doubt that the ritual's going to work. Just make sure that you concentrate on what part of me you want to bind yourself to," answered Harry. All Elena could manage was a tentative nod.
Salazar, who was re-checking all the runes and their positions, looked up and asked, "Which part of Harry will that be? It is imperative that you make the right decision before we start."
"His blood, it has the strongest connection to his magic, and will undoubtedly strengthen our bond even more,"
Salazar nodded his head thoughtfully at her reasoning with a calm facade before shouting, "Have you lost your mind?! Did you even think, for one second, about what would happen if someone found out about your bonding with Harry's blood? What would happen when they then took it for some nefarious use!? The blood of anyone is not at all hard to obtain if someone is focused enough on getting it."
Elena had the decency to look ashamed at her choice, her expression morphing rapidly into horror when she realized that her bond could have been in danger if someone knew about her connection with him. She shuddered at the thought of what could've happened if someone managed to transfer her bond from Harry's blood to some other thing; she was a walking, talking example of the fact that nothing was impossible with the help of magic.
Harry, sensing her growing distress, wrapped his arms around her from behind and whispered softly, "Don't worry about it too much, just make sure that you discuss important decisions with either me or Salazar before rushing into one."
Elena nodded absently at his words before thinking more about what part of Harry she could bind herself to. She was already sharing half of his soul, so that was no longer an option. Suddenly an idea hit her and she turned towards Salazar, "What about his magic?"
"Magic? Is it even possible to bind someone to magic?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Hmm…It is possible, at least in theory. Magical oaths and bonds often tie themselves to a person's magic. Why not try it? Even if it didn't work then no harm would be done. The ritual we'd perform is ... relatively safe and has been used long before even I was born," answered Salazar with anticipation shining in his eyes. Harry resisted the urge to facepalm. Leave it to his ancestor to urge him to take part in dangerous rituals.
Salazar had proposed that instead of drawing the ritual heptagons with blood, they should draw them with the elixir that had saved Harry's life. Harry and Elena had eagerly agreed to the suggestion. They bought a dozen vials of Phoenix tears from a shopkeeper in Knockturn Alley - for a hefty sum, of course, which was, thankfully, provided by Charles Potter. The most difficult thing to organize for the ritual would have been basilisk poison if they didn't already have the carcass of a thousand-year-old basilisk right outside their Chamber.
Elena brought out the Philosopher's stone, which she had hidden in the basilisk's lair when she killed it. She placed it in a silver beaker before pouring Harry's blood over the rough surface. After coming in contact with the stone, the blood's color changed from red to orange with slight golden hue. She then poured a few small vials of basilisk poison and phoenix tears in after it. As soon as the teardrops slipped down the smooth glass and silently dropped into the beaker, the potion lost all color - it could have been confused with water if it wasn't for the oddly high amount of magic emanating from the clear liquid. Elena then proceeded to draw the heptagon with the mixture using a brush, making sure that it wasn't contaminated in any way.
The ritual was invented by Druids in the second century A.D. and was used as a recognized consummation of marriages, where both husband and wife bound themselves to each other. It made sure that neither of them betrayed each other and gave them a rough idea of their counterpart's emotions. Later on, this ritual was modified and corrupted so it could be to bind together slaves and their masters. The ritual made sure that the slaves remained loyal and obedient.
Elena and Salazar had chosen this ritual after skipping through dozens in Salazar's library, and as Elena was already loyal and couldn't go against Harry's wishes, the ritual wouldn't affect her in any way other than making Harry an anchor for her soul and provide stability to her body. She, along with Harry and Salazar, had added a secondary ritual into the original that would give Elena a magical core. The ritual was created by Rowena Ravenclaw herself to let squibs use magic, although she was unsuccessful in her attempts. While the ritual gave a magical core to squibs, they had no way of refilling their magical core once it was empty. Thankfully, Elena had no such problems and could siphon off Harry's magic to refill her core.
"Are you sure you're both ready?" Salazar asked, noticing Harry giving him a wary look. Elena, on the other hand, nodded eagerly and entered the Ritual Polygon trying to hide h. It was a heptagon with several small runes - carved into stone - on all of the sides. Harry, after being given matching expectant looks from Elena and Salazar, finally caved in. He entered a second, smaller, heptagon attached to the larger one (which was also littered with different runes engraved onto the edges).
Harry let his magic flow through the runes with the help of his wand and immediately felt his powers slip away from him. He had no doubt in his mind that he was going to face magical exhaustion once this was over. He looked down to see several ingredients (unicorn's hair, phoenix ashes, and powdered centaur hooves) slowly releasing their entrapped magic, mixing with his own.
Suddenly, Harry felt the drain on his magic increase exponentially, signifying that the ritual was about to end. He braced himself for the exhaustion that was sure to come, not even a second later felt like he had been sucked dry and his world faded to black.
~Flashback Ends~
After the ritual, Elena could move freely without worrying about distance and cast spells without using magic directly from Harry's magical core. Her own magical core was average in size but he could regulate the amount of magic he wanted to transfer to it. Binding Elena to his magic, although still being uncertain of the mechanics behind it, gave Harry the added advantage of strengthening his bond to Elena. Now he could use his magic to the utter limits without worrying about Elena. Even if he had no magic left for a few moments, Elena would survive due to her own magical core.
The drawback of the ritual was that until the core got stable it would suck huge amounts of magic from him. It would take a few more days for her core to get stable.
Harry decided to not disturb Salazar or Elena and picked up a leather-bound book and settled into a chair. The book was handwritten by Salazar for his heirs so that they knew how to control the common room. According to Salazar, every founder had added many charms and secret rooms into their house's common room for students to find and use, but unlike the others, only his heirs could use the Slytherin ones. Harry wanted to use every advantage he could gain and if he played his cards right he would have the support of all of the Slytherins in Hogwarts. He opened the book and started reading about the various rooms and secret passageways connected to the Slytherin common room.
:Time Skip: (August 30th)
The Headmaster's Office played host to a large number of spindly tables; upon which several delicate looking silver instruments were set, whirring and emitting small puffs of smoke, as well as an incredibly vast collection of books. Every spare section of wall was covered in portraits of previous headmasters.
Currently, the office held James, Lily, and Eric Potter while they discussed the upcoming school year with Albus Dumbledore.
"As you all know, this year Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard tournament. It provides us a golden opportunity to gain allies." Dumbledore threw today's edition of Daily Prophet on the table. On the front page, there was a photo of the Dark Mark, which was cast after the Death Eater attack during the Quidditch World Cup. "The dark side is on the move again. Lord Voldemort is finally making his move and I think he'll be back before the school year ends. Gaining allies is important for the coming war."
"I will try to gain as many followers as I can from the foreign schools even if I have to use my fame for it," said Eric Potter. His overall look had changed a lot in the past year, he had lost his baby fat and now he looked more athletic - probably due to his overly-obsessive Quidditch playing. He still wore thick, wire-rimmed glasses and had messy black hair. All-in-all, he looked like a miniature James Potter.
"That would be for the best, Eric. This year I will start training you, and will make it official by creating a Master-Apprentice bond with you. It will increase the awe the students feel towards you and will make gaining allies an easily obtainable task," replied Dumbledore. Eric's eyes widened after hearing the Headmaster's plan and started grinning like a loon.
"Well done, son. Now girls will be even more willing to spread their legs for you," said James while patting Eric on his back.
"James!" admonished Lily, while slapping James on the back of his head. Dumbledore chuckled, fuelling Lily's irritation.
"Now onto serious matters. Eric, I want you to be on your best behavior this year. Try to shorten the gap between other houses and yourself. They haven't forgotten the Chamber of Secrets incident yet, and while a lot of them don't think you're responsible for his death, they are still wary of you and if we want to stand a chance of winning in the brewing war then we have to remove any doubts they have about you from their minds." Dumbledore leaned on the table and looked through the frames of Eric's glasses; his eyes lacked the twinkle and conveyed the absolute seriousness of the situation. Harry Potter's name was taboo for the rest of the Potter family, saying his name was avoided at all costs in any discussion - even more than Lord Voldemort. The expression on the Potters' faces didn't change after being reminded of their dead family member.
"I understand. I will try my best to clear any doubts they have."
Dumbledore sighed, "As much as I hate to admit it, Harry Potter would have been a great asset for us in the future. With his help, we could have crippled Voldemort's power base in Slytherin from the inside. Even if he was an outcast in Slytherin House, he was still well respected there, due to his magical prowess. Even Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws respected him. Only I know how much work I had to do to stop any investigation of his death. Alas, at that time he had to be sacrificed for the Greater Good."
The Potters grudgingly nodded. As much as they hated him, Harry Potter was a prodigy and was well respected in all the houses (except Gryffindor).
"Now, James, have you talked to Charles about naming Eric as his heir? With his previous heir dead, you or Eric are the only choices he has left and from my sources at Gringotts, he hasn't made any changes in his will yet," asked Dumbledore, peering at James over the half-moon spectacles perched on his crooked nose.
James shook his head.
"No. My old man is still being stubborn and refuses to make any of us his heir. Yesterday, when I asked him, he looked at me like I was the biggest idiot in the entire world, and warned me to never ask that again or he would disown me."
"Hmm… looks like Harry's death has hit my old friend harder than I expected. Don't ask him about it again James. If he disowns you, we will lose the Potter Family's seat on the Wizengamot. Permanently," Dumbledore sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Let's just concentrate on more important matters for now. Your training starts the day after tomorrow, Eric. You will be exempt from Transfiguration and Charms, and remember to keep practicing to clear your mind of all distraction."
Eric nodded to show that he understood. With the training Dumbledore was about to give him, he would leave his peers miles behind and show them that he was much better than Harry would have ever been. Even his grandfather would only acknowledge him as an heir.
August 30th, in the Chamber of Secrets
Harry apparated inside the chamber and found Elena working on refining her dueling moves. Even with Tom's memories, both he and Elena had to familiarize themselves with the techniques. Salazar also helped them in improving the practical skills element of their training. Now all they needed was experience; Elena couldn't cast a spell against him so they had to stick with color changing charms, meaning that they were unable to practice against each other properly.
According to Salazar, even without much experience, their dueling was better than anyone he had seen in their age group and along with his huge magical core they would be able to defeat the vast majority of wizards in Wizarding Britain. Sadly, their enemies were amongst the few in the vast minority, and he knew that Dumbledore and Voldemort would defeat Harry and Elena in a one-on-one fight. Together, he and Elena would be more than a challenge, yet would ultimately be defeated. Both Dumbledore and Voldemort had a huge magical core and had experience in spades - which Harry sorely lacked.
Deciding to ponder it later, Harry moved towards the study. Elena, sensing him, looked towards him and gave a small smile which was returned by a slight grin of his own. Harry signaled her to follow him and entered the study. He gave a nod to Salazar and made himself comfortable on a couch. The house elves had done some minor changes to the Chamber and made it more habitable and comfortable. The couches and an additional table were just two of them.
"Did you get your results?" asked Elena curiously after she sat on the second couch.
Harry took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Elena. She gave it a cursory glance before saying, (quite full of pride, although she wouldn't admit to it) "I guess I shouldn't be surprised by it. Well done."
"Thanks. After collecting my marks sheet, I went to Gringotts and had a talk with the goblins. They told me that they have almost finished creating your false identity and it would be finished by next week."
Elena nodded gratefully before fixing him to the spot with an inquisitive stare, "How did you manage to enter Gringotts without someone identifying you? Now that I think about it, how did grandfather manage to sneak you in and out of the Ministry of Magic? I know that you wouldn't have used a disillusionment charm because that flimsy parlor trick would be easily caught in a place full of trained witches and wizards."
Harry smirked at her and pulled out an invisibility cloak from his pocket and handed it to her. Elena studied the cloak and placed it on the table, "So, you used an invisibility cloak, huh?"
"Not simply invisibility cloak, my dear. It is a Potter heirloom, and its wearer can pass through any ward undetected. You should have seen the expression on the faces of goblins when I appeared inside Gringotts without them knowing. Though, Barbcock was willing to pay a huge amount for the cloak."
Salazar, who was listening to their exchange of words intently, interrupted the conversation, "Show me," he ordered forcefully.
Both Harry and Elena blinked at the unexpected interruption and turned towards the founder's portrait and were surprised to see him looking at the cloak with hunger. "Errr…what?" asked Harry.
"Show me the cloak," Slytherin said again firmly while tapping his foot impatiently.
Harry was bewildered by the odd request but unfurled the cloak and showed it to the Hogwarts co-founder. The old man looked at the cloak and then spoke again, "Show me the other side." Harry turned the cloak around and was surprised the see Salazar's eyes widen with surprise and recognition. "I had never thought that I would finally see 'one of the three' with my own eyes," said Salazar with sadness in his voice.
Harry looked at his cloak closely and found the Peverell coat of arms on it; he turned towards Salazar and asked, "What is special about this cloak? I know it had been passed down to Potters by our Peverell ancestors and could pass through wards but that's it."
Salazar looked at him incredulously for a few seconds before saying, "You really don't know what you have in your hands, do you?"
Harry looked at the cloak once more and stressed his mind to remember anything related to Peverell and invisibility cloak before it hit him like a ton of bricks. His head snapped toward Salazar with such speed that he almost got whiplash and asked with a voice filled with disbelieve, "You don't really believe the Deathly Hallows exist, do you?"
"And please tell me, descendant, why should I not believe in the Deathly Hallows?" asked Salazar while looking at Harry with idle curiosity.
"The Hallows are just a myth. The story about the three brothers is just a bedtime story for children."
Salazar just shook his head and said, "Where there is smoke, there is fire. You tend to forget that I lived a millennium ago and the Deathly Hallows were well known at that time. Even I spent more than a year searching for them before giving up. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment; you have the proof in your hands. That cloak is a Deathly Hallow. An ordinary cloak, family heirloom or not, does not have the power to pass through wards undetected. Why not test it? It is said that the Cloak of Invisibility could hide its wearer from everything, even death."
Harry contemplated the idea before nodding; he turned towards the Elena and said, "Try to detect me after I wear the cloak."
Elena nodded and as soon as Harry put on the Cloak, she cast a 'Homenum Revelio' and was surprised when she couldn't detect him anywhere. She started using different charms, each more complex than the last but was still unable to detect Harry. After a few minutes of trying different charms and wards, she released a sigh and said, "I have tried all the charms and some wards I know of but nothing worked. For all intents and purposes, you are simply not there..."
Harry removed the cloak and appeared at the same place where he had been before putting on the cloak not moments ago. He looked at the soft fabric in awe and handed it to Elena and went back to his seat. Harry sat in silence for a few moments digesting the facts that the Deathly Hallows were real and he had the fabled Cloak of Invisibility in his possession. After a few moments he turned towards Salazar's portrait, who was looking very smug, and said, "Fine, I believe you. The cloak is a Hallow but I still don't believe that the person who gathers all three will become the 'Master of Death'."
"The only way to know to that, dear boy, is to gather all the Hallows," Salazar ignored the deadpan expression on Harry's face and continued, "The Hallows could be a useful tool in bringing back glory to the Slytherin name."
"You want me to gather the Hallows," Harry said in a flat tone.
Before Salazar could answer Harry, they were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They turned towards the source to see Elena looking at them with an impatient expression on her face, Harry wanted to comment about how sexy she looked when she was annoyed but held his tongue and instead asked, "What?"
"Not everyone here has grown up in a wizarding home, so will you be kind enough to tell me what the Deathly Hallows are?" asked Elena with some annoyance seeping into her voice.
Harry smiled at her sheepishly and apologized, "Sorry, here, This will help you understand." Harry got up from his seat and pressed his index finger to her forehead and concentrated on his knowledge of Deathly Hallows. Elena closed her eyes and using her Occulumency skills sorted out the knowledge that Harry transferred.
Harry, seeing that his work was done, turned towards the Founder's portrait to try and talk some sense into him (about not expecting impossible feats from his heir) - Merlin knew where the Hallows were at the moment! But Salazar beat him to the punch, "Yes, I want you to gather the Hallows. You already have one; now all you need to do is find the two others."
Harry just looked at Salazar with his jaw dropped in disbelief, "Finding the first one was just a stroke of luck, we don't know if the other two are even in the continent or not."
Elena, who had finished sorting out her new her memories, turned towards the arguing duo, "I remember seeing the Peverell coat of arms on a Gaunt family ring in Tom Riddle's memories. It was engraved on a black stone embedded in the ring." Both Harry and Salazar's heads snapped towards Elena in synchronization, and she was slightly freaked out by the look in their eyes, but continued nonetheless, "I think it was passed down to the Gaunts when a female descendant of Cadmus Peverell married into the Gaunt line."
Salazar growled at the name Gaunt and asked, "Do you have any idea what Tom planned to do with the ring? The stone could be the Resurrection stone."
"He was planning to make the ring his second Horcrux," answered Elena.
Salazar swore loudly in parseltongue when he heard it. Finding a Horcrux is going to be hard even with Elena's memories from Tom. This time, Harry was the one who asked the question, "Do you have any idea where Tom would have hidden the ring?"
"I have some suspicions. If you want then I could search for it when you're busy with classes," answered Elena.
"No! You are not going to search for it alone; we'll do it together once we've finished with the ritual," said Harry in a tone that screamed that he wasn't going to budge from his decision. Elena nodded quickly when she heard the voice Harry used, not that she could ever go against his wishes.
"Now, all you need to do it find the Elder wand," said Salazar with a faraway look in his eyes while imagining himself rubbing it in the face of Godric that his descendant became the Master of Death.
Harry and Elena nodded, they weren't sure that the stone on the Gaunt signet ring was the Resurrection Stone, but with the history of the ring, it was very likely. Harry turned towards Salazar and said, "I'll ask grandfather if he had any idea about the location of the Elder wand when I meet him again. Speaking of Tom, he is going to make his move again." Harry threw the Daily Prophet on the table with the first page open. Both Elena and Salazar looked at the photo of the Dark Mark on the front page.
"Now that's what you call an ugly mark," commented Salazar while Elena just shuddered with disgust.
"It was conjured after the Quidditch World Cup finals, while some Death Eaters terrorized the people present there," said Harry while Elena gave a brief glance at the article in the Prophet. He continued, "This year the Triwizard Tournament is once again being organized at Hogwarts after almost two centuries, and I have a feeling that Voldemort is behind it."
"You will need to keep your guard up during the school year, as you will be targeted by both Voldemort and Dumbledore," warned Salazar.
"Don't worry, I won't be caught unprepared like last time, and if they try something I'll return it twofold," hissed Harry while remembering the event that changed his life.
Elena got up from her seat and hugged Harry gently to calm him down. She vowed to finish the ritual as soon as possible and find a way to be with Harry without anyone knowing so that she could protect him. She could feel Harry's magic pulse inside her as if agreeing to her train of thoughts.
After a few moments, Harry calmed down and pulled Elena onto his lap making her blush bright red and look anywhere but at the boy, she was now sitting on. Harry just chuckled at the girl, seeing her flustered, before turning his attention towards Salazar, who was looking at them with amusement and a knowing glint in his eyes, "I am planning to take revenge for their every misdeed towards me. I will show them that it was a bad idea to mess with Harry Potter-Slytherin." Elena and Salazar nodded in unison, showing their support for his future actions.
Harry got up from his seat, (while maintaining his grip on Elena) making her stand up too, "Now, I am feeling very tired after today's events, so I am going to sleep." Salazar nodded and bid them both good night.
Harry woke up in the morning, feeling a warm pressure being applied to his shoulders - someone giving him a massage. He looked over his shoulder to see Elena, still clad in her sleepwear, a bra and a panties matching with her hair color, kneading his shoulders. It took him a few seconds to remove his eyes from her perfect DD cup breasts - gifted by magic, hidden by nothing but a skimpy lacy bra that left little to the imagination. He looked up at her face to see her avoiding eye contact and blushing, no doubt from seeing him stare unashamedly at her breasts. He just chuckled at the daily occurrence before giving her a chaste kiss on lips which she returned. He tried to get up but was stopped by Elena. She had a nervous, almost insecure look in her eyes.
Deciding to not beat around the bush and get to the point, she asked, "What do you feel towards me?"
Harry barely resisted the urge to groan, it was too early in the morning to think about it. He was trying to stall this 'talk' for as long as he could, but it looked like Elena couldn't take it anymore and decided to ask him. Seeing the look in her eyes, he decided that he couldn't stall anymore, and thought about the best way to word his feelings: "You are the person I trust most in the world and at the moment one of the three people in the world whom I care about more than anyone else. I don't think I need to tell you who those other two people are." Elena shook her head; she knew very well who the people Harry cared about were. Harry continued, "I know you'll never go against my wishes and will do whatever you can to ensure my success. That's my logical point of view. Emotionally, I admit I am slowly falling in love with you and would have admitted it a lot earlier if I didn't love Daphne too. You know what my feelings for Daphne are and I don't want to choose one over another. There is a chance that Daphne would have moved on from me, but from what I know about her, that's highly unlikely."
Elena's face brightened after hearing him admit that he loved her, while she knew he would never treat her badly, she still wanted his love more than anything in the world with the exception of his happiness. Deciding to lessen his worries, she spoke, "I don't think there is any need to tell you about my feelings after all my whole life revolves around you. And I also understand your hesitation regarding our relationship, but I don't think you need to worry about Daphne."
Harry looked at Elena with confusion, "What do you mean by that?"
Elena smirked and said, "Call it a girl's intuition."
Hearing this, Harry proceeds to tackle Elena on the bed and starts tickling her exposed sides. Her sounds of laughter filled the whole Chamber. After a minute of continuous tickling, Elena managed to contain her laughter for a few seconds and wheezed out, "I quit, I quit."
After a few more moments of prolonged torture, Harry stopped his fingers and gazed at her. Upon seeing her eyes full of laughter and joy, something inside of him snapped. Spontaneously deciding that he'd deal with the consequences later, Harry proceeded to kiss Elena. She was momentarily stunned by the suddenness of the action but started to return it with vigor after a few moments. She had never felt so much pleasure in her admittedly short life, the magic in her body practically humming with approval. She felt Harry's tongue probing her lips and she opened them without a moment's hesitation. Their tongues battled for dominance before Harry's tongue overcame hers and proceeded to explore her mouth. After a minute, the need for oxygen forced them to pull apart.
"Wow, that was amazing," Harry breathed out. Elena just nodded her head; her eyes glazed over with lust. Before she could say something, Harry once again attacked her lips and without hesitation, she returned it in kind.
Half an hour after a satisfying snogging session, both lay still panting on their bed with sweat gleaming on their bodies. Suddenly a thought struck Harry, he turned towards Elena and asked, "Do you want to accompany me this evening to cause some mayhem?"
Elena's eyes widened at the question, "But what about the map Grandfather talked about?"
Harry smirks at her, "I have already separated the dungeon's wards from the rest of the castle, with the help of the book Salazar gave me. As long as you don't go outside the Dungeons your name won't appear on the map."
Elena's once again jumped on him and proceeded to snog him senseless when she heard that she could enter Slytherin House without fear of someone knowing outside of it.
"What a way to start the day," Harry said after Elena stopped kissing him.
A/N: I decided to do minor changes in the timeline. In this fiction, Peverells lived a century before founders. That's why Salazar knew about Deathly Hallows.
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