Chapter 2: Snaking Your Way Out
Percy's P.O.V.
Something growled. I looked back. I gasped.
A basilisk was hissing at me, and I got so scared I gulped. Evans, however, did not seem bothered by the idea. In fact, Evans was walking to the basilisk very calmly.
"Why is it alwayssss sssssnakesssss?" hissed Evans. "Shassssaaaaaaaaaasssssssiiiiiaaaaaaasssssssa."
The basilisk seemed to respond. "Saaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaassshhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa,"
Harry's P.O.V.
"Why is it always snakes?" Harry hissed. "Who sent you? I need answers! Percy won't tell me."
"Young half – blood, I only came here because I was hungry. I didn't know you could speak Parseltongue."
"I get that a lot." replied Harry.
"I like turtles and rats. Can you fetch some?" said the basilisk.
Harry rolled his eyes at him. He pulled out his wand, forgetting about Percy.
"Accio Rats and Turtles!" he cried.
Rats and turtles came out everywhere, and the basilisk feasted on the rats and turtles.
"Say, why won't you kill me with your sight?" asked Harry.
"If you are trained by a good master, basilisk will be in control," the basilisk said.
Harry shrugged. "You can go now," he said.
Percy just stared at him in shock.
"What?" said Harry.
"You, you just, just," stuttered Percy.
"Oh, talking to snakes, whatever!" said Harry unimpressed. "I'm going back to England."
"Wait!" said Percy. "You're a Demi-"
"I know!" moaned Harry. "Look, just explain, and we could fix this. Please. Where do you want to go, exact location please?"
"Hallow Hotel, 647 A suit. Why?"
Harry grabbed Percy's hand and apparated.
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