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Chapter Fourteen: Welcome to Hell

A door opened to an abandoned bathroom, where the floors were stained from standing water and the toilets were cracked beyond repair. This was the Girls restroom on the second floor, the only Entrance to the Chamber of Secrets he had found. Hermione was gently whispering soft kind words to Ginny, as the girl started to get stuck in her memories. Harry though wasn't worried about her, nor to the woman next to him, what he was worried about though was finding something down there.

The Chamber wasn't something he wanted to do but he did promise Ginny and he was leaving soon. They gave him four weeks, after talking with Sirius they could technically expand that to sixteen weeks making his training more than review. He stepped past the small group and towards the sink looking for the Snake he then whispered "Lass Hashia." The two words cracked open the vault, making the sink open and lower into the ground.

"We 'ave to slide down that?" Fleur asked looking at the filthy pipe with disgust.

Ginny shook her head "Tom would command for stairs." She whispered to Harry who nodded.

"Icshia Shesia." One by one stone was pulled from the walls, making a narrow spiral stairwell. "Shea" Suddenly small balls of fire lit along the walls. "Let's get going." He muttered looking over his shoulder before walking.

The only sounds that could be heard for the longest time were drips of water, shallow breaths and the occasional cough. Soon they came upon the pile of rubble that Lockheart created when he used Ron's shattered wand "Forma fornicem." Hermione said in a clear voice, causing the rubble to slide in on its self thus creating an arch.

Harry was the first through the door, his head held low and eyes peering over his glass. He hated coming back here.

A vault like door came into view, it had what seemed like stone snakes locking it in place. "Lass Hashia." Harry muttered in the snake language once more.

A serpent rose from the lock, slide along its frame and moving each locked snake out of place "Cover your nose." He said looking at each of them boredly.

Fleur sighed waving her wand in complex manners, crafting each of them a pocket of air around their faces "The Bubble 'Ead charm, it 'as around an 'our of air." She said with a smile, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

Harry grinned "Better than holding your breath." He said pushing the vault door open, a wave of what seemed to be a greenish fog fell around their ankles "The Basilisk's venom is still toxic. Keep those charm's up." He instructed looking then in the eyes, while holding onto his scar.

"What are you talking about Harry?" Hermione asked, he was talking strangely he had those charms too.

Harry's grin got wider as he snapped the bubble open "Toxin, has no effect on me." He said holding his arms out and taking a deep breath "Basilisk Venom already fills my veins."

The girls looked at him with wide eyes, he stepped past the unlit torches with each step closer they ignited lighting the room. They followed a little behind him, watching him and he walked up to the rotting corpse of the Basilisk; the fallen king of snakes.

"Here you are Gin, the dead snake as promised." Harry said brightly, with a warm smile.

Ginny watched Harry closely, it was almost like a visible shift "Thank you." She said softly.

Harry waved her off "No trouble, I'm looking around while I'm down here." He said walking towards the bust of Slytherin "You guys can bail if you want."

Hermione and Ginny both nodded, Ginny pulled a small box from her robes, quickly grabbing the fang Harry had used to destroy the Diary and placing it inside. With that they both left, though Hermione was carefully looking at the walls.

"Don't stay 'ere longer than you need." Fleur said softly, looking down at him a little.

Harry smirked "You can wait if you want, I'll only be a minute." He said leaning over pressing his lips to her cheek.

Fleur gave him a bright smile, before following the other two girls.

Harry watched them leave, then his demeanor changed; his shoulder sunk, he looked bored and neutral. "Speak to me Slytherin! Greatest of the Hogwarts Four!" He shouted in his Parsel language, making the busts mouth fall open.

"Let's see what you were hiding down here." He said with a taunting smile, stepping into the damp dark chamber "Shea." Suddenly a large fire rose, bringing light to battle the darkness. It was a large stone floor, likely where the Basilisk slept he could feel heat coming from the stones; heated maybe? Natural Spring?

Harry looked around and saw a stone bridge, and a rather tall dark oak door "What have we here?"

He carefully walked across the crumbling bridge, avoiding a loose stone and sticking as best to the middle. The door opened as he neared, letting him look inside and it was practically a flat.

He could see a cot with worn stale sheets and a feather pillow tucked into the corner, a chamber pot and what seemed to be a rather large potions lab/ library. The cabinets were filled with still ingredients, he could feel the magic coming from their glasses prisons; likely keeping them fresh.

He ran his hand along the dusty shelf along the books, seeing some were in Parsel and others in Latin. What eventually caught his eye was a work bench covered in broken quills, dried black blood and parchment.

A laugh rang through the air, his eyes instantly snapped to a point along the walls; a curious image of a man with stark black hair and bottle green robes stared back at him coldly, with a wide grin "Welcome, Mr. Potter." He said with glee "Did you find the place alright?"

Harry frowned thinking for a few moments before something clicked "Slytherin." He whispered.

"Give the boy a prize!" He shouted with a cold smile. "What is it you need, Potter?"

"Just browsing." Harry replied looking at a case, inside was a short sword, an egg and a scroll.

"Take them." Slytherin said casually, picking at his teeth with his fingernail "They're not doing anything sitting there."

"What are they?"

"My favorites." He replied "The sword is carved by True Elves, where Goblin made is basically indestructible Elvish blades are notoriously sharp and this one was crafted with Basilisk Venom, making it deadly to those it touches." Slytherin explained, moving a painted pawn on the board checking himself.

"What did you call it?"

Slytherin passed a glance to the boy "Chorus Ultimum." He whispered softly "Last Dance."

Harry watched as the case cracked open, blowing out a little dust and making a whining sound of the old wood "The Egg?"

"When I was traveling the world before Hogwarts was founded, I was in Africa or what you now call Africa. There I met a most…aggressive Snake, this is its egg. I called it Tacita Ictus." Slytherin explained "It is not magical however, merely one of the most dangerous of the serpents that I have found. Keep it warm for a few days and it should hatch."

Harry looked torn between taking it and not, if it was dangerous it would be nice to have against Voldemort or any other D.E.

"The Scroll is just some Spells I crafted in some spare time." He said with a sigh "How's Harold by the way? When he was in the Headmaster's office we'd talk for ages."

"He's doing well, Dumbledore put him in some corner of the castle…left him there alone." Harry said with a sigh.

"No he didn't." He answered calmly, causing the boy to raise a brow "He told Flich to find him a place in the castle."

"So then Flich put him there?"

"He knew that yes, didn't attempt to fix it though." Slytherin plucked a strand from his robes "Do tell Master Black that his Ancestor is annoyingly watching his home."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked slipping the sword's harness around his shoulder and waist.

"Number 13, Dumbledore is keeping tabs on it." Slytherin answered.

Harry frowned for a few seconds, glaring at the desk in thought "If I left a snake here, could you command it to come to me with information?" He asked in thought, peering over his glasses.

"Why would I do that?" Slytherin asked placing his hands behind his back, looking at the young man with raised brows.

Harry smirked "Same reason you gave me these gifts." He said calmly, looking over his shoulder. "I'll be back after my training."

"Ah yes I heard about that, you'll be in the care of the Blacks." Slytherin said with an evil smile "Take care Mr. Potter, the Black family isn't known for mercy."

Harry smirked, walking towards the door "I knew that the moment I met Sirius." He said before crossing the archway and the door shut.

Slytherin licked his lips a little "How I so much love to play with these kids." He said cracking his neck "Shame though that he's the enemy of my seed…he'd make such a lovely little snake." With that the old wizard sat down, looking at his chess board "Care for another game, Diana?"

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Harry pulled himself up from the pipe, he looked around before muttering a single word "Lisha" And the door to the Chamber of Secrets was closed. He spotted Fleur leaning on one of the stalls "Waiting for me?"

Fleur nodded "I was, you're late." She said simply, flicking him on the forehead.

"Ouch?" He said dully, rubbing his forehead "Wanted to check something out, found this cool sword in a storeroom." He pulled said sword from its sheath and rolled it around his hand "The plate said it was Chorus Ultimum."

Fleur rose a delicate eyebrow "Last Dance?" She said with a puzzled look "Strange."

Just as Harry was going to answer Hermione can back into the bathroom "Harry! You need to see this." She said handing him a Daily Prophet.

"Mione, you know I hate the Prophet." He said dully, opening it anyway and reading the front page.

"Hogwarts Giant Surprise."

The hell?, he thought to himself as he read and then it clicked it was another Skeeter report and it was on Hagrid. The woman told all about how he was endangering students, how she interviewed a group of fifth years who complained wishing they had Kettleburn as a Professor again or even Grubbly-plank. It even went as far as calling Hagrid a Half-Giant and a threat to all living things within his area.

When he finished the paper, he passed it to Fleur and his eyes flared a blood red "Skeeter.." He hissed cracking his knuckles. He heard a sound of fire and a flash as the paper Fleur was holding turned to ash.

"I 'ate that bitch." She said simply, her nearly perfect face cold and distant. She knew how much Harry looked up to Hagrid like another Uncle figure and even as his first friend.

"Makes four of us." A new voice said rather coldly, the voice of the young woman came from the shadows of the door. "So this is the entrance then?" Daphne asked raising a brow.

Harry nodded "Yes, maybe something I'll take you down there."

"I'd like that." She said crossing her arms "I hear Skeeter is down at the Three Broomstick right now."

Hermione gave the Slytherin girl a once over "How'd you know that?"

"I'm a Slytherin, I have my ways." She said with a grin "Much like how I knew about this." She pointed her finger in a circular motion "Fag?" At the mention she pulled out a small golden case, inside it had a row of Cigarettes.

"You smoke?" Hermione's voice was full of disapproval.

Daphne shrugged, tapping her wand at the tip of her smoke "Most Slytherin's do at some point." She said rotating her neck as she breathed out the smoke "Most of the House is a pain in the ass." She held out the case to Fleur who shook her head, then to Harry.

Harry looked at the case and reached inside, placing it in his mouth carefully "Harry!" He looked up at Hermione over his glasses, she was shocked "Those things will kill you!"

"Voldemort will do that much quicker." He deadpanned making Hermione snap her mouth shut, tapping his wand to the Cigarette and taking a deep breath. The smoke traveled around his lungs, he almost wanted to cough but he didn't and he held it for a moment before breathing out; it was almost like a smoky mint.

Fleur waved her hand at the smoke "Don't make it a 'abit." She said calmly to him "I 'ate the taste of Cigarettes."

Harry just grinned "Yeah, but you like the taste of me." He teased with a wink.

Fleur just huffed crossing her arms "So? No kisses until you use mouthwash." She snapped, holding her head high.

Harry shrugged again "It's calming…really calming." He said letting the nicotine rush through his veins "I like it."

Daphne smirked as she calmly talked to Granger "I thought you would Potter, so Dark and Brooding." She teased the young man "You needed a Fag."

"Not Brooding." He muttered with a glare, blowing smoke at her.

Daphne rose her brow "That's what you're complaining about? Not that I just called you Dark?" Her voice almost sounded surprised or shocked.

Harry grinned "Was almost in Slytherin for a reason." He said tapping her shoulder before walking towards the door "I have a little visit with a Reporter."

Hermione paused her conversation with Daphne about Potions and looked to Harry as he walked off "Wait! Harry!" The raven haired fourth champion didn't respond.

"Shit he's going to go ballistic on her isn't he?!" Daphne said as they started to chase after Harry, Fleur running a bit faster than them as she was taller. "Bloody fucking Gryffindor's! Blunt shits!"

"Daphne!" Hermione said looking over at the girl with surprise "Where on earth did you learn that!"

"Home!? I'm a fucking Half-Blood." She snapped running along the corridors, where the hell did Potter vanish too? "My mum is a Muggleborn, Dad is a Pureblood."

"Are they married?" Hermione asked, not knowing her blood status.

"No, I'm a Bastard child." She snapped again her mouth clinched tightly around the smoke in her mouth "I have a younger half-sister though, she's a Pureblood."

Hermione nodded as they ran around looking for Harry when she stopped "OH that little." She placed a hand on her eyes "He took a secret passageway, he never told me all of them. He's likely already half way to Hogsmead by now."

"Then we need to get moving!" Daphne said loudly, crushing her fag under the sole of her boot. Fleur was being strangely quiet though the French woman looked worried.

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Harry managed to slip past them, using one of the tapestry passages and then using the One-Eyed Witch Statue he made it down to Hogsmead rather quickly. He slip out of HoneyDukes and went straight for the Three Broom Sticks, he cast a muttered scourgify on his clothing cleaning them off rather effectively.

He stashed the sword at the mouth of the entrance along with his backpack, he looked like any other student other than the fact his eyes were a glow with a sickly death red to them. His brow was creased and he honestly never looked more frightening.

Harry pushed open the door, the shrunken heads looked up in alarm "Oi! Shut the damn door! No one under age is allowed in today." They coursed, glaring at the young man.

"Silence" He half hissed in parseltongue, moving past the door and shrugging off someone's arm. He went straight for the painted bitch herself. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He growled as she looked up over her glass with a smile.

"Oh Harry! I didn't know you were overage."

"He's not. Mr. Potter I need you to leave." The Bar lady said in a careful tone.

Harry was just glaring daggers at the woman before him, he did turn a stray eye to the barmaid "I'll be gone before you know it." He said in a clear voice then turned back to Skeeter "Still want that interview?"

Rita looked back at him with a raised brow, it seemed like she was examining him for a few moments before nodding "Sit, I just need my quill."

Harry sat down across from her, placing his hands under his nose and leaning on them glaring at her.

"So Mr. Potter or can I call you Harry?"

"Only my friends call me Harry, Skeeter." He snapped, coldly.

Rita frowned "Right well, Mr. Potter why did you enter yourself in the Tournament?" She asked with a curiously raised brow, most people in the pub were watching with a cross of interest and confusion.

Harry grinned, it almost looked feral "Who says I did? Dumbledore made those age lines, how could I possibility break those?" He asked with a raised brow, completely calm on the outside but inside he was thirty for blood; which his eyes still showed.

Rita scoffed "Surely you found a way past them?" She pressed.

"I can tell you exactly where I was on the night before Halloween." He said in a clear voice, leaning forward "I snuck out of the castle and Flooed to the Frost Wing in Godric's Hallow."

Rita now seemed confused "And why would you do that?"

Now he had her in a small trap "To visit my dead parents, see the monument they made for them and visit the house of childhood you bitch." He growled, eyes nearly glowing "Their tombstone reads 'The last enemy is death."

Rita paused as did many other people in pub, while he wasn't completely lying he did sneak out but only to the Black Lake. Sirius had told him what was on his parents tombstone, he kind of found it revolting and in bad taste.

"Oh…." Rita said with a curious glance as her quill scratched something out "We're getting off topic, what did you think of the Dragons? Were they terrifying?"

"No." He answered simply "I was prepared for any manner of beast, as the first challenge usually includes a beast of sorts." He ran his fingers along the table, looking bored "I knew exactly which animals they could possibly bring, Dragon's though were a slightly surprising as they are very dangerous to anyone."

"How did you come up with the way you defeated your Dragon? The Horntail."

"Dragon's are fire breathers, they start with either a tail lash or a breath of fire. Based on the fact this one was a mother, she'd try to keep me at a distance." He explained calmly, rolling his blood red eyes "I recalled the frozen fire spell from History of Magic. Dragon's being a creature of fire wouldn't much like water, being they are also reptiles they won't survive in cold climates."

Rita nodded her head slowly, her quill scratching away "And the Ball, I recall hearing you went with the Beauxbatons champion Fleur Delacour."

"I did, she's a very lovely woman and we get along swimmingly." He said dully.

Rita then grinned "Are you aware that Miss. Delacour is a quarter Veela?"

"I am."

"And?"

"And?"

"What do you have to say about it?"

Harry regarded her for a moment before answering a deathly calm voice "Not a goddamn thing."

"You don't mind that your girlfriend is a Half-Breed? Like your friend Hagrid or Remus Lupin?"

Harry grinned, that oh so cruel smile "I don't give a damn." He said slowly reaching for her glass of what looked like Nettle Wine, it only had a quarter left and he swallowed the contents.

"That was mine Potter, you don't give a damn? I heard Hagrid might be resigning." Skeeter said with a smile.

The Barmaid was about to say something when a crashing sound could be heard.

Harry just slammed the glass onto her face, effectively breaking the glass and her glasses. Blood splattered out onto the table, and on his hand even nicking himself with a glass shard as the glass fragments pierced her skin, she howled in pain and went to the floor. Harry stood up and placed a few bloody Sickles onto the table.

"For the glass." He said to the Barmaid, then looked back at the form of Rita Skeeter "I'll make this perfectly clear, fuck with my friends and I'll do so much worse." He said grabbing the quill and snapping it in two, then her little notepad; he pocketed that. He turned on his heels, leaving the shocked forms of the patrons behind as he just grinned.

One man stood up and clapped "That was bloody brilliant!" He said with a howl of laughter, he only thought it was funny because he was a reporter for the Ministry Times; a rival paper for the Prophet.

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The group of girls made it down to Hogsmead and went straight for the Three Broomsticks, only to find Harry just now leaving. He twisted his neck a few times before he saw them "Oh, Hello."

"Harry! What did you do!?" Hermione said looking at the scene inside.

Harry shrugged his shoulders "Absolutely nothing, just broke a glass over Skeeters face." He answered casually, stretching out with a yawn "Call my girlfriend, Remus and Hagrid a Half-Breed stupid bitch."

Hermione's mouth snapped shut but Daphne's went unhinged with laughter. Fleur leaned towards his ear "Did you really do that for me?" She whispered gently.

"Oui." He whispered back catching her lips for a quick kiss "Cherry?" He asked as he ran his tongue over his lips.

Fleur's face went lightly pink "Oui, I like Cherries." She said puckering her lips.

"So do I." Harry said with a small smirk, he pulled out the pad "Here." He tossed it to Hermione who caught it easily.

"What's this?"

"Skeeters."

Hermione looked rather interested as did Daphne "Have fun girls." He said walking back towards the road for the castle. Fleur close in tow, she was holding onto his hand.

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The rest of the week past by closely, he really spent most of his time ditching classes and with Fleur or Daphne. The Slytherin girl was a rather bad influence, but then again so was he when he wanted to be. However this was the day he was leaving, he wouldn't be back for another month and that would be the day of the Second Task.

He pressed his lips to Fleur's and looked into her eyes "I'll be back before you know it, the group will always be there for you." He whispered, having the knowledge of how much she was isolated from her peers.

Fleur ran her fingers over his lips "I know…I just don't want you to leave." She whispered back.

Harry winked "When you see me next, don't be surprised if I'm stronger than you." He said casually.

"You already are." Fleur huffed out, flicking his forehead.

Harry just shrugged, rubbing the spot "I'll keep an eye on you." He said touching the Lily flower with his index finger "Always." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small white lily "Je te aime"

Fleur stopped with her grasp on the lily flower, looking at him with wide eyes "W-What was that?"

Harry sighed giving her a compassionate face "Je te aime." He repeated.

"Je te aime?" Fleur mouthed slowly, before a smile graced her nearly perfect features "Je te aime" She caught him with another kiss "I can't wait for you to return, Tempete."

"You keep calling me that I might not leave."

A hand came onto his shoulder "Yeah about that, we should go, now." Andromeda said in a sad voice "I need all the time I can get to teach you lightning and some Water."

Harry frowned a little, making his face look lopsided "One second." He said before catching Fleur's lips once more. Then he rested his forehead on hers "I'll be back."

"I know." She said before turning on her heels, the Lily held carefully inside her left hand.

Harry watched her leave with a frown "Let's leave." He then turned from the Hogwarts Gate "I'm ready for whatever you can throw at me."

Andromeda smirked "Get ready for four months of Black family tradition." She said casually, looping a necklace around his neck and then they vanished. When they reappeared it seemed like some sort of reinforced cabin, with locks and metal walls. The room was magically enlarged he was sure, it only had two other doors and they read in neat script 'Loo' and 'Bedroom'

He felt something hit the back of his knees and he feel forward, then he felt wet "You're stuck with me for four weeks, two of those will be learning to use your natural electricity and turning that into a weapon. The other two will be training your body for times in water for the second task."

Then the form of Andromeda repeated itself, only this time she was carrying over her shoulder a version of himself. The version looked rather bloody and run down, or at least that's what he thought it looked like. That Andy didn't say anything and walked towards the bedroom, a lock could be heard.

"The only time you'll see a past version of yourself is when you need to sleep. Anytime after that you'll be training." She snapped "You'll be eating a potion three times a day to give your body nourishment and you'll be given restroom breaks as needed."

"Welcome to Hell."

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Hello Hello, I apologize for the delay as I am just now getting over an illness and haven't had much time for writing. Now on to some reports, Yes I know Harry might seem to be coming unhinged and there is a reason that will show itself soon, so just be patient. Now I'll answer some questions.

Will Harry become an Animagus?- I am afraid not, he'll show later that he has an issue that can't let him become an Animal (Same reason he's going darker.)

How 'Dark' will the Drifters be?- You know how the Aurours can't use dark magic or kill another? Yeah they don't have any problems doing that, at least the warriors won't. Let's say there will be three times of Drifters: Sentinels, Harbingers and Philosophers. Which will be explained later.

Will he move the Basilisk Corpse or did it rot away?- I can certainly say it did not rot away, as the chapter just explained it. He will likely pick the carcass clean of skin, flesh and teeth; then he might suspend it from the ceiling showing what they can do if they work hard. (BTW, never tempt a Demon with a Soul selling we take those rather seriously.)

This next one isn't really a question but an observation: John Watson doesn't want to mess with his bosses mind too much, he's on the Muggle Police force because he's keeping an ear to the ground for Wizard on Muggle Violence. He explains that he doesn't think the Dursely's deaths are Wizard related as they were killed via Muggle ways (She stabbed Vernon 37 times in the chest and cooked Dudley's head in a pot!)

I also recall hearing so many things about the Mirror Mirror I used for the Ball, Yes it is RWBY I am rather fond of RoosterTeeth and I was curious to see how many people spotted it and to one fan I can say, I will be throwing more of it around and you might get your wish.

When Will Harry have a chat with the Threstal?- Good catch on that one, Harry will likely talk to the beast when he's finished training or during training with Sirius as he has no idea how to do the ritual or even the first step in become Lord.

So did I cover everything? If not P.M me and will talk about it! So until the next update my little lambs~ Demon of Slytherin House.