Fleur's P.O.V
Fleur sat at the same spot she had taken the first night that her and Harry had arrived just as unwilling to let anyone sit near her that was of a male persuasion. Her not so subtle way of ignoring any boy that approached her made it clear she knew very well of their intentions anytime they came close and it seemed so far the only boy she would let near her was Harry who was sitting next to her on the edge of the table talking animatedly with the same Lisa Turpin girl he had conversed with last night, however brief that had been. It wasn't the conversation they were having in particular that caught Fleur's interest but the fact Harry's very essence seemed to be uncharacteristically silent telling nothing of his emotions in fact it seemed to have a semi-thick shell covering its surface with jagged spikes pointing in her direction. The venomous translucent green serpent shape that normally constantly coiled around his aura was glaring intently at her and almost seemed to be smirking.
She didn't like this development one bit.
"Charms was actually really interesting," Harry said with seemingly real enthusiasm," I even made friends with a couple of Gryffindors Ron and Hermione. Although, Hermione seems more like a Ravenclaw than even I do she knows so many facts. Even a few about magical humanoids and abilities they have."
Fleur did not like the pointed emphasis he put on magical humanoids and their abilities and how he cast her a cold withering stare seeming to have noticed the intense scrutiny she had been making of his aura, and if it seemed at all possible the thick wall hiding his emotions thickened even further and the serpent flicked its forked tongue at her sneering spitefully.
"I was pretty underwhelmed with the first lesson but I suppose it is good practice for getting a feel for using our magic," Lisa said not noticing the tense atmosphere between Harry and Fleur.
This was getting ridiculous Fleur had to talk to the boy soon if she wanted him to trust her again, as it stood right now they wouldn't be able to continue as friends if Harry was constantly on alert around her at all times. But then again didn't he have a right to be? After all she had been, up until now, peering into what amounted to his soul without having asked to or any real good reason, and now he was taking appropriate precautions against her. But at this point Fleur had always allowed this sense to stay partially active when around as many people as they were and she wasn't exactly to keen on basically blinding herself to peoples intentions wether they be good or bad but she supposed if she had to she would intentionally tune out Harry's aura unless he said otherwise.
" 'Arry could I talk to you," Fleur asked the boy with a whisper knowing he would probably know the exact reason for the private conversation.
"Alright, but let's go somewhere private I don't exactly want anyone to hear what I have to say right now. They might not find it polite to say what I want to say, to a lady," Harry whispered back just as icily as his gaze.
Fleur nodded stiffly knowing one place that the students had talked about and subsequently steered clear of even since the first day. The girls second floor bathroom or more commonly known as Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom.
Neither of the pair noticed the withering gaze that the dark Potions Master sent them, the calculating gaze of the normally cheerful headmaster, or the concerned looks Ron and Hermione were sending their new friend.
Harry's P.O.V
It was the single most depressing and gloomy bathroom Harry had ever set foot in. Under a large, cracked, and spotted mirror were a row of chipped sinks. The floor was damp and reflected the light of a few candles, burning low in their holders; the wooden doors to the stalls were flaking and one of them was dangling off its hinges. Harry could have sworn he could hear what sounded like a girl sobbing as they entered but once the person realized they were no longer alone it quieted and an ethereal blue transparent girl with black hair in pigtails and glasses almost matching Harry's in size peeked, over the top of a stall at the two.
"What are you two doing here," the girl sniffled," come to steal a kiss in solitude? Or maybe just to mock poor mopping moaning Myrtle?"
Harry's cheeks visibly reddened at the thought of kissing Fleur and while any other time he would have not minded the idea but in these circumstances he rather didn't want to entertain the thoughts any further lest she glean anymore from his emotions that he didn't want her to.
"Neither," Harry said still with a bit of flush in his cheeks," we needed somewhere quiet to talk and we figured here was the best option. I'm Harry and this is Fleur it's nice to meet you Myrtle. If you would we kind of need some privacy, unless you're good at keeping secrets," Harry said that last part with a wry grin which caused a silver blush to rush up the ghosts cheeks.
"That's fine I'll just go under the Black Lake and visit the merpeople they're rather nice if not a little odd," she said as she drifted through a few walls and out of the room leaving harry and Fleur alone.
The air was extremely tense between the two of them and Harry didn't even know where to begin but he had a hunch this would be a good place," how long have you been sensing my emotions without me knowing?"
Fleur visibly flinched under his intense and piercing gaze his pale bright green eyes appearing almost blue in the dim light of the bathroom," I-I first sensed your emotions in Diagon Alley when we met."
Harry nodded having expected that after all he had caught the glances Fleur's mother had sent her as if warning her not to do something again. Apparently Fleur saw fit to ignore that warning fully knowing Harry might react this way when he found out, his opinion of her slowly shifted and he fingered his wand in his sleeve wondering if he would have to protect himself for some reason. If she was fully willing to just gaze into his soul and see his emotions without saying so much as a word to him could she be intending to treat him just like his aunt had. This thought made Harry very aware of just how soundly she had beaten him in a duel and Harry shuddered at the knowledge he was basically defenseless against a more experienced witch. Unbeknownst to Harry, he was allowing waves of fear to leak out from cracks in his wall of emotional defense and while Fleur wasn't actively trying to see his aura she could feel his fear. He was shaking at the mere thought of being used in the same way he had been not even just a few months ago.
"W-when did you intend to tell me you were... doing what you were?"
Fleur opened her mouth but hesitated momentarily," I-I do not know. I suppose I had done it so many times already that I thought if I told you now you would never trust me again."
Harry snorted slightly," fat lot of good that did you. I guess you didn't think the stupid boy-who-lived would ever find out."
"It's not like that," Fleur said stamping her foot slightly an audible splash being heard as her foot had hit a small puddle," we 'ad been friends for a while and I was already used to passively using it in large crowds but I started using it more and more when you were around that by the time I realized what I 'ad been doing that it was a serious invasion of your privacy. I 'ave never felt someone feel emotions as intensely as you do 'Arry and it just felt amazing to see and feel anytime you were 'appy or excited about something. Imagine being in a dimly lit room for most of your life when suddenly the sun is directly in front of you and you finally feel its warmth. That's as close of a description I can make of your aura when you're 'appy."
Harry felt heat rise to his cheeks yet again. What was she saying? He had no idea how to feel about any of this or even if he should trust what she was saying but... the way she was intently staring into his eyes her, gaze never wavering he began to doubt his resolve.
Don't trust the honeyed and silvered words of this thing. She's lied to you once after all, and who's to say she isn't just doing it again. The voice that had seemed to be a constant plague in his head in times of stress said in its slightly quiet and inviting voice that seemed to have utter surety in its own words. I'm sure if you were to act now you could land a single spell. I even have the incantation and wand gesture you need for it. Its simple. The voice assured, and images flashed through his mind a pale hand jerking an Ivory wand in a zig zagging motion words over lapping with the persons lips and the voices Avada Kedavra. It's simple, right? Just two words and the right intent your magical core is more than strong enough to cast the spell.
No, I want to hear her out.
A very short pause barely the size of a breath passed in Harry's head.
But if she makes a move...
Harry let the statement hang in the air between him and the voice before he focused his gaze back on Fleur who had begun to fidget nervously at his vacant expression.
Fleur noted it seemed like he was staring directly through her almost like he was having a conversation she was not privy to, and then with a sudden jerk she recalled the serpent that seemed to coil around his aura and had a mind of its own. But she couldn't exactly say anything about it with how on the fence Harry was about her at the moment she could only hope he would believe her sincere statement.
Harry looked at her tiredly for a moment before he nodded slowly," I can understand that you use it on people you don't know and in crowds, because it's just safe to protect yourself from people who actively have the intent to hurt you. But what I have a problem with is once you figured out I wasn't one of them what was the point in just constantly invading my privacy. I understand that maybe you liked the feel of my aura," Harry said blushing at that last part causing Fleur to flush just as much as him," but just because of that, that doesn't give you a right to."
Fleur nodded knowing where Harry was likely to take this," I promise 'Arry I will not look at your aura again without your explicit permission but I hope it is fine if I still passively use my ability when around people it is, after all, a precaution that most Veela take when around a large quantity of... males."
"That's fine I know you probably wouldn't be comfortable not being able to know if you have to protect yourself," Harry said slightly un-tensing his muscles having supposed their nerve wracking conversation had come to an end.
Fleur having noticed the lull in conversation looked down at her feet shuffling them awkwardly," a-are we still friends?"
Harry looked up at her sharply not having ever actually heard her say herself that they were in fact friends," I think so. But I'm going to be honest I might need a little time to be comfortable around you again."
Fleur nodded having expected that and tentatively walked towards him her feet lightly audible due to the small sheen of water accumulated on the floor when she was just in front of Harry she lightly spread her arms asking Harry a silent question.
He nodded slowly and let Fleur hug his shorter and thinner frame. She was at least a head taller than him and his terrible diet up until now certainly hadn't contributed well for his physique and he could tell the clear differences between himself and the fourteen year old girl. She may have been thin but hers was a healthy lithe build that made her seem petite at a glance but really she had a slightly more athletic build that allowed for streamlined dueling that she had obvious practice with. He on the other hand was just malnourished. He was also acutely aware of two things that were pressing up against his chest unashamedly, while he on the other hand made a point of keeping his crotch a significant distance from the witch hugging him. He was ashamed to admit it but his body reacted to readily to female contact that had become a necessity with his aunt otherwise she would hit him in the groin until he reacted in a way she wanted. Pushing the thoughts of his aunt further away he focused on Fleur's ever present strangely familiar smell he had noticed time and time again. Her presence was akin to sitting by a fire on a cold winter night and finding just the right position to fall asleep in.
Harry pulled away with a slight jerk realizing he had almost fallen asleep just surrounded by Fleur's warmth," I'm uh gonna stay here for a little while. I think I need to think about some stuff."
Fleur stepped away hesitantly and looked down at him," alright but don't spend to long in 'ere I think diner is almost done."
Her arms had still been slightly holding onto Harry's school robes' sleeves as if hesitant to leave him on his own but she reluctantly walked out of the bathroom giving him one last lingering glance before she disappeared around the corner.
Harry let out a shaky breath he hadn't known he was holding in at the last interaction he and Fleur had had. He hated to admit it but even with how comfortable the hug had been he had still nearly broken down into sobs at the contact. He walked over to one of the sinks and turned the knob he assumed would have cold water flowing out of the faucet. But as if mocking him the stupid faucet did absolutely nothing and when he attempted to turn the hot water knob nothing happened yet again so sighing and getting onto his knees Harry looked at the pipes connecting themselves to the sinks base. Upon closer inspection he saw that on the underside of the sink was a silver engraved serpent inside of a diamond shaped frame no bigger than maybe four inches. Frowning Harry ran his thumb across the engraving feeling a strong sense of saying something.
"Open," Harry felt ridiculous saying this out loud not having any idea why the compulsion came over him in the first place. The last thing he expected to happen was the sink sliding back in place and the stone pillar it had been attached to sliding upwards allowing the sink to slide into a small divot and now Harry could see that there was what looked like a slide made of stone which Harry really didn't want to slide down. Yet again another feeling came over him and he spoke yet again," Stairs."
And just like magic the slide reoriented its slope into steps allowing Harry to make his way down into wherever the stairs took him, he paused pulling Cobalt out of his napping spot in his school robes hood. The kitten didn't make it easy to extract him but he finally came out whining the whole time.
"I need you to keep watch over the bathroom while I'm down there. If I don't come back in about thirty minutes to an hour go and find a teacher or better yet find professor Dumbledore. If any students come by district them or come and get me," Harry paused to think for a second," actually the sink might close behind me so you might not be able to get me."
The kitten gave him a dubious look from where Harry held him as if saying," are you an idiot, that's your best plan?"
But the cat nodded sharply still glaring at him for waking him up, he wiggled out of Harry's grasp, landed gracefully on the slightly damp floor, went to stand by the bathroom entrance to stand guard, and all the while shaking water comically from his paws as he went. Harry let a small laugh out before he turned back to the winding stairs that would take him down. He gulped and then trod his way carefully down the steps.
Unsurprisingly the entrance did slide closed once he walked a decent distance down the stairs but thankfully Harry saw that there was another snake emblem on this side of the entrance meaning he most likely could open it again from here. Harrys five minute walk down the stairs was a nerve wracking experience that somehow also excited him, wonder filling him at what this could possibly be or lead to. This wonder promptly left him when he came across a knee high pile of bones in front of a large stone slab with yet more snakes engraved upon it which certainly didn't ease Harry's worries about snakes.
The slab had the exact same emblem as the sink and so Harry repeated his order from the bathroom feeling no less ridiculous," open."
The carvings slithered and hissed across the otherwise smooth stone causing multiple clicks and clanks to resound from the other side of the door, which slows swung inward allowing Harry to get his first view of the room just on the other side. It was a roughly carved out cave with multiple stalagmites and stalactites jutting out in different intervals throughout it he also noticed the pale greenish brown snake skin that was, to Harry's horror, at least thirty feet long and Harry was certain the skin could fit him, Hermione, and Ron even leaving a little room for one or two more people. This freaked him out very much and although he really wanted to turn back he just couldn't bring himself to be the same coward he had been not even months ago and he knew that if he turned back now he would be that same scared boy he had been made to be by the Dursley's and he just wouldn't let that be the case anymore. As he made his way forward before long he was standing at the end of a long, dimly lit chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more serpents, rose to a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place. The air was strangely warm while the gleaming black greenish floor tiles were bone chillingly cold even making his toes feel numb through his shoes. The air smelled slightly rancid and something in the way it smelled made his eyes water slightly before he became accustom to its smell. Harry made his way down the chambers long walk way which was outlined by water that looked like it would reach up to Harry's chest, although he wasn't about to test that theory, the slightly black coloration of the water didn't help that thought either.
Once he finally reached the end of the chamber he stood at the edge of one of the sides containing the water and before him was a large stone carving of a bearded man at least one hundred feet tall and twice that size wide, it covered almost the entire back wall. Harry looked directly at the carvings mouth and had an odd sense that if he did what he was compelled to do that something he'd rather not see would show itself to him and while he's seen quite a few things he'd rather forget, he had a sneaking suspicion he'd have a hard time forgetting what he was about to see. So against his better judgment he opened his mouth and said," open," yet again.
I hate how curious I am.
The large bearded carvings mouth slowly opened and despite its stone makeup it made fairly little noise other than the telltale sounds of gears moving behind the structure indicating it had some sort of magically voice activated mechanisms. Harry idly thought how intricate the device must be to be able to open and close at just a word It had to have been made by a very skilled witch or wizard. He was slightly sad he most likely wouldn't be able to ask the person how they had constructed the hidden chamber and its odd yet straightforward opening mechanisms, even if they were easy to open. Honestly he had no ides how someone hadn't found this place sooner it was clearly meant to be hidden but if all you had to do to get in was say open in the right spots the person who had built this place lost some points in Harry's book.
All of these thoughts subsequently left Harry's head as he heard an ungodly yet very loud audible slithering sound coming from inside of the statues gaping maw.
OH SHIT!
How could he be so thick? He had completely forgotten the giant fucking snake skin he had passed on the way down here, of course whoever built this had a built in defense system and it appeared they thought it would be a brilliant idea to put a giant snake as that defense... in a school. Full of kids. Yeah, great idea. And as if answering his thoughts the slithering began to grow even closer accompanied by a raspy voice that seemed to have hardly ever been used before," you dare come back to the chamber he built. You dare cursssse this school with your presssence. Look me in the eyesss you fool, Thomas Riddle, ssso that I may kill you and be done with your cancer of an exissstence."
Harry's spine was tingling at the words this person was saying. Who the hell is Thomas Riddle, and what did he do to piss off this person so badly?
"I-I'm Harry. My name isn't Thomas," he sud dumbly not knowing what else to say as he kept his eyes firmly set on the ground at his feet, somehow he knew that comment about looking into this persons eyes and dying was more literal than showing courage by facing his death like a man.
He could practically feel the spiteful glare that was being directed at the top of his head as if trying to look at his face without the need to have him actually face the person. A large exhalation above his head nearly bowled him over before the person spoke again," clossse your eyesss boy I want to sssee your face."
Harry gulped he definitely didn't want to close his eyes it was already a huge struggle not just giving in to his curiosity and look into this person eyes to get a glimpse of them. But he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head and closed his eyes lifting his head so that the person could get a good view of him. His whole body was tense and he was ready to spring to the side at a moments notice if he heard a sudden noise coming towards him. He knew the person was looking at him when he saw an intense yellow light behind both of his eyelids as if someone was shining two spotlights onto his face. He could feel something wet quickly flick onto his face and dart back making him sputter slightly flailing his arms to wipe his face of the slimy substance.
A hissing chuckle answered his unspoken question as to what or who had slapped his face lightly, he was now thoroughly annoyed," you are correct it seemsss young human. I apologize you are mossst assuredly not Thomasss Riddle, but you are sssomehow connected to him I can sssmell hisss corruption on you. It'sss faint but definitely there. Tell me Harry, are you of the Gaunt family?"
"Sorry, my last name is Potter but why does that matter?"
For a moment Harry could see the spotlight things behind his eyes shift back and forth slightly before they suddenly went dark and he heard the person speak again," open your eyesss and look at me you will underssstand ssslightly once you see me and I tell you why you can underssstand me. And then you will underssstand why I mistook you for Thomasss Riddle."
Against his better judgment Harry slowly opened his eyes to look at the person who he had been conversing with and it was the exact last thing he would have expected to see an enormous snake at least double his own height from its chin to the top of its head and that wasn't even taking into account how long the bloody thing was, it had to be at least double what its shed skin was. It was a dark green snake with glistening scales that looked like they could withstand a lot of punishment and If the shallow faded cuts along its body was any indication it took a considerable force to even leave a scratch. Its tongue flicked between its slightly open mouth making Harry realize what had hit his face.
Ew, it licked my face!
"Who's there I know I was talking to someone your big snake is scary and all but I don't get the point in hiding when you were clearly talking to me."
This didn't seem to be what the snake wanted to hear as it's tongue darted out yet again this time being used to smack him on the top of the head clearly showing its displeasure with his statement," I am the one who is ssspeaking to you fool. It may be odd to sssome people but you can clearly undertssstand me ssso why doesss it appear you haven't ever ssspoken to other sssnakes before. You mussst have had contact with other sssnakes sssomtime in your life."
Well maybe that would be true for most people but Harry had hardly ever left Privet Drive and the few times he did it was for school, which the Dursley's allowed him to attend to ensure he wasn't a moron. He might have had the chance to visit a zoo for a school field trip once or twice when he was younger but Uncle Vernon would never sign off on those permission slips to let him go on them and he didn't dare ask Aunt Petunia lest she put conditions for her signature and Harry didn't want to give his aunt any leverage over him to allow her to put to use her favorite punishment. If he didn't live in such a residential area he might have seen the occasional garden snake when tending his aunts garden but he lived in a fairly populated area and in Britain no less so the chances of him seeing a snake has been very unlikely to say the least.
"Sorry, no I haven't seen any snakes in person other than you really I've had a pretty... sheltered life you could say," Harry apologized to the enormous snake.
The Basilisk tilted its head to the side in a mock imitation of a curious dog that was very odd on its reptile features and made him shudder at the comparison," ssstrange you haven't ssspoken to other sssnakes and you claim to not be a Gaunt very ssstrange indeed perhapsss Sssalazar will know what to make of you," the titan of a serpent turned languidly to the open mouth of the bearded carving," go through there you will find sssomeone who can help you make sssense of all of thisss I never did have the patience for children that Sssalazar would have liked me to have."
Harry gave a nervous look at the side of the Basilisks face not wanting to turn his back to it but to be fair it could have eaten him the minute it laid eyes on him and been done with the whole affair. Sighing and not really seeing any real reason why he shouldn't other than the thought that there could be something dangerous but for the life of him Harry could not wrap his mind around anything more dangerous than a sixty foot long serpent that could kill with a glare, he walked forward to the edge of the walk way stopping at the end looking down at the murky cold looking water.
"Bridge," and just like he suspected a walk way about five feet in width rose from the water allowing him to step into the dark alcove of the carvings mouth that the Basilisk had emerged from. The inside of the carving had a tunnel that went off to the left and curved upwards assuming that that had been where the Basilisk came from due to the trail of bones that went up that way. Harry continued forward ignoring the rancid smell coming from what he assumed to be the tunnel that lead to the Basilisks nest and before long he was at the oddest sight he could think to ever come across in this secretive and immaculate chamber, a normal wooden door.
"Talk about anticlimactic," Harry mumbled his voice carrying slightly through the narrow stone passage he had walked through.
"Well excuse me if I didn't make another inane carving triggered by parsletongue, I assumed that if anyone could ever make it this far they would have either been one of my descendants or so skilled they deserved to get here without any more hassle," an irate yet wizened voice said sarcastically from the other side of the door.
Harry frowned not expecting to run into anyone down so far beneath Hogwarts and in a room guarded by a bloody gargantuan snake no less. Opening the door with a slight squeak of the hinges he looked around at the room inside which turned out to be a large study filled with bookshelves that lined the walls filled with books and various other oddities Harry didn't know the purpose for although he swore he could see the upper half to a skull on one of the top shelves. There was a large black desk with dust marring its otherwise pristine dark mahogany surface, the high backed leather chair behind it was just as dusty the only thing that seemed to be clean was a portrait of an old man with flowing black and green robes and a luxurious white beard adorning his sharp features making him and his piercing acid green eyes an intimidating sight even though he was significantly aged. An average yet still long snake wrapped its way around the mans waist and up his body before wresting its head on his shoulder giving him a distinctly Slytherin appearance.
"Quit gawking," the portrait admonished starring at Harry clearly not liking his speechless entrance.
"Sorry it's just I haven't really talked to a portrait before," Harry said going a little pink in the cheeks.
"Good lord my heir is a dimwit. Please don't tell me you're in Gryffindor I don't think I could ever live down the taunting Godric would give me if you were."
Harry frowned yet again looking at the rude man," I'm in Ravenclaw the sorting hat wanted to put me in Gryffindor I think, but I didn't want to be away from-" Harry stopped before he said Fleur which caused him to glow a brilliant shade of red.
"Didn't want to be away from someone you care about then? I can understand that as long as you didn't follow them into Gryffindor I would've never let you hear the end of it. No self-respecting heir of mine will be in the house of the blowhard dunderheads," he said nodding to himself as if Harry wasn't there.
"You keep saying I'm your heir but what do you mean," Harry asked a bit annoyed yet skimming over the fact two of his new friends were in "The house of the blowhard dunderheads" as the portrait put it.
"Well obviously you're related to me closely somewhere on your family tree otherwise you would not have been able to speak to Rina when you entered the chamber," the portrait said plainly to Harry as if he was speaking to a simpleton.
"Rina?"
"The Basilisk. Her name is Rina," the portrait looked at Harry as if it was the most obvious answer in the world," and before you ask yes, it's a female Basilisk. You wouldn't believe how many years I wasted on trying to teach a male Basilisk to protect children before I realized a female Basilisk would be so much easier due to the fact they take care of there young."
"Right, well bloody good idea keeping a sixty foot monstrosity sealed beneath a school full of children for centuries. I'm sure it was brilliant on paper," Harry said now speaking condescendingly to the portrait like it had done to him not long ago.
"Sixty feet? She's already gotten that big I haven't seen her in ages I do hope she's keeping to her diet properly I wouldn't want her to get so big she can't fit in the tunnels I made for her throughout the school," he said off handedly twirling the end of his beard in thought.
This comment made all of the blood drain from Harry's face in an instant," when you say pipes throughout the school specifically for a Basilisk are you being metaphorical or literal?"
"Well obviously I'm being literal. How can tunnels be figurative? Honestly I don't know how you could possibly be related to me you seem a little too dense."
"Right, and when you say related to you, you know or suspect that how exactly? I mean you just met me and have been proclaiming I'm your heir or whatever and I still have absolutely no idea who you even are, I mean no offense."
The portrait looked incredibly crestfallen at Harry's words before he gave a huff and glared at Harry," how could you not know who I am you must have heard about me and the other three. It's really not that difficult to piece together. I'll even give you a moment to turn over everything you've seen and heard since you've entered the chamber."
Harry frowned. Why do older people have to be so cryptic and not give straight answers sometimes, honestly for once Harry would prefer someone just spell something out for him for once. But fine whatever he was in Ravenclaw after all and he wasn't completely incompetent no matter how much Uncle Vernon professed to the contrary. So Harry began to compile everything he found significant about the chamber and how he entered it.
I found a secret tunnel that was marked with a snake emblem. The Basilisk and portrait of the man referred to talking to snakes as parsletongue something Harry had never heard mentioned before but to be fair he hasn't had a very long time to find things out about the magical world he had been recently thrust into. From the way the portrait talked about it, it was something people only from his family have which would explain why he thinks I'm related if it's that rare. The Basilisk which when boiled down to it is a giant snake, all be it with some more scary characteristics. The prevailing color of the chamber is green which was pretty much the first thing I noticed about its interiors ambient color and floor tiles. The older man in flowing green robes with a snake could around him. Oh. I really am an idiot. I even thought he had a Slytherin appearance.
As if sensing Harry's recognition when in reality it was probably very obvious on his face, the portrait straightened its posture standing tall and proud," that is right I am Salazar Slytherin founder of Slytherin House and one of the four founders of Hogwarts."
