Hello, all you sinners, I know I didn't continue this for some time but now I think I should return to it. Also at the end of the chapter, I will announce the poll's winner. For now for some Q&A.
Gamelover41592: Thank you, I had to look up the Basilisk and thought that Rooster blood would be more appropriate since the blood in the movie was never in question (assumed to be rat blood) and in the books, it was red paint, which makes it less horror. So rooster blood was used.
mezentsevmichael: You will have to wait and see with that one.
Ultrautahraptor: It will take some time with the Basilisk.
Chronolocked: Harry's snake is more powerful than a basilisk, plus I don't think he would want a snake that can kill him by just looking at him. Sam will be more powerful than a Basilisk. But read to find out.
Amiral Bitsko: Now I'm getting ideas.
Amelia831: Well he is the Prince of Hell, and has that natural charm. And he is the Prince of Hell and second to the throne so, makes sense.
Anyway, Let's dive right into Hell!
Chapter 18: The Rogue Bludger
A few days have passed since the incident with the writing on the wall and the attack on Mrs. Norris that petrified the cat. Filch kept pacing the spot where she was attacked and anyone who got close to that corridor was chased out by the caretaker. He even tried to give them detention by breathing or passing by him as he tried and failed to clean up the bloody words. It appeared that the message was enchanted to stay up no matter how hard it was scrubbed with soap, water, or magical items meant for cleaning.
After that Halloween, both Harry and Hermione spent some time in the library looking up anything that can cause petrification. "Find anything," the Prince of Hell asked his bushy-haired friend.
"No, nothing so far. And nothing about the Chamber of Secrets either," Hermione told him as she was looking through one of the books. "And to make things worse, all the books about Hogwarts have been taken out."
"Seems we've reached a roadblock. Is there anything we can use?"
"Just one thing, but I want to ask it during Professor Binns' class," Hermione told him.
"Ugh, do you have to ask him?"
"Do you have a better idea?"
Harry looked at Hermione as he couldn't answer. "Well, I can see why you would want to ask him. But do you think he will talk about the Chamber?"
"It's not like any of the other professors are going to talk about it. So Binns seems to be the only other choice we have."
"If you're able to convince him to give us some useful information, I will let you know one secret about my mother," Harry told her. "Good thing the next class is history," Harry said as he closed the book he was reading as they both left the library and joined up with Ron in class.
Just like always, History of Magic was completely and utterly boring. Professor Binns was jabbering on in a droning voice like he was an old vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone was in a deep stupor, occasionally coming around long enough to enter a name or an important date. Harry was ready to raise his hand just so he can ask instead, but Hermione made her promise and shot out her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Professor, I was wondering if… you can tell us about the Chamber of Secrets," Hermoine asked as every student looked interested within the second.
"Young lady, I teach the history of magic, not myths and legends," Professor Binns said dryly as he was about to continue his boring lecture once more.
"Professor, aren't some myths and legends born from small facts," Harry added, helping out his friends as every student murmured in agreement. "Plus, isn't this school important to magical history?"
"You're not wrong, Mr. Magne. One can argue that I suppose," the ghost of a teacher agreed. "Very well. As some of you must know, Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago by four great witches and wizards of their time. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They built this castle from prying muggle eyes as magic was feared by common people, causing witches and wizards to suffer from persecution. If you ask me, those 'burning at the stake' executions are inhumane and barbaric. Plus, a skilled wizard or witch could put it out easily." He paused as everyone seemed to look interested in the subject before continuing. "For a few years, the founders worked hard in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who had potential in magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. Three of the founders coexisted with one another, one of them did not. Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective with the students within Hogwarts. He believed that magic should be kept within all magic families. He disliked taking in students who were Muggleborn, believing them to be untrustworthy. Seeing as he could not convince the others, especially Gryffindor, he left the school."
'That explains the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin,' Harry thought to himself as he listened to more of Professor Binns' lecture, even jotting down some notes on the side in case any information was useful.
"According to legend, Salazar Slytherin built a hidden chamber within the castle that the other founders knew nothing about. The chamber has never been found, but legend says that one day, his heir will return and unseal the Chamber of Secrets, unleashing the horror within to purge the school of those unworthy to study magic," Professor Binns told the class.
"Muggleborns," Hermione whispered, feeling as though the air got thinner.
"But as I said, no chamber has ever been found within the castle. So it has been told as a mere myth. Now, let's return to our original topic," Professor Binns said as he tried to get away from the talk about the Chamber.
"I just have one question, sir. What do you mean by the 'horror within the chamber'? What's that mean," Harry asked as he hoped that he could get a clue.
"Well, it is said that the chamber is home to a monster that only the heir can control," Professor Binns told the second-year Gryffindor. The class gave each other nervous looks as the Prince of Hell kept writing notes on the last few parts before the ghost of a Professor continued his boring lecture once more.
While the class barely focused on the actual lesson, Harry thought about what the monster could possibly be. 'A monster in the Chamber of Secrets? The Heir can control it? Does it have to do with petrification?' These thoughts and more flooded Harry's mind as he started to go into the 'thumbtacks and string zone' like private investigators did in some novels and shows he enjoyed at home. 'Well, I guess I owe Hermione a fact about Mom now,' Harry thought to himself.
Despite the new clues about the mystery, Harry was having a block on what the monster could be. Deciding to leave it aside for the moment, Harry focused on his team's upcoming Quidditch match. Just like last year, the first game of the season was Gryffindor VS Slytherin. But unlike last time, Harry's opponents had allegedly superior brooms than his own and a new Seeker in the form of Draco Malfoy. These details did little to actually bother Harry as he was more focused on using the game as a way to clear his head to focus on the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets later.
After class, Harry was walking with Ron and Hermione to talk about what they heard about the chamber. "Do you think it's true? Do you really think there's a Chamber of Secrets," Ron asked.
"Yes. Even if Binns thinks it's just a myth, the other teachers are worried," Hermione answered.
Harry was the next to speak up. "But if there is a Chamber of Secrets that's been opened up already, then that means…"
"The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts," Hermione stated. "The question is… who is it?"
"Since it didn't happen last year, it could be a first-year student," Harry theorized. "But then again, maybe they could have learned what they are over the summer and just gotten that status."
"We'll have to figure out who would want to be like Salazar Slytherin himself," Hermione told the boys.
"Let's think," Ron said in a slightly sarcastic tone, like what he was going to say next was obvious. "Who do we know that thinks all Muggleborns are scum?"
"If you're talking about Malfoy…"
"Of course, I am," Ron told Hermione, interrupting her. "You heard him when we saw that writing. 'You'll be next, Mudbloods.' You think that prejudiced rich twat isn't involved," he said, reminding them of what the slicked-blond said that Halloween.
"I heard him. But Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin," Hermione questioned, not believing it.
"Maybe Ron's right about the cunt, Hermione. Look at his family," Harry stated while crassly insulting Draco. "The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries according to him and history books. Plus, his dad does have this obviously evil look to him," he explained.
Thinking about the idea, Ron realized something. "Crabbe and Goyle must know. Maybe we can trick them into telling us if it's true," he said.
Hermione scoffed at the suggestion. "Even they aren't that thick, but there might be another way," she dismissed before remembering something mid-sentence. "Mind you, it would be difficult. Not to mention, we would be breaking about 50 school rules. And it will be dangerous. Very dangerous."
Ron looked nervous, but Harry just smirked. "Care to explain," the Prince of Hell asked before the three headed for the library. As they entered, Hermione showed the librarian a note from Lockhart to allow them into the Restricted Section. "Lockhart sign that without looking," Harry asked.
"After the whole pixie thing, I thought I could learn more from the library and asked if he could sign it," Hermione said. "He didn't even look away from his autobiography that he was reading."
"I knew it," Ron remarked before Hermione found the book she wanted to show the boys. "Moste Potente Potions?"
"Here it is," Hermione said as she turned to a specific page. "The Polyjuice Potion. 'Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform themself temporarily into the physical form of another being.' This is my idea."
"You mean if Harry and I drink that stuff, we'll turn into Crabbe and Goyle," Ron asked to see if he understood correctly. "Wicked. Malfoy will tell us anything."
"Exactly, but it's tricky," Hermione stated. "I've never seen a more complicated potion," she told them.
"Probably because this is meant for older students," Harry theorized as he glanced at the ingredient list and directions. "How long will it take to make it?"
Looking over the directions, Hermione answered. "A month. Maybe a little more than that."
"A month," Harry exclaimed in surprise. "If Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin, he'd attack half the muggle-borns in the school by then," he stated, showing worry for the time that will pass.
"I know… but it's the only plan we've got until your friends and family can give us more info they find," Hermione said.
Sighing, Harry accepted that it would take a while to get answers and rubbed the back of his head. "Alright. We'll get what we need for it as soon as possible," he said. "Oh! And I still owe you that thing I promised."
"Go ahead. What's that secret about your mom," she asked. Whispering in her ear, Harry gave Hermione one secret about his mother Lilith. The secret left the girl wide-eyed and stone-faced. "Really?"
"I am not lying."
"But why-how… is it even supposed to be a topping?"
"Charlie does the same thing. I guess she copied it from mom," he told her, confusing Ron as he tilted his head at them like a dog.
"I need a minute," she told the Prince of Hell as she had to process this news. "Pineapple on pizza," she muttered quietly in surprise and confusion.
It was finally the first game of Quidditch at Hogwarts for the year and both Gryffindor and Slytherin were hard at work. Before the match, Harry got to see his family and friends from Hell again in human forms. But unlike last year's entrance to the Quidditch pitch, it was Stolas himself creating a dramatic entrance for everyone through a grand and starry portal, like stepping through a human-sized galaxy. Apparently, Octavia convinced her father to come and cheer for Harry during the game and the Goetia prince was happy to show up. Though in truth, they would be needing to cheer a lot harder as Slytherin was kicking their ass.
The Chasers and Keepers kept tossing the Quaffle around like it was a hot potato, showing that neither side was giving up just yet. While dodging the other players and balls, Harry watched as two Chasers from Slytherin worked to keep Wood away from the goal as the green-clad team made another score. "Another goal for Slytherin," announced Lee Jordan as he kept track. "They lead Gryffindor 90 to 30 now."
While the crowd watched on as Slytherin celebrated before flying in formation again to taunt the Gryffindor team. Harry had to duck when one of the Slytherin Beaters aimed their bat at his head. Seeing that from the crowd, Stolas and Octavia scowled at the opposing team. "Those children need to learn some manners," the Goetia prince stated.
Harry was still looking out for the Snitch. But when the score was still 60 to 0, a rainstorm started and made searching for the flying ball difficult. It didn't help when Malfoy flew higher than him to search as well. "Alright there, Scarhead," Malfoy asked tauntingly.
"Better than you, Malfoy," Harry muttered, glaring at Draco for a second before focusing on his job as Seeker. As he tried to search for the Snitch, a Bludger came flying toward him and he had to duck out of the way.
"Watch yourself, Harry," Oliver Wood reminded the Seeker. But as he did, the Morningstar prince watched the ball loop around and come back in their direction.
"Wood, look out," Harry shouted as the Bludger came right back and hit the tip of Woods's broom, making him spin out of control before crash-landing on the soft grass. The Bludger attacked Harry once more, but the Prince of Hell dodged the ball once more and sped away as the ball was chasing after him like a persistent hornet.
Everyone in the stands watched as the Bludger was following after Harry before the Weasley Twins stepped into the fray to help their friend and teammate. "We got you, Harry," George exclaimed as he knocked the Bludger away with his bat. However, the ball just chased after the Seeker again. "What the…"
Fred sped up and knocked the Bludger away next, but it just returned to a relentless pursuit of Harry. Beating it away with George a few more times, the twins came to only one conclusion since Bludgers were meant to go after everyone rather than one person alone. "The Bludger's gone rogue," Fred exclaimed, warning Harry. "It's got a spell on it to go after you!"
Hearing that, Harry immediately flew off to try and escape the Bludger. But when the twins tried to help keep it away, the rain loosened their grips on their bats and was sent spiraling across the pitch before they regained control. "Shit," Harry cursed as he saw the Bludger chasing him.
Watching from the stands with binoculars, Hagrid saw the Bludger chasing after Harry no matter how hard the boy turned. "Blimey, Harry's got 'imself a rouge bludger," the half-giant said to Ron, Hermione, Charlie, and the others from Hell that stood with the Gryffindors. "That's been tampered with that has," he shouted toward the referee for the game.
"Oh great, someone else is trying to kill my brother in another Quidditch game," Charlie growled as her pupils were turning into slits for a few seconds before she slowly keep her cool to not show any signs of her demon heritage.
"I'll stop it," Ron said as he pointed his broken wand at the flying brown ball.
"No," Hermione exclaimed as she slapped Ron's arm down to his side.
"Even with a working wand, you might hit Harry or another player. Even if it's one of those Slytherin fucks," Octavia told the red-haired wizard as he sighed and put his wand away.
"I'd love to rip apart the bastard who jinxed it," Loona commented as she wished she could use her Hellhound abilities right now, but she would need to get a whiff of the ball before looking for the person responsible.
For now, Harry was weaving in and out of the arena just so he can get the Bludger off his tail, but the ball just charged through the stands and caused damage to the structures. The Gryffindor Seeker flew around until he pulled a sharp turn up, similar to the feint that originally helped win him his first game. As he did, the Bludger went straight into a stand where he hoped it would get stuck.
"Training for the ballet, Magne," Malfoy mockingly asked, prompting the Prince of Hell to give the platinum-haired boy an ugly glare. Just then, the Golden Snitch flew right by and Harry saw it one second before Malfoy did. But as they saw the Snitch, the Rogue Bludger came charging in again like a mad beast.
The two Seekers ducked to avoid the Bludger before they gave chase to the Snitch. As they did, Draco hit Harry to push him back and reach closer to the golden ball. However, the Snitch dived down below the pitch and into the supports for the stands. Giving chase, Harry followed after Malfoy before he heard the Rogue Bludger break through some of the wood. "What is with this thing," Harry muttered before he saw a beam coming up fast, forcing him to spin and dodge before catching up to Draco.
With the Snitch just out of reach and not wanting to risk speeding up surrounded by the supports, Malfoy turned back to taunt Harry again. "You'll never catch me, Magne!"
"Kinda worried about something else, Malfoy," Harry shouted as the Bludger sped up, breaking through more and more beams of wood. As the chase continued, the Snitch soon went back up to the field and the Seekers were neck and neck, no matter how many hits they gave each other. Seeing a familiar camera fiend of a first-year, Harry screamed a warning. "COLIN, GET DOWN," Harry warned the boy as he and Draco passed by.
Colin was wondering what Harry meant as he took the picture, then saw the Bludger zoom toward him. "AAAAGH!" Ducking out of the way, the avid photographer avoided getting hurt before seeing the ball chase after Harry when he and Draco dived back into the pit between the stands and field.
"Can this get any worse," Harry complained before hearing the sound of several pieces of wood breaking. Turning his head back, he watched the Bludger hit the beams like it was a pinball. "I guess it can," he dryly remarked before the ball broke through the decorative banners and ended up circling the outside to attack Harry from the front. "OH SHIT!"
Both Seekers dodged the Bludger, but Draco lost control of his broom and the front end hit a beam. With the angle of impact and the direction he was going, the Slytherin Seeker ended up pole-vaulting up onto the field and tumbling across the wet grass landing in a painful split.
"Ooo, that had to hurt," Stolas remarked from his seat with Lucifer, Lilith, and the Hogwarts staff.
"I'm more concern about the flying rock chasing my baby boy," Lilith exclaimed as she watched the Bludger chase Harry.
The Gryffindor Seeker was nearly in reach of the Snitch when the Bludger roared toward him, hitting his outstretched arm and breaking it with a sickening crunch. "MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH," he screamed in pain as he clenched his arm for a few seconds. But despite the pain, he still kept his eye on the Snitch as he curled his broken arm around his broom and used his good arm to reach for the golden ball. 'Come on, almost there, I almost have it,' he thought to himself as he got closer and closer. Soon, he felt the ball within his fingertips and threw his hand over it before falling into the mud below him.
"HARRY," exclaimed the boy's friends and family as they rushed to go and check on the boy.
"Harry Magne has caught the Snitch," announced Lee Jordan. "Gryffindor wins 180 to 90," he said as the Snitch's wings folded back into itself. Harry smiled as he thought now that the game was over, the Bludger would finally stop. However, the Rogue Bludger didn't and rushed toward Harry, ready to cave his head in with one fast slam before Harry rolled out of the way. "WHAT!? The Bludger is still attacking?! Somebody stop that thing," Lee exclaimed as he watched the mud fly up from the impact.
The Bludger kept going after Harry, forcing him to move out of the way of several strikes that nearly got his chest, shoulder, and groin. However, Harry could barely move and one strike ended up getting his foot. Screaming in pain again, he was left vulnerable for the Rogue Bludger to finish him off just as his parents, sister, and friends all arrived.
Seeing her brother in pain, Charlie's eyes narrowed into slits and her hair stood on end as she thrust her hand up toward the rising ball. "ALCRETE AVAVAGO!" Charlie shouted as she unleashed a raging hellfire in the shape of a bird. The infernal avian collided with the Bludger, incinerating it to ash before it could strike Harry once more. The flames continued to jet forward until they crashed into the clouds above, creating a break in the storm and the dark sky became a clear blue once again.
Most of the crowd gawked at the level of power Charlie's spell had before a string of pained profanities turned their attention to the injured Harry. "Harry, are you okay," Stolas asked him.
"Not really. I think my arm and foot are broken," the boy told the disguised prince of the Ars Goetia.
"Not to worry, Harry," said Gilderoy Lockhart. "I'll fix that arm of yours right away."
"No. Not you," Harry told him, rather wanting to put up with the throbbing pain than being treated by Lockhart.
"Poor boy. He doesn't know what he's saying," Lockhart said, ignoring Harry's protests as he rolled up the Seeker's sleeve. "Now… this won't hurt a bit," he said before pulling out his wand. "Brackium Emendo!"
A light blue shine came from Lockhart's wand while everyone watched him attempt to heal Harry's arm. After the light faded, Harry couldn't feel the pain and thought that for once the DADA teacher did something right. However, he also couldn't feel his fingers either. As Lockhart lifted it, it dangled around and everyone reacted in disgust as Harry's arm was more like a rubber toy at this point. "Ah, yes, well… that can sometimes happen, but uh… the point is you can no longer feel any pain. And very clearly, the bones are not broken," Lockhart said as he folded Harry's limp noodle of an arm backward, grossing out everyone more.
"Broken!? There are no bones in the boy's arm at all," Lucifer shouted as he lifted Lockhart by his cloak and glared daggers at the wizard. "Fix this now or by the seven rings of Hell, I will turn your entire body into a coat rack," Lucifer said with a menacing and demonic echo in his voice. Frightened beyond rational thought, Lockhart did the only thing he could do against Lucifer's wrath and passed out. Seeing the man dangling in his arms, Lucifer only gave a deadpan stare. "Pussy."
"It was either that or fear my wrath," Lilith warned before Hagrid picked up Harry. "Let's get you to the Hospital Wing, sweetie. After this whole thing, I don't think you should be grounded."
"Thanks, Mom," Harry said before hissing as his foot was still in pain. "I don't think I would practice polka anytime soon, Dad."
"Don't worry about it, son. I know you wouldn't be good at it anyway," Lucifer told him as he and everyone walked with him as he was sent to the hospital wing.
After getting his broken foot healed up by Madam Pomfrey's healing magic, Harry waited for her to return with something to help with the tube of gelatin that was his right arm. As he waited, he was surrounded by his friends, family, and teammates. "At least my foot doesn't hurt anymore," he told everyone.
"That's a relief," Verosika voiced before her attention turned to the groaning Malfoy in another bed. "Kid needs to work on flexibility if he's whining so much," she remarked before demonstrating her own flexibility by lifting a leg over her head and doing a pirouette.
This earned a chuckle from the Prince of Hell as several of the guys from Hogwarts watching went wide-eyed. "Might want to put your leg down, Verosika," Harry said.
"Right," the succubus said as she put her leg down, then heard Malfoy's moaning. "Give me one second," she said before walking to the Slytherin's bed. After the sound of a high-pitched girlish scream was heard, Verosika returned to Harry's side. "That should shut him up for a few days."
"Did you-"
"Don't ask questions, dear. Just rest and let the nurse fix you right up," Lilith told her son.
"Excuse me, coming through," Madam Pomfrey said as she excused everyone that was in her way as she carried a bottle that looked like a skeleton. "Should have been brought to me right away. I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back is not an easy task."
"You'll be able to, right," Loona asked the nurse as she saw her pour some liquid from the skeletal bottle into a cup.
"I'll be able to, but it will be painful," Pomfrey said. "I will warn you, Magne. Regrowing bones is a nasty business," she said, handing the boy the potion. Taking a swig of the cup, Harry immediately did a spit take from the nasty taste. "Well, what did you expect? Pumpkin juice?"
"I kinda expected it to taste nasty, but I didn't expect it to be that nasty," Harry coughed.
"Let me see that medicine," Stolas said as he took the Skele-Grow and examined it. He swirled the glass around like inspecting a fine wine, then added some leafy herb into it and watched it dissolve. "This should make it go down much easier."
Taking the cup with his good arm, Harry drank up and felt the medicinal potion go down his throat with ease. "Wow. It was like drinking regular water. Master Stolas, what did you do to my drink," The Prince of Hell asked the owl demon as he had to make sure to call Stolas 'master' as a way to show respect and keep Stolas' identity hidden.
"I just added a dried herb from home. Helps with medicines that taste nasty. Gave it to Octavia whenever she was sick as a kid," the tall owl demon told Harry as he chuckled and waved a hand while treating the contribution to the prince's health like it was no big deal. "But it won't help with the pain when your bones do grow back."
"Much appertained, but Mr. Magne needs his rest now. Family or not, you all need to leave," Madam Pomfrey told the crowd as she ushered them away. "You can all see him tomorrow," she told everyone. As they said their goodbyes to Harry, the nurse checked the remains of the herb clinging to the glass and hummed in thought. "Hmm… this might slow the effects of the Skele-Gro a bit. Will probably just be an extra day to heal up."
"As long as I can feel my arm again," Harry muttered before he laid back to get some rest.
That night, Harry was doing his best to get some sleep, but he slowly woke up as he started to hear the voice from Halloween again. "Kill. Kill. Time to kill," it said, making Harry's eyes shoot open. Slowly, Harry sat up from his bed and put his glasses back on, trying to find where the noise was coming from. Trying to pay attention, he heard the voice coming from the walls and ceiling, but he couldn't pinpoint where it was going to or coming from. After the voice faded away, Harry's attention was soon brought to a figure that appeared on his bed that he hasn't seen since his birthday party back in Hell. Standing in front of him was Dobby the house-elf.
"Hello," Dobby greeted when the Prince saw him.
"Dobby? What are you doing here," Harry asked as he held back some of his anger as the house-elf did do some damage at home.
"Harry Morningstar should have listened to Dobby," the house-elf said, using Harry's real last name from Hell. "Harry Morningstar should have gone back home when he missed the train."
"So it was you," Harry said as he grabbed the house-elf by the pillowcase he wore as clothes. "Because of you messing with the barrier, I had to ride my best friend's dad's car, got attacked by a tree, nearly got me and Ron expelled, and worst of all, I nearly got grounded and had to take a polka lesson from my dad. You have 3 minutes to explain yourself or I'll make you a resident of Hell for sure!"
"Dobby did all of that so that you wouldn't be here. Dobby wanted you to stay away from Hogwarts. Harry Morningstar must go home. Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make Harry Morningstar see th-," the house-elf told the Prince of Hell before he interrupted him.
"You cursed the Bludger on me?! Now you have 2 minutes," Harry said angrily.
"Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir. Dobby hand to iron his hands," Dobby said as he showed that his hands were burnt and bandaged up.
Seeing the house-elf's fingers, Harry glared at him. "You better leave me alone before I have my bones back, Dobby. Or else I'm going to strangle you until my family comes back."
Panicking, the house-elf leaped off the bed and scrambled across the floor like a bug until he stood up. "Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home," he told the Prince, who was now standing up while clutching his regrowing arm.
"I think you have about one more minute to explain why you tried to kill me," Harry warned
"Not kill you, sir. Never kill you," the house-elf said. "Dobby remembers how it was before Harry Morningstar triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir," he explained. "Of course, Dobby is still treated like vermin," he added before starting to sob and use his pillow case shirt as a tissue.
Harry began to feel sorry for the house-elf, thinking that he should be treated far better and have something decent to wear. "Why do you wear that thing, Dobby? Can't you find an old shirt somebody doesn't want anymore," the Prince of Hell asked.
"This, sir? It is a mark of the house-elf enslavement," Dobby said as he tugged on his pillowcase shirt. "Dobby can only be freed if his master presents him with clothes," he explained. Suddenly, a banging sound was heard that caught both of their attention. Jumping onto the bed, Dobby gestured for Harry to get closer. "Listen. Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts," Dobby warned. "Harry Morningstar must not stay here now that history is to repeat itself."
"Repeat itself? You mean to tell me that someone opened the Chamber of Secrets before," Harry asked as this might be a clue to getting an answer.
Gasping, Dobby covered his mouth with his hands. "I shouldn't have said that," he said before grabbing the bottle of Skele-Gro and hitting himself over the head with it repeatedly. "Bad Dobby! Bad!"
"Dobby, stop it," Harry said as he grabbed the bottle and pulled it away from Dobby. Putting the potion aside, he grabbed Dobby by his ratty old makeshift shirt and kept him from leaving immediately. "Tell me, Dobby. When did this happen before? Who's doing it now?"
"Dobby cannot say, sir. Dobby only wants Harry Morningstar to be safe," he told the boy.
"You want me to be safe? Then tell me. Who is it?" Hearing the door creak open, Dobby snapped his fingers and teleported away like a puff of smoke in the wind. "Crap," Harry muttered to himself before seeing more people enter the Hospital Wing. Returning to his bed and pretending to be asleep, Harry watched as several of the teachers brought a student to an empty bed.
"There has been another attack," Dumbledore said as he explained what happened to Madam Pomfrey.
"He's been petrified," explained Professor McGonagall. "Do you think he took a picture of his attacker," she asked. Hearing that detail, Harry secretly glanced over to the new arrival and saw Dumbledore remove a camera from the grip of Colin Creevey. Opening the back of the camera, everyone was shocked to see the film of the camera explode into ash as if the camera itself was killed from what it took a photo of. "What can this mean, Albus," McGonagall asked in surprise.
"It means that our students are in great danger," Dumbledore replied, fearing for the young wizards and witches.
"What should I tell the staff," Professor McGonagall asked the Headmaster.
"The truth. Tell them Hogwarts is no longer safe. It's as we feared, Minerva. The Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again," Dumbledore told his Deputy Headmistress.
'Again? So this happened before,' Harry thought to himself as he lay on his bed. 'When did it happen?'
The next morning, Harry could feel his arm again, but it seemed much weaker than it normally was. "How are you feeling my dear boy," Lucifer asked as he, Lilith, and Charlie all walked in with Ron and Hermione joining them. As they entered, they saw Colin stiff as a statue in the nearby bed and the younger three grimaced at the fact another petrification happened.
"A bit better. Still might be here for another day," Harry told his dad. "At least I can move my arm," he said as he wiggled his fingers. "But my forearm feels weak," he admitted.
"If that's the case, you can stay here a little longer," Lilith said. "And to make sure you have company, we thought we'd bring you, Sam," she said as the snake slithered up to his master and went up his healing arm.
Stroking the snake's head, Harry smiled before Charlie leaned in with a smile. "Aaaaand we also got you something that your friends will love to see," the Princess of Hell said as she held out a large box and placed it on Harry's lap. Helping to open it, she gave a flourish and posed. "Ta-da!"
Harry smiled at the sight of five animal-like machine figures and pulled each one out to show Ron and Hermione what they were. He pulled out a red and gold lion, a green and silver snake, a yellow and black badger, a blue and bronze eagle, and a white owl with black details. After they were placed on the table, Ron and Hermione watched as the new toys began to move like they were alive. "Wicked," Ron said in amazement.
"That's not all they can do," Charlie said with a chuckle as she moved her fingers as if to cast a spell. "Sorcery Fusion," she exclaimed, making the mechanical animals jump off the table and fly around in the air. The kids watched as the lion folded into a torso and a head emerged from it as the snake folded and turned into legs that combined with the lion. Next, the badger and the owl folded themselves to become arms, attaching to the lion with the badger for the right arm and the owl for the left. Finally, the eagle flew behind the humanoid figure and connected to the back, allowing the head of the bird to form a wizard's hat and the wings to spread like they were part of the figure's own body. Landing in front of Harry, the five figures were now joined by one robot. "Say hello to the Warlock Megazord," Charlie said. "We got the idea for making it from that Japanese TV franchise. It was going to be your Christmas gift, but we thought you deserved a 'get well' present instead."
Harry laughed like the kid he still was as the magical toy moved around like it was fighting a monster, swinging around the sword that was made from the lion's tail. "Thank you! I love it," Harry told his family as the figurines separated into their animal forms.
"We'll be sure to give you a better gift when you come home for Christmas," Lilith told her son.
"Actually, I might not come home for Christmas," Harry said sheepishly as both Lucifer and Lilith raised a questionable brows.
"Explain," Lilith said as she gave a judgemental frown.
'No need to hide it from them,' Harry thought to himself. "Because of what attacked Colin over there," Harry told his parents as he pointed to the boy that was petrified on the bed.
Lucifer looked over his shoulder and saw the first-year Griffindor on the bed that was stiff as a board. The Devil went over to the boy and examine him. "Was he holding something in his hands?"
"A camera. He's usually carrying it all the time," Hermione told the King of Hell as she saw him with it all the time.
With that information, Lilith and Lucifer pondered what could happen. "When the teachers brought him in, they tried to see if there was a picture. But apparently, the film was turned to ash," Harry explained. "Because of him getting petrified, we want to try and figure something out over the holiday."
"And what would that be," Lilith asked.
"There's something called the Chamber of Secrets and it can only be opened by the Heir of Slytherin. There's some sort of thing responsible for the attacks," Harry explained. "We want to try and figure out who the Heir is."
"Now? How are you going to do that," Lucifer questioned.
Looking around to make sure nobody else was in the Hospital Wing at the moment, Harry gestured for his family to come in closer. "Have you ever heard of a Polyjuice Potion," he whispered to them.
"The drink that can temporarily turn you into whoever you wish to transform into," the King of Hell asked as the three students nodded. "Alright, I should warn you that it is supposed to taste like piss. As for what attacked this boy, I do have a pretty good idea, but I'll need to double-check when I have free time. You know how I run things." Lucifer said, ready to excuse himself until Harry stopped him once more.
"One more thing. I keep hearing a voice inside the walls. It says it wants to kill people."
"I heard that voice too, Dad. What does it mean," Charlie informed him.
"As I said, I need to confirm my suspicions when I have spare time. Thank you for telling me," Lucifer said as he got up. "Come along, girls. I have to get back to work and your mother has a tour to get ready for."
"Be right there," Lilith called to her husband before turning to Harry once more. "Just be safe, dear. Promise me you'll come home for the holidays next time."
"I promise."
"Good. Now get better," she said as she kissed his forehead, then started walking out the hospital wing. "Come along, Charlie!"
"Right behind you, Mom," Charlie called out as she looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "I'll let you know if we find anything," the Princess of Hell said as she kissed her brother's cheek, walking behind Lilith as she followed.
"You think it was alright to tell your mom and dad about the Polyjuice Potion," asked Ron.
"If there is one thing I know, my family trusts me," Harry said as he watched them walk off. "Hopefully, I'll see you guys tomorrow and we can work on the potion," he said as Ron and Hermione said their goodbyes and wished him luck on his recovery. When his friends left to continue their day, Harry and Samael watched his new figurines combine back into Megazord formation. "Enjoy the time while you still can, Sam. Tomorrow, we have a mission to start," Harry said as the snake stared down the sword-wielding Warlock Megazord.
And that is where we will end it. Thanks again to WaterDragonMaverick for helping with beta reading, edits, and several ideas. Such as the Warlock Megazord toy as it was inspired by the idea of getting the original Megazord from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. The original source material "Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger" was originally made in 1992, the same as the Sorceror's Stone arc's second half and the first half of Chamber of Secrets. So with that detail, Harry would have originally gotten an enchanted version of that show's main mecha. But then, we thought of the idea of the Hogwarts mascots and an owl being good Zord ideas. As such, Harry now has an original set of Zords with a formation similar to typical Megazords with a Red Lion, but with the Magiranger/Mystic Force mecha for inspiration.
As for Charlie's spell that was used to obliterate the Bludger, it is said in Enochian, a long-dead language used in private journals of occultist John Dee and his colleague Edward Kelley from late 16th-century England said to have been related to angels. The name of the spell was taken from two different attack lines in the Bayonetta games. "ALCRETE" and "AVAVAGO" translate to "fiery" and "thunders" respectively. This spell will be very important later on in Book 3's plot, so you'll get to learn more about it then.
And Now I think it is time I announce the winner of the poll. Drumroll, please. *Drum beating* And the Winner of the Poll for Who Harry should be within a relationship is… *opens the letter* The Harem! Okay, so Harry will be in a relationship with all three demon girls. The Harem won by 29 votes. Verosika had 17 votes, Octavia by 12 votes, and Loona by 8 votes. So I'm going to do the relationship somewhere later in the Prisoner of Askaban Arc or Early Goblet of Fire Arc. Speaking of the latter, I'll put another poll up for who Harry brings to the Yule Ball. But for now, I will see all of you in Hell!