Sorry for the delayed update, my computer was acting up again, and decided to catch up on recent stories until it was working properly again. In that time, I binged half a dozen stories, including a 350k word story that gave me a lot of ideas for a project that I have been working on, as well as some things that I could incorporate into this story. It's [NSFW] - What We Do To Survive (Original Fantasy) | Questionable Questing if you care. It's basically if you fused Hogwarts and Nasuverse Mages and threw them into a generic Fantasy world. I also have a better idea on how to pace this story going forward, so hopefully things will pick up the pace a bit.
"~ Massster, you've returned! ~"
My second trip into the Chamber of Secrets was vastly different than when I originally ventured into the depths of the castle. For one thing, instead of fearing instant conceptual death by Basilisk, I now had to worry about being squeezed to death by an overly affectionate Queen of Serpents. I could feel my squishy wizard body being strained by the force of the 'hug' I was receiving. I barely managed to escape her grasp and was now cautiously riding on her head while she told me about what she has been up to the last few days.
Dusa for her part had undergone some changes since I had last seen her, though nothing too drastic. Her scales seemed to have darkened in color and have become even harder than they were before, she gained another two or three feet in length at least, and seemed much bulkier than she was previously. But the most drastic change had to be her mental state.
"~ The Prey attempted to essscape me, but none can evade your loyal Hunter Massster. I chasssed them deep into the Foressst and towardsss the disssstant mountainsss, feasssting on thosssse they left behind. Eventually I managed to corner their King, and hissss ssscreamssss of pain and torment were beautiful to hear. ~"
She seemed to have regained some sanity, probably a byproduct of the defenses kicking in when she was fully bound. The personality that formed from her previous state was ... concerning in some respects, but nothing that I truly worried about. So, what if my pet danger noodle were a bit sadistic, it just meant that she would enjoy tormenting all of my foes even more. Though her new habit of exaggerating her S's was a bit annoying
"~ It's wonderful to hear that you have successfully exterminated such horrid creatures Dusa, and in such a short time as well. Well done. ~"
I swear on The Company that my snek gave a full body shudder upon hearing that, almost throwing me from my perch on her. Luckily, I managed to grab one of her ... horns? spikes? ridges? I'm just going to stick with horns, because who doesn't want a horny snake?
"~ Ooooh Massster, pleassse praissse me more! Tell me what it isss that you wisssh of me and it ssshall be done. ~"
She also had an obsession with praise, and I couldn't wait until I managed to give her a human body to play with.
"~ Another of mine will soon be joining us, one who shares my blood and is capable of the Serpents Tongue. She is to be considered your mistress, and her orders shall be considered mine, as long as they do not interfere with anything I have previously commanded you. Do you understand Dussssa. ~"
She stills upon hearing the first part, but when I say her name the sully body shuddering is back, though this time I manage to keep my seat.
"~ Thisss one hearsss and obeysss Massster. ~"
Great that my murder serpent is bored, now I just need to clean up the Chamber in preparation for my sister's arrival. I didn't really pay much attention to the Chamber the first time, preoccupied with Dusa as I was, but now that I had a moment to properly examine it, I was truly blown away by all the minute details that I missed.
For one, this place was well preserved, looking as if it was freshly carved rather than the millennia that it actually was. Taking a moment to cast various detection spells further increased my respect for the Founder in a way that I hadn't before. The Entire room was a death trap for those who tried to force their way in, with runes and enchantments built into nearly every square inch of this pace. From a mere cursory scan this place was immune to scrying, undetectable by magical means, had wards comparable to the castle above compressed to the size of this chamber, and was directly connected to one of the seven Ley Lines that ran through the school, making this one of the most magically charged places in all of Britian.
There were hundreds of other little things that I could detect, but not figure out their purpose, but one that I did was discover that this place had folded space in several locations, creating undetectable rooms all over the Chamber that from what I could tell were only accessible to a Portsmouth. It was honestly humbling, as even all of Voldemort's knowledge felt like the fumbling's of a child compared to the masterwork of crafting this Chamber represented. And it was now all mine, an unknowable location to practice my most dangerous magics without alerting the school, a place to keep captives and prisoners that I wished to break, and Hidden spot to meet with my sister away from prying eyes, where we could freely enjoy each other's company. Truly, coming here and binding Dusa was the best decision I made.
I just nodded and smiled at whatever inane thing was being told to me by one of my housemates four years above me, something about babbling or gibberish or other nonsense. Internally though, my mind was preoccupied by what I had just spent the last few hours doing, or rather who. My sister was insatiable, and the second she realized that I had brought her to a secret, underground dungeon belonging to one of the four Founders, had given her command of a giant danger noddle (She laughed so hard she cried when she heard me call Dusa that, though Dusa seemed to take the nickname as a badge of honor, calling herself the most dangerous noddle that ever was. I joined my sister in tears.), and basically told her that we shared a magical language that only the two of us could use, well she was eager to have a repeat performance of earlier. One that I happily obliged.
But now I was stuck in the Ravenclaw Common Room, being chatted up by someone who I didn't know, imagining my sisters' tits. I wasn't even sure why this guy (G something, Gary I think.) was speaking with me. He just ambushed me the second I walked into the common room, dragged me over to a desk, and started barraging me with information. I mean I didn't even ... Wait what?
" - and then he got mad at me for telling him we had to go save my family, grabbed a nearby sword from one of the statues and charged at me! Can you believe it, one of my bestest friends who I went on so many adventures with trying to kill ME! Well luckily the Stone Statue didn't like having its weapon taken so it got up, pummeled Kiro into the ground, took back its sword and left. He got what was coming to him if you ask me. Anyway, I'm so glad that you agreed to support me in my epic quest of magnificent proportions. Just think of it now, Fame, Money, Women, all in the palm of mi- I mean our hands."
What the fuck did I just hear. Playing back the conversation that I was barely listening to, which ranged from how big Bathsheda's ass was to whether Hagrid was getting intimate with is pets, I realized that he just spent the last ten minutes telling me how he was trapped in a cave with a group of 'friends', and how he barely manage to escape by leaving them behind only to find out one of them survived and attempted to kill him for leaving them. And now he was recruiting me to join his 'party'.
Oh, and the distinct activation of [Mind Defense] making me suddenly aware that some kind of mental influence was being used on me.
Still smiling, I calmly stood up, walked around the table we were at so that I was standing next to him, and then slammed his head into the table. As he crumpled to the ground in a bloody heap, I immediately felt the spell being cast on me come undone, and the magic trying to bind me broke. Immediately every eye turned towards me and the groaning dumbass on the ground.
"If someone wouldn't mind informing professor Flitwick that there is a matter that requires his attention, I would greatly appreciate it."
I then turned back to the idiot that attempted to control me, and proceeded to kick the ever-loving shit out of him until I was pulled away.
Two Hours later saw me in a private room with the small man, looking furious as he hears what I had to tell him.
Garold "Gary" Hessnold was a Fifth year Ravenclaw student with a minor reputation. AA Pure-Blood from a branch house of a major German Wizarding family, he transferred from Durmstrang last year and was mediocre at most magic. Known as a friendly, if intense guy he spent his time locked in his room experimenting with rituals, and from what I could tell has caused twelve students to be horrible beaten, another eight girls to have to see a mind healer about lost memories, and nine students from different houses under oaths to work for him.
The guy was a piece of shit that was targeting those younger than him and taking advantage of the lax protection Hogwarts has against internal incidents. Bastard tried to bind me to him using a complex ritual that required me to sit and listen to him for a set amount of time, then agree to assist him. The whole point of him talking my ear off was to let the ritual he had set up under the table build enough energy to capture me. The only reason I noticed was due to Tom's experience with such bindings, and Mind Defense suddenly kicking in near the end when he tried to spell me into agreeing. And from what I could tell if I hadn't been made aware of what he was doing he might have succeeded in binding me to him, at least temporarily. Would have been effective for a while until my defenses allowed me to build enough resistance to kill him or Rose found out and killed him for me.
Apparently, this type of situation wasn't as uncommon as one would think, though the victims were usually unlucky Muggle-Borns and Mix-breeds. The worst part was that it was legal to use such methods on Muggles and Muggle-Born, though only as long as they weren't under the protection of a Noble House. Seriously, what the actual fuck. This wasn't canon, neither my vague recollection of the movies and books, nor my knowledge from Tom even hinted at such a thing being common in either of those worlds. But here it was an open secret that I had stumbled onto. Hell, the only reason the Flitwick was pissed was that it was possible he raped a few of the students which thankfully was still a major crime, not that he enslaved half a dozen students. One of which was Pure-Blood though, which made for immediate grounds for expulsion and an intimate experience with a soul sucking abomination.
I left that office having been awarded Fifty house points for 'putting an end to a grave misjustice' and being recommended a trophy for services rendered to the school. And a greater understanding that this world is not the one that I thought it was. I needed to find some books detailing the rules concerning the school and laws governing this country, as well as a clearer understanding of what was considered common by this Magical Britian.