Chapter 12: The Majestic Snake
Chapter 12. The Majestic Snake
Harry opened his eyes in the early darkness of the morning. Iris' red hair was splayed all over his face. He pulled out his hand which he was using as a pillow and moved her hair away from his face. Her back was pressed against his chest and her hands were wrapped around his other arm which she had taken in her possession last night.
He, slowly and gently, tried to pry his hand out of her hold.
Iris made a cute noise in her sleep and tightened her grip around his limb and pulled it against her chest, not in any mood to let it go.
It looked like he needed to wake her up if wanted his hand back.
Harry smothered an exasperated sigh.
He guessed it was around six in the morning and they needed to be at breakfast by 7:30.
He decided to let her sleep for now. It was too early to rouse her from the dreamland.
Knowing he couldn't go back to sleep now, he occupied his time by running his free hand through her silky red hair.
That became boring after five minutes.
He tried again, in vain, to gently get back his hand, but the result was still the same. Resulting in Iris pulling it more tightly around her chest, a small frown marring her sleeping face.
Harry stifled a squeak as he was basically crushed against her back. He could feel her body heat mingling with his, he could feel her hardened nipples mashed against his hand through her pyjama shirt.
His face was on her neck. He had unintentionally kissed her on the neck when she had tugged him toward her.
Harry's face slowly turned red from embarrassment which was quite a rare thing.
He barely got embarrassed and wasn't a shy person.
The reason for his awkwardness was the tiny thing between his legs that had grown large and was flushed against Iris' bum.
As his chest was crushed against her back so was his groin behind her bum.
'Pervert! You're getting an erection from your little sister! Pervert! Go and die in a ditch!' he imagined yelling at himself.
'It's not my fault that she is pressing her arse against me! Sister or not, of course, I was going to get an erection.' he tried to defend himself from himself.
'Then just scoot back, you imbecile.' he yelled at himself in the privacy of his mind.
'Why the hell am I trying to talk to myself in my mind?'
He thought in annoyance and scooted back his crotch.
Harry sighed in relief as his boner wasn't pressed on her bum anymore.
He stole a glance at her shapely cute bum. Her pyjama bottoms, clinging tightly to her arse, did nothing in hiding the curves of her cute butt. This did not help him in the least with his 'problem'.
Harry's erection throbbed desperately as he leered at his sister's bum.
He wanted to bang his head on a wall for ogling his sister's arse.
'I'm going mad. I'm becoming a paedophile.' he thought to himself dramatically, not really that put off by the thought.
'But can I be a paedophile if I'm only a year older than her? And I don't think she would mind if I looked at her that way. She was the one who began kissing me. She might enjoy it more than me.' he tried to reason with himself, his hand creeping towards her buttocks to cop a squeeze.
'Nope! I'm going to pretend that the thought of molesting my sleeping sister never entered my mind. We're normal siblings with the exception of the nightly kisses. Maybe she'll get over her obsession with me and will start liking some other boy. I should try to taint her to the minimum.'
Harry's mind remained quiet for a few seconds and then he snorted silently.
'Who am I kidding? I've seen her eyes. I've seen her need to always be around me. I've seen the desire. She is young and she doesn't know what that desire is, but it is present in abundance and that desire sparkles in her eyes every night when she kisses me. But she is still young. I will do nothing sexual with her until she is fourteen. And even that only if she proposes to do those things.' he promised himself. Even he had some morals.
He stole another glance at her bum and really considered punching himself with his free hand.
'Think something disgusting to make the boner go away.' he thought desperately.
'Like grinding your erection against your little sister's cute bubbly arse?'
'No, you stupid mind! The other kind of disgusting.' he groaned inwardly.
'What if Snape is sleeping beside me, his hands crawling towards my chest?' he imagined.
Harry suddenly felt an icy chill run up his spine.
"Aah!" he screamed and turned to look behind him, panting in horror.
No one was there.
'My fucking stupid mind! I'm going to replace you, I mean me, I mean you...ugh!'
"Brother?" Iris asked drowsily, turning towards him.
Her eyes blinked slowly, adjusting to the darkness.
His scream had apparently woken her up.
"What happened?" she asked, yawning and rubbing her fist against her eyes after finally releasing his arm.
Harry stared at her mesmerizingly, finding her so cute.
Shaking his head, Harry laughed nervously. 'I was entertaining myself by talking to myself, inside my mind. I know how mental that sounds.'
"Nothing. Just a scary dream." He lied.
She looked at him with concern and caressed his cheeks, unknowingly sending a tingle down his groin.
"You okay?" she asked tenderly.
"I'm fine." he smiled, cupping her hand on his cheek. She looked at him a little longer and nodded when she thought he was telling the truth. She returned his smile and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Good morning, brother."
"Good morning, little one. Had a good night's sleep?" He greeted, after giving her the usual morning kiss on her forehead.
"You don't have to ask, I sleep best when I'm in your arms." She grinned, burying her face in his neck.
Harry had to actively fight against the need to crush her in his arms and take advantage of this position. She was basically on top of him. He could easily drop his hands from her waist and grope her behind.
"It's too early to listen to your cheesy lines." he chuckled instead, caressing her head. "Time to go to your own room."
"Yes." she sighed in reluctance and jumped off the bed. "See you in an hour."
She walked toward the table where the invisibility cloak was laid.
Harry couldn't help but stare at the hypnotising up-down movements of her arse cheeks through the pyjamas. He wanted to mash his face in it and motorboat her fleshy buns.
She put on the cloak and waved at him one last time before leaving through the door.
Harry finally did bang his head on the bed's headboard.
"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!"
~xXxXx~
The day was filled with a dreary atmosphere. Everyone was scared and wary, waiting for something to happen.
After yesterday, finding Mrs. Norris' still and paralyzed body, a shadow of fear loomed over everybody. Everyone was talking about the Chamber of Secrets. Everyone was wondering what exactly was the Chamber of Secrets. Everyone was waiting for the other shoe to drop in.
Harry was sitting beside Jasmine in History class. Ron and Hermione sat on the first bench in the other row beside them. Daphne and Tracey had taken the bench behind him.
Jasmine stood out as the only Gryffindor in the Slytherin row, but there had been no other empty seat and she hadn't minded sitting beside Harry.
Today's class was as boring as ever.
Professor Binns opened his notes and began to read in a flat drone like an old vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone in the class was in a deep stupor, occasionally coming out long enough to copy down a name or date, then falling asleep again. He had been speaking for half an hour when something happened that had never happened before. Hermione put up her hand.
Professor Binns, glancing up in the middle of a deadly dull lecture on the International Warlock Convention of 1289, looked amazed.
"Miss - er - ?"
"Granger, Professor. I was wondering if you could say anything about the Chamber of Secrets." said Hermione in a clear voice.
Dean Thomas, who had been sitting with his mouth hanging open, gazing out of the window, jerked out of his trance; Lavender Brown's head came up off her arms and Neville Longbottom's elbow slipped off his desk.
Professor Binns blinked.
"My subject is History of Magic," he said in his dry, wheezy voice. "I deal with facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends." He cleared his throat with a small noise like chalk snapping and continued, "In September of that year, a subcommittee of Sardinian sorcerers–"
Не stuttered to a halt. Hermione's hand was waving in the air again.
"Miss Garnt?"
"Please, sir, don't legends always have a basis in fact?"
Professor Binns was looking at her in such amazement, Harry was sure no student had ever interrupted him before, alive or dead. He shared an amused smile with Jasmine who looked more exasperated than surprised.
"Well," said Professor Binns slowly, "yes, one could argue that, I suppose." He peered at Hermione as though he had never seen a student properly before. "However, the legend of which you speak is such a very sensational, even ludicrous tale–"
But the whole class was now hanging on Professor Binns's every word. He looked dimly at them all, every face turned to his. Harry could tell he was completely thrown by such an unusual show of interest.
"Oh, very well," he said slowly. "Let me see, the Chamber of Secrets…"
"You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago– the precise date is uncertain — by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. The four school Houses are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They built this castle together, far from prying Muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizards suffered much persecution."
He paused, gazed blearily around the room, and continued.
"For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. Не believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the subject between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school."
Professor Binns paused again, pursing his lips, looking like a wrinkled old tortoise.
"Reliable historical sources tell us this much," he said. "But these honest facts have been obscured by the fanciful legend of the Chamber of Secrets. The story goes that Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in the castle, of which the other founders knew nothing."
"Slytherin, according to the legend, sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that none would be able to open it until his own true heir arrived at the school. The heir alone would be able to unseal the Chamber of Secrets, unleash the horror within, and use it to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic."
There was silence as he finished telling the story, but it wasn't the usual, sleepy silence that filled Professor Binns's classes. There was unease in the air as everyone continued to watch him, hoping for more. Professor Binns looked faintly annoyed.
"The whole thing is arrant nonsense, of course," he said. "Naturally, the school has been searched for evidence of such a chamber, many times, by the most learned witches and wizards. It does not exist. A tale told to frighten the gullible."
Hermione's hand was back in the air.
"Sir, what exactly do you mean by the 'horror' within the Chamber?"
"That is believed to be some sort of monster, which the Heir of Slytherin alone can control," said Professor Binns in his dry, reedy voice.
Harry coughed which oddly sounded like 'basilisk'.
Only Jasmine, Daphne, and Tracey were able to hear that.
Jasmine gave him a questioning look. He responded by smiling at her innocently. Tracey and Daphne looked at each other and decided that they were going to question him after the class. He still hadn't told them about the destruction of the diary and the memories he gained from it.
The class exchanged nervous looks.
"I tell you, the thing does not exist," said Professor Binns, shuffling his notes. "There is no Chamber and no monster."
"But, sir," said Seamus Finnigan, "if the Chamber can only be opened by Slytherin's true heir, no one else would be able to find it, would they?"
"Nonsense, O'Flaherty," said Professor Binns in an aggravated tone. "If a long succession of Hogwarts headmasters and headmistresses haven't found the thing—"
"But, Professor," piped up Parvati Patil, "you'd probably have to use Dark Magic to open it—"
"Just because a wizard doesn't use Dark Magic doesn't mean he can't, Miss Pennyfeather," snapped Professor Binns. "I repeat, if the likes of Dumbledore—"
"But maybe you've got to be related to Slytherin, SO Dumbledore couldn't—" began Dean Thomas, but Professor Binns had had enough.
"That will do," he said sharply. "It is a myth! It does not exist! There is not a shred of evidence that Slytherin ever built so much as a secret broom cupboard! I regret telling you such a foolish story! We will return, if you please, to history, to solid, believable, verifiable fact!"
And within five minutes, the class had sunk back into its usual torpor. When the class ended, Harry stood up from his seat.
"See you later, Jasmine." he bid her goodbye and walked out with Daphne and Tracey on either side of him, with their one hand in his.
Jasmine smiled warmly and waved at him.
"So? Are you going to tell us what you did last night, alone in the Room of Requirement?" Daphne asked when they were in the hallway.
"Sure, let's get Iris and Astoria first and we will go to the Room and then I'll tell you everything." Harry said, squeezing their hands.
They both smiled and hurried him towards the Slytherin common room where Iris and Astoria had returned from their classes, hopefully.
"What Professor Binns said was true for the most part. Slytherin did leave the school, he indeed left a secret chamber in Hogwarts. Though it isn't a myth, it is a fact. And the monster of the chamber is a basilisk." Harry informed them once they were in the room of requirement.
Daphne, Astoria, and Tracey gasped as they heard the name 'basilisk' while Iris was looking at him cluelessly.
"What is a basilisk?" She asked.
"A basilisk is the most dangerous magical snake. Its venom is the most poisonous and it has the power to kill others by just looking at them. So, if you looked into the basilisk's eyes, you'd be dead instantly. And it can grow up to 50 feet. It's a very rare snake, almost legendary." Astoria told her.
Iris also started looking a little scared, imagining a 50 feet tall snake roaming in the halls and students dying by just looking at it like flies.
She stared at Harry.
"Tell me you killed it, Harry," She pleaded.
"No, I didn't. The snake can only be controlled by a parselmouth and there are none in the school now. I tried to see if I'm parselmouth, but I am not."
"So what will happen to the basilisk?" Tracey asked worriedly.
"Nothing. It will just stay in the chamber." Harry shrugged.
That got him a murderous glare from Daphne.
"Yes, why not? Let's ignore the giant fucking basilisk that can kill wizards like they were insects. Let's totally ignore that it is residing in Hogwart's underbelly, and let's also ignore that You-Know-Who is also a fucking parselmouth and can set the basilisk on the students when he comes back. You can't tell me that is not a possibility. We saw him last year, how can we be sure that he's really gone this time?" Daphne ranted, wildly gesticulating with her hands. She didn't know when she had stood up from her seat and was standing in front of him.
"Language!" Tracey admonished her, but Daphne just ignored her and went on glaring at him.
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"My dear Daph, calm down. I have a plan." he chuckled nonchalantly, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his lap.
"Harry!" She yelped as she was forced to sit on his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck while his hands encircled her waist.
"Harry!" Tracey groaned exasperatedly. "There are children here."
Astoria and Iris were amused but went angry when Tracey declared them children.
"And what are you? A 50-year-old adult?" Astoria asked her sarcastically. Iris nodded at that, joining her friend's side. Tracey smiled abashedly not knowing what to say.
"We are doing nothing inappropriate. I'm just letting my tired best friend sit in my lap. What is wrong with that?" he asked innocently, tilting his head for good measure.
But no one was fooled by his act.
"Harry, let me go." Daphne glared and blushed at the same time. She squirmed in embarrassment, unintentionally grinding her arse on his crotch.
Harry grinned and quickly pecked on the lips, ignoring the blood rushing south.
Daphne's eyes glazed for a moment at the sudden kiss, but she recovered quickly and scowled at him, craning her mouth away from the reach of his lips.
"Nope! It is your punishment for doubting me and yelling at me. If you really want, I'll let you go, but I won't tell all of you my plan. So decide, do you want to sit in my lap and hear the plan or not?"
"Daphne will sit in Harry's lap." Tracey ordered.
"Daphne will sit in Harry's lap." Astoria chirped in.
"Daphne will sit in Harry's lap." Iris grinned.
Daphne groaned and buried her face in his neck, grinning at their betrayal. "Okay."
Harry smiled, drawing circles with his thumb on her lower back.
'It is not that I don't like it. In fact, I love it, but why in front of them? I don't want to look embarrassed.' Daphne thought shyly, aware of his hardening cock beneath her.
"So, as our dear Daph informed us about Voldemort's ability to control the basilisk, I made a plan to counter that. I thought about killing the basilisk, but then I mused, why not control it? Why not use it against Voldemort if he ever comes back? So, I thought I'd use my Deus to put it under my spell. I don't like using my Deus often as it makes everything boring, but I'll make an exception here."
"Oh, that's a nice plan. So when are you going to do that?" asked Tracey.
"Tonight, after everyone is asleep." answered Harry.
"Can we come with you?" Iris questioned, excited at the prospect of joining her brother on an adventure.
Harry frowned for a second before nodding.
"Sure, I'll keep you all safe."
The girls grinned, overjoyed at the chance to see a 50 feet tall basilisk.
"It'll be fun." Daphne added.
"Yep!" Harry assented.
Daphne's eyes widened as her lips were suddenly occupied by Harry's mouth. She gasped in the kiss, feeling him nibbling on her lower lip. A hot and tingly sensation shot through her being, setting her lips on fire.
It was a sensation overload.
She felt his hands running on her back, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. It was as if her very clothes had vanished, as if his fingers were tracing her naked skin.
And she returned his kiss, slowly rolling her hips against his erection. She bit back a giggle when she felt him stiffen and moan in her mouth.
"Harry!" Tracey hit him lightly on his shoulder.
He broke the kiss and looked at Tracey.
"What? I'm just kissing my best friend. There's nothing inappropriate about that. It's totally normal." He pouted.
Tracey rolled her eyes at the transparent excuse.
Daphne was still in a daze, her heart thumping with the rhythm of Harry's pulsating dick which was buried beneath her left arse cheek. She was so disappointed when Harry stopped the kissing that she wanted to scream at Tracey for disturbing them.
"She is just jealous." Daphne said annoyedly, giving her a pointed look. Tracey scowled at them and pointed towards Iris and Astoria who had covered their eyes with their hands but were peeping through their fingers.
"You'll become a bad influence on them. Imagine your little sisters doing that same thing with other boys next year."
Harry was totally unmoved by that argument. He was pretty sure that Iris would ignore all the other boys and be loyal to him. But the argument worked on Daphne. She climbed down from his lap reluctantly and looked at Astoria.
"What you have seen is only done by adults. You aren't allowed to do this with any boy until you are 17 and married. Do you understand me?" Daphne uttered in a strict tone.
Astoria narrowed her eyes at her big sister.
"Sure." She said sarcastically, not meaning it.
"You are also not allowed to do this with any boy until you are… well, you're never allowed to do this with any boy." Harry said to Iris before Daphne and Astoria could start their usual squabbling.
"Okay, brother." Iris said seriously, promising herself to never let anyone else touch her.
Harry raised his eyebrows, he was trying to joke, but it seems Iris had taken it seriously. Well, good for her… and him.
Tracey gave him a disapproving look, clearly not agreeing with his selfish sentiment. He wanted to defend himself by saying he was joking, but Daphne spoke up before he could clear up the misunderstanding. She looked at him, impressed. "You have a very obedient sister. Let's exchange our sisters. You take Astoria and I'll take Iris."
Daphne grinned.
Harry acted as if he was considering it.
"Why not?" He matched her grin.
"NO!" Iris yelled abruptly.
She was hyperventilating.
Her eyes were frantic.
She was looking at Harry in desperation.
The humourous atmosphere had suddenly changed and the air was cackling with tension.
"Don't leave me." she gasped, tears began falling down her cheeks.
Harry's eyes widened, but he hurried toward her and pulled her in his arms.
"It's okay. We were just joking, little one. Don't worry, I'll never leave you. Never. It was just a joke. Please don't cry." he murmured in her ear and ran his fingers through her hair.
The other girls were dumbfounded. They didn't know what just happened. One second everyone was joking and then the redhead was crying miserably.
Iris looked up at his face, seeing his eyes full of concern and love. She nodded uncertainly, the crippling dead ebbing away.
Harry smiled unsurely and placed a loud kiss on her forehead.
"Are you alright?" He asked gently.
She nodded.
He tried to step back, but she didn't let go of his neck, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. She looked at him and shook her head insistently.
Harry nodded.
"Astoria, go sit with Daph and Tracey." he ordered. She emptied the seat and huddled beside her own sister.
Harry took the newly unoccupied seat.
Iris swiftly climbed over his lap and hid her face in the side of his neck. Her arms firmly coiled around him. Her brother caressed her hair with one hand while he held her close with the other arm around her waist.
He continued murmuring assurances in her ear.
"What is happening?" Daphne asked, seeing the antics of the Potter siblings.
"I think Iris has Athazagoraphobia. The fear of being forgotten, replaced, or abandoned. It might have been triggered when Daphne asked Harry to exchange her for me. It actually now makes sense, all those strange quirks of Iris." Astoria said thoughtfully, having noticed Iris' unnatural urge to be around Harry.
Daphne gave her an impressed look. Even she didn't know what that long word meant.
Tracey, meanwhile, was worried for Harry and Iris. It perfectly explained why Iris was always with Harry in her free time. She had only one friend in her year, Astoria. And even that was because Astoria was with them most of the time.
She doubted Iris would make any friends in her year if she was always around the Second Years. But she was in no position to critique her, not if what Astoria said was true.
Iris finally calmed down and climbed off Harry's lap. She sat beside him. Her arms wrapped around his right hand and her head rested on his shoulder.
Harry looked at them.
"We'll never ever joke about this topic again." he said somberly.
They all nodded.
Everyone was silent for the next few minutes.
"Iris? We have a class in 15 minutes. Let's go." Astoria gave an understanding smile.
Iris nodded and looked at him. He smiled and hugged her tightly and then placed a kiss on her cheek.
"I won't go anywhere. Don't worry." He reassured her.
She went out with Astoria quickly after that.
Harry let out a heavy sigh when they two were gone.
Daphne and Tracey settled beside him and squeezed his shoulders reassuringly. He offered them a small smile and rested his head on Tracey's shoulder.
"Sometimes, I wish Iris was with me from the start. Even if it meant her being abused by the Dursleys. Maybe then my mysterious power would have been developed early to protect her. Maybe then Iris wouldn't be scared of being abandoned or maybe then she wouldn't be so obsessed with me." Harry thought out loud, not really sure if he disliked her obsession with him. It was kind of flattering.
The two girls remained quiet, knowing that Harry just wanted them to listen.
"Do you know, she kisses me every night on the lips as if she was my girlfriend." He confessed.
This surprised them.
"What?" They asked, horrified.
Harry nodded, not caring about their disgusted looks.
"She sleeps beside me every night. She said that it helps to stop the nightmares. When she looked at us kissing each other that day, she demanded that I kiss her too." He said softly, revealing his secrets to his best friends.
Tracey and Daphne didn't know how to react. What could they say? That it was disgusting, and that he was a monster? They couldn't say that. No, not after seeing what just happened a few minutes ago. They could very well imagine Iris demanding to kiss him so she felt as important and relevant to Harry as the older girls.
They remained silent.
"Let's go. We also have our class." Harry announced and started for the door.
Tracey and Daphne looked at each other and nodded. They went after him, taking his each hand in theirs. This would change nothing between them, they wanted to say but the gesture was enough.
Harry left the room with a happy smile on his face.
~xXxXx~
Harry and the girls were inside the second-floor bathroom.
"Harry? Why are we in a girls' bathroom?" Daphne asked, amusement shining through her voice. "Should I be worried that you are secretly a girl?"
"Nope. Didn't you feel my manliness wiggling when you were sitting in my lap?" Harry quipped back unashamedly.
"Harry!" Tracey complained with a bright red face.
"Don't worry, Tracey, you can sit on his lap next time and feel his snake trying to slither into your knickers." Daphne said with faux sympathy, trying not to blush at Harry's crass comment.
"The next time, whoever makes a sexual joke is going to get their personal parts damaged." Astoria said coldly, glaring at both Harry and Daphne, getting fed up by their innuendos.
Harry visibly shivered and Daphne smiled nervously.
"We are here because the entrance to the chamber is here." Harry decided to get directly to the point.
They looked at him with deadpan looks, trying to see if he was joking.
Harry rolled his eyes at their disbelief and pointed his finger at the cylindrical structure which was in the centre of the room. A golden mist covered the whole structure in a span of a second. Then, a deep rumble later, the cylindrical structure folded into itself, revealing a dark circular hole through the floor.
A staircase materialised at the edge, going down the whole way.
"Follow me." He said and walked to the centre of the room where the hole and stairs were.
The girls were fast on his heels.
"It's so dark, I can't see anything." Iris said, peering at the man-sized hole.
Harry grabbed her hand, entwining his fingers with hers, and started climbing down the stairs.
"Don't worry, Iris." Harry grinned and snapped his finger. The whole tunnel-like structure was bathed in golden light.
The golden mist was everywhere.
"Whoa!" Iris exclaimed in wonder. Harry chuckled and squeezed her hand.
They continued walking down the stairs. It took them at least half an hour to reach the bottom.
"Couldn't you just teleport us to the final point?" asked Iris.
"Of course, but there wouldn't be any fun in it." He grinned. The others looked at him as if asking, 'How in the hell is walking a fun thing?'
Harry, ignoring their looks, continued leading them deeper into the tunnel.
There were small animal bones, making a crunching noise at each step. Then there was a giant snakeskin lying at the side.
That scene made them wary and alert.
Finally, they stood in front of a solid wall on which entwined snakes were carved. They had emeralds for their eyes. Harry's mist wrapped around the snakes and a moment later, the wall parted.
Harry led his friends into the chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place.
They walked to the end of the chamber where a statue stood against the back wall and rose as high as the pillars. It was ancient and monkeyish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous grey feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor.
"It is so ugly." Daphne said, looking at the statue.
"Show some respect, Daph. We are in the house named after him, the great Salazar Slytherin." mocked Harry.
"Let's quickly do your magic on the basilisk so we can go back. I don't like being here." Tracey said, shivering with cold and fear.
Harry looked at her and nodded.
He pointed his palm at the bottom of the statue. The golden mist shot out from his palm and seeped through the stone. He closed his eyes and curled his fingers inward.
A minute later there was a noise of grinding stones.
Salazar Slytherin's mouth opened, and a moment later a giant body fell on the floor, in front of them. They all took a step back.
The basilisk's scales were poisonous green.
Its giant body rose.
Its golden eyes stared down at them. Harry presented his hand forward, his palm facing toward the basilisk.
The others were staring at the basilisk in awe and fear. The fear was numbed after a moment. They were still alive, even after looking the basilisk in the eye.
The basilisk lowered its snout and touched it to Harry's palm.
Harry grinned, rubbing his palm at the rough scales of the basilisk.
The others sighed in relief at seeing that the basilisk was subservient to Harry. They knew that Harry was immensely powerful and his Deus obviously worked, but there was still that primal fear which remained in their foremind.
"I shall name you snakey!" Harry said in a childish excited voice.
"Nope. You can't do that." Daphne said, glaring at him for choosing such an immature name.
"She is right." Tracey and Astoria chimed in.
"Iris? Isn't Snakey a good name?" He asked forlornly.
She giggled and shook her head.
Harry sighed and looked up at the basilisk who was looking at everybody in confusion.
"You shan't be named Snakey. Your name will be Anguis." Harry proposed after a moment of deliberation.
"Where is your creativity, Harry? Again using Latin for English words. Anguis literally means snake in Latin." Daphne groaned exasperatedly.
"I'm not hearing any of you offering a cool name?" He bit back.
"How about Regina? It means queen in Latin and it does sound cool." Tracey offered.
"Yes, Regina is a great name." Iris and Astoria joined in.
"Hmm, I agree, and seeing that the basilisk is female, Regina suits her.
"Everybody, meet Regina." Harry announced with a grin.
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