Chapter 1
:Parseltongue:
"Speak"
"Foreign language, Bulgarian"
Harry didn't want this..really didn't want this happened.
It was as if he was living with the Dursleys again.
A month ago after Penelope Clearwather was attacked by some fateful reason, Healer Poppy performed a blood test on her which revealed her true parentage as the son of Lily Evans and Severus Snape.
And let's just say that nothing good has happened since then, before that day Harry was already classified as a dark wizard by the whole school and was ignored... now Harry had become an outcast and the punching bag for some older students who hate Harry for Snape, leaving him on a few occasions with broken bones and many bodily wounds, and have even gone to the point where curses are thrown at him in the hallways.
Harry had already lost count of the number of times he had had to go steal potions, scar removal salves and bandages from the hospital wing. Though he's sure the only reason Poppy hasn't said anything to the Headmaster yet is because she just doesn't care, for Merlin's sake! the woman knew of the Dursleys' abuse and still did nothing. Though during one of his travels he did meet a rather handsome Hufflepuff who seemed terrified of Harry's appearance.
Harry just looked at him and nonchalantly ignored him as he walked over to one of the beds and locked himself in. Long ago Harry had simply gotten tired of asking for help and only receiving sympathetic and pitying smiles, but it never helps.
Like Dumbledore, who was begged many times by Harry to never go back to those monsters, last year. The crazy old man gave him a grandfatherly smile and forced him to leave. And if that bloody old man thinks Harry wouldn't notice his spies, he was sorely mistaken .
The only thing it caused was that Harry hated him and took further refuge in his books.
But going back to the Hufflepuff who met Harry, for some reason after that young man caught him with his robes full of blood and his face full of cuts, Harry found plenty of food and quite expensive magical healing books, along with various potions. in that bed that Harry had claimed as his own.
Really those books helped him more than he can say and Harry at some point wanted to thank him, but the young man would always be surrounded by people and honestly as much as people doubted Harry had a great sense of self-preservation and survival.
He was almost in Slytherin for a reason.
In the end, he settled for leaving her a note in the infirmary and some Herbology and Potions books that he got with the help of Madam Pince in Diagon Alley.
As for his friends , ugh just mentioning the word makes Harry want to puke… Ron dumped him for being the son of a dirty Death Eater, Hermione didn't even speak to him, she just gave him a disappointed look and then walked behind a Ron completely furious.
The Gryffindors at some point simply blocked her entrance to the tower and took out her trunk along with her things, at least they were nice not to destroy them.
Then he was kicked off the quidditch team, at least Oliver had the decency to be embarrassed as he told Harry and even the young man seemed to be really sad and disappointed in his friends, unlike the rest of the team who looked at him with disgust and practically clapped their hands when Harry left the Quidditch pitch.
Though the pain Harry received at being kicked off the Quidditch team didn't compare to the rejection he received from Snape, as the man apparently went on an even more vicious streak than ever, since he found out he washis son and Harry didn't know the reason for his behavior
Harry upon entering Hogwarts had begun to regain his trust in adults, who practically praised his parents, some people Harry never knew, Harry just wanted to be loved and he hoped that someone wanted him in this place and he did. , he had two incredible friends who, although they were not perfect, Harry appreciated them and then he had a living father and his heart was filled with joy even if his father was a bitter man, Harry did not lose his illusions and wanted to know him beyond his stoic mask , Harry really wanted, he did it with all his being… but with what happened his heart was broken and his hopes were shattered.
And as much as he loathed the Dursleys, it seemed they were always right…Nobody loves monsters like him and they never will.
Since then Harry stopped trying to talk to the adults and anyone inside the castle and has been sleeping in abandoned Hogwarts classrooms, not that they are few, which helps him hide from Filch, who still blames the minor for what happened to him. Mrs Norris. He even went so far as to risk sleeping inside the library once and enter the forbidden section where he found books that greatly caught his attention that were on blood magic, runes and dark curses. Not that Mrs. Pince was ever going to rat him out.
It's more! The kind woman gave him a copy of the keys to the library and pointed out a small corner that he could use to sleep. Harry was actually glad that he was even allowed to have Hedwig with him in the library. He had been unable to support his familiar since the attacks began in fear that his owl would be harmed. He had forced her to sleep in the Forbidden Forest and visited her a few times during the night.
Harry honestly thinks he can count on the back of his hand the number of people who have been good to him and the scariest thing about that is that he would have fingers left over.
No matter how hard he snuck into the forbidden reading section, though, Harry knew he couldn't take down the rows of bookshelves inside. So searching through the dusty sections of the main library he found a spell that allows him to copy books and scrolls. Let's just say that Harry was very motivated to learn that spell and learned it in just an hour.
So he set himself the main task of copying each of the books in the forbidden section…something he has done quite well to this day.
But today that routine changed completely.
If Harry had already thought about leaving Hogwarts before, now he was completely sure that he would leave that damned place as soon as the year was over and would never return.
The safest place in the world my ass.
As he was attacked by a group of Slytherin students, among them he easily recognized Quidditch Captain Marcus Flint.
The most curious thing about all these attacks he has suffered is that never be a teacher around. The first time Harry went to his Head of House but she told him not to be dramatic and go to the nurse for a potion.
Suffice it to say that Harry stopped going to Professor McGonagall after that time.
And now as Harry hid under his invisibility cloak after running away from the Slytherins he noticed a shock of bright red hair coming into Moaning Mythe's bathroom and as the door swung he saw Ginny Weasley crouch down in front of a sink and he hissed, then the door closed and Harry just stood waiting outside in the hallway as he cast some pretty advanced healing spells on himself, healing his broken arm and ribs, as well as the multiple cuts on his legs.
Minutes later he watched in disbelief as a huge snake with sharp, dark scales came out of the big doors and behind it came Ginny, who walked with a cold and cruel smile.
Was that a bloody basilisk?
The two walked past a stunned Harry, completely ignoring him. Not that they would ever see him, not with all the spells and little runes he placed on his invisibility cloak.
It was only when they were lost around the corner that Harry drank a blood replenishment potion and got up looking determined, a big smile growing on his face and walking through the girls' bathroom door.
Apparently the legend of Salazar Slytherin's Chamber was actually true and if the chamber exists, that means the Founder of Slytherin's books and journals are in there, something Harry is going to check out and grab before any other idiot in this place. .
It's not like they deserve to have such knowledge.
:Open:
A wall slid away and Harry stepped closer applying silent lumos and lighting the deep hole with walls covered in mold and cobwebs, he frowned and thought for a moment before hiss :Stairs:
Harry descended the magically formed stairs and walked through the long, silent corridors, curiously finding some large snake skins, piled up in various corners of the place.
"Reducio. " Harry waved his wand using the shrinking spell and watched in fascination as greenish-gold magic shot out of his wand, spreading down the corridor as it circled the grayish furs. Seconds after the spell ended, Harry reached down and picked up the tiny furs, putting them in his pocket.
With a smile Harry patted his robes, right where the little treasure he just collected was, probably those skins will be sold at a good price in the Diagon Alley apothecary, maybe even the Goblins wanted to buy it at a nice price.
In the end, Harry would come out on top one way or another.
He came to a circular door covered with snakes and unconsciously approached and whispered :Open:
The door opened backwards revealing a large chamber with large amounts of water, large ceilings lit in shades of green, the place was decorated with statues of snakes and at the same time. At the end was the Founder of the House of Serpents, with his mouth open?
Harry walked towards the statue and looked at the dark passage that formed in its mouth.
I look back with a frown. He knew it would take Ginny a little longer to petrify someone, due to the stringent curfews and the 'vigilance' of the teachers.
Letting out a big sigh, he entered the dark corridor using a Lumos again and walked until he reached another door, it was dark green and had a beautiful snake painted in a silver tone, with two intersecting swords behind said snake and below it had the title 'Slytherin'
"This is your family crest" Harry whispered with a smile as he petted the snake :Open: he hissed and stared in amazement as the door slid open revealing a large room with beautiful tall bookcases, a desk, some tables and a large fireplace that for some reason was on.
Harry took a few steps forward before falling screaming to the ground as a huge pain shot across his forehead, Harry began to convulse screaming wildly as liquid as black as tar poured from his scar.
Minutes passed like hours in the child's mind, until at some point he fell unconscious on the soft carpet being watched by a portrait with greenish blue eyes.
When Harry woke up the first thing he noticed was that he felt free .
He blinked slowly trying to examine himself. There was no pain on her forehead, her core felt relaxed and very warm, her mind was calm and clear for the first time in two years.
It was a strange feeling but it was welcome.
"It's about time you woke up" I hear a male voice, soft and elegant with a slight accent.
He got up from the floor until he was sitting on the carpet, noting that he didn't feel any pain or discomfort as he had when he passed the door of the Chamber.
He looked around until he saw a portrait right where the snake-decorated door had been.
He was a man, possibly in his 40s, with a trimmed beard and long, scented black hair tied up elegantly with a leather headband. He had beautiful blue eyes with a hint of green and a rather handsome face.
"I'm sorry Mr?" Harry cocked his head in confusion.
"Salazar Slytherin" the man replied with a serious and hard look "now tell me, how did you get in here?"
Harry gulped and quickly put on his best mask, "... basilisk has been petrifying the students, Mr. Slytherin," he frowned, "however, due to my Parseltongue ability, I have been blamed for the attacks. In fact, the reason why I came was because I saw the cause of all this leave this place with the basilisk"
The portrait looked at him with an emotion unknown to Harry shining in his eyes :Do you speak small Parseltongue?:
:Yes sir Slytherin: Harry moved a slightly uncomfortable at the appraising gaze of the former Slytherin Lord.
: I.. see, that's why you look familiar to me. You have the same eyes as my grandmother and they are shaped similar to my wife's, possibly you are descended from our only son: The Founder's serious gaze softened slightly, looking almost reverently at Harry's features : My son was called Marco Slytherin , I loved my son as well as my wife, but due to the witch hunt we had to seal his magic for him to survive. As much as it hurt us to have to leave him…we wanted him to have a chance to live, even if it meant never seeing him again. After that, my wife and I parted ways, unable to bear our pain: a tear slid down Salazar's cheek causing sadness in Harry: In the end she married again and had a daughter who murdered her several years later:
:Lo sorry for reminding you of that story grandpa: Harry looked at him with pain and got up from the floor in silence. Placing his hand on the portrait, right where Salazar's was, he felt the need to comfort the man even though he couldn't touch him.
The man looked surprised at the smaller :oh Harry: Salazar put his hand against the green-eyed man's and could have sworn he had felt the soft skin of the smaller boy :Thanks:
:You're welcome Grandfather: Harry smiled at him, he was quite happy to have helped Salazar. However, he did not realize the affectionate way with which he called him again.
:So now my name is grandfather?: Salazar watched with amusement as the little boy became a mess of blushes and embarrassed looks :I would like you to call me that little boy: he smiled at the little boy who looked at him hopefully and Salazar swore there was a spark of pain in the beautiful bright green, which was Harry's eyes.
Harry held back the happy tears he wanted to let out and just gave his grandfather a big smile, before remembering that there was something black trickling down his cheek. and his gaze drifted to the small puddle of thick black liquid staining the green carpet.
"By the way, Grandpa" Harry looked at Salazar curiously "why did I suffer pain when I walked through the door?"
"Why do you ask little one?"
Harry shifted sheepishly, "It's because I feel lighter and freer , like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. That's why I'm curious about what you put on the door”
"Oh, that" Salazar hummed almost happily "was just a Parseltongue spell that I placed a few decades ago to finish off the little creations of my false-heir" he finished with a terrifying smile looking at the black liquid that stained the carpet.
Unbeknownst to Harry, on the first floor a red-haired girl fell to the ground convulsing in pain, the diary she was carrying burned until the book was completely black, before her eyes. desperate look and full of fear. As for the huge snake that accompanied her, she slithered through the corridors fleeing from that crazy girl who controlled her.
In other places a cup, a ring, a locket and a diadem suffered the same fate as that book.
And hundreds of kilometers away a red-eyed snake began to burn violently, its cries of pain were ignored by the passers-by Muggles, its only company were the scavengers that watched it from the trees, waiting to eat its new prey.
Tonight with just his strong will to live, his great wandless magic skills and his great magical core, Harry had finished and completely erased Tom Marvolo Riddle from the mortal world.
Tonight dozens of marks disappeared from many wizards, some were frightened, some laughed and some more celebrated for the beloved freedom they had gained
In the House of a Blond man, an elf with bulging eyes and floppy ears was tortured and released from his contract exslavista in the attack of fury of that Lord.