Not Slytherin, Eh? | Drarry |

Summertime Charm

Finding the patch of damp wall in the dungeons was easy enough, getting inside without the password was a whole other story.

"Should have asked the blonde... he would have helped you, you scared him." The basilisk supplied supportively

"I didn't mean to scare him...you told me to act like a slytherin so I act how I do at the Dursleys." Harry hissed at the snake with a scowl. He hadn't really scared Malfoy, had he? He wasn't scary at all. He didn't like people being afraid of him at all for the brief moments back in second year. But even then, those were caused by rumors and the fact that he was a parselmouth not because of the way he acted.

"you were cold, intimidating, calculating." The basilisk continued to praise him, rather it was oblivious to the fact it wasn't helping or not harry wasn't certain.

"But I wasn't, I was calm...and I guess stern maybe I could never be intimidating, and I was watchful, but that's just because I'm paranoid." Harry didn't know which side of the coin he liked better as they both made him sound equally as bad.

"You know you could just hiss open at the wall...no password needed." A rather amused voice said. Harry nearly leapt out of his skin at that of course.

"Excuse me?" Harry turned to look at the portrait that had spoken to him. Now if there was a man to ever be described as cold, intimidating, and calculating it would him. Salazar Slytherin. That's who he was, harry recognized him from the statue in the Chamber of secrets.

"Open. At the wall. In Parseltongue. Being a parselmouth is much more secure than a password." The man explained eyeing him with clear interest.

"Well I don't think it's all that secure considering I was a Gryffindor till today." Harry said with a frown.

"WHAT! So that is why you helped the look-a-likes and the Moaning one!" The snake hissed incredulously although it didn't truly sound that surprised at all. Harry grimaced at the thought that out of all the snakes he chose; he not only chose the most dangerous one but the most melodramatic as well.

"And who's that you have in your pocket?" Salazar asked with a grin that could only mean bad things, very bad things indeed.

"I almost forgot you haven't named me!? What kind of master do –" The melodramatic snake began to hiss but harry cut it off.

"I am not you're master, you are a sentient being with intelligence that could equal a human." Harry couldn't help himself. The thought of practically owning the snake was like the thought of owning a house-elf. He could see why it was so appealing to others but to himself, as someone who's been on the side of just a mere object to be used to clean, cook, hate, well it would simply be hypocritical if it was anything else but revolting to him.

"Loyalty over control...? Yes, I can see why you'd do well in Gryffindor." Salazar mused absently stroking his black beard.

Harry rolled his eyes as he realized he was quite literally surrounded by only snakes and Slytherins now. With a deep breath, he returned to what Ron had dubbed summer mode and hissed open at the wall. Like the man had said it disappeared revealing the overly green and gloomy common-room that looked just that same as it had in second-year.

"Mr. Potter." Snape snapped at him as soon as the wall closed behind him.

"A bit rude..." The basilisk noted rather subdued after Harrys last comment.

"Yes sir?" Said Harry in a tone that could only be described as emotionless. If this surprised Snape the man surely didn't let it show. Which didn't surprise harry as he was sure Voldemort could waltz in wearing a bright pink tutu and he wouldn't even bat an eye at it.

"Have you seen the Weasley twins, it is almost curfew and I'd rather not go searching the corridors?" Snape drawled.

"The infirmary...George was petrified." Harry knew the man could practically read minds how the greasy-git did so harry didn't know or care, but he had the slight inkling that it had to do with eye-contact.

"How did this occur and who else was involved?" The potion-master got straight down to business.

"Moaning Myrtle is also petrified; Ron and Hermione took them to the hospital wing." Harry explained, ignoring the knowing look the portrait of Salazar Slytherin was giving him from above the fireplace. Although it was becoming rather hard to ignore all the stares he was getting not because he was only Harry Potter a bloody Ex-Gryffindor now in Slytherin but suddenly he was involved in another petrifying accident with his friends that just screamed 'we hatched a basilisk'

"You wouldn't happen to know how they got petrified?" Snape asked.

"They had an egg with them, Hermione said it was a chicken egg they nicked from the kitchen, but now she thinks it was a basilisk egg." Harry explained ignoring how even more people turned to them and Salazar was still staring at him wondering how he was going to get out of this without anyone realizing he had the bloody basilisk in his ruddy pocket!

"That's right and I could kill all of you with one glare!" The basilisk in his pocket hissed with evil glee. Seeming to have returned to its melodramatic self.

"And was there a basilisk?" Snape asked pointedly trying to catch Harrys gaze although harry refused to look into his dark gaze, thoroughly convinced that somehow Snape could stare into his mind if he did.

"Not that I know of sir." Harry answered keeping his tone indifferent even as he felt his heart thump harshly against his chest. Surely, he would not only be expelled but arrested if they found out, so why was he keeping the damn thing in the first place. First thing in the morning he should waltz into Dumbledore office and drop the thing right on his desk. But he wouldn't, he couldn't.

"Very well." Snape growled clearly not believing a word out of Harrys mouth.

Harry turned back to the common room to find that all eyes were indeed on him, mostly curious. The glare he sent their way was almost physically painful to stare at. The same livid anger from breakfast was back by tenfold and it mingled and danced furiously with the cold bitterness that was already there.

The dancing of emotions behind his eyes didn't have the same effect on the other slytherins as it did on Salazar. Whereas the students had looked away not wanting to get on the bad-side of a clearly pissed of Ex-Lion, Salazar only looked amused and mildly giddy, although the giddiness appeared to stem directly from some sort of evil glee that harry didn't dare think about. He had enough problems at the moment thank you very much.

Then the wall opened once again as a slightly dazed Draco Malfoy stepped in. It was almost as if the day just refused to end without bloodshed.