King of the Street(A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Where the monster hides

The sound of a book slamming and a loud curse echoed through the dungeons. Any Slytherins, and any other students, that happened to be in the vicinity sighed at the sound. I was one that quickly became common. Harry Potter was researching something, but he had clearly made no progress. He was stressed, back-talking teachers, even cursing Lockhart.

No one quite figures out what had him so upset. Exams were months away, even with the new year coming and going. Many assumed it was because the other two attacks that had happened since Hermione and Nick. The only student that had any inkling was Daphne Greengrass. While in public, she kept up her Ice Queen persona, she had melted considerably when alone with Harry.

He had been researching any book she could find on Parseltongue. There was nothing useful. He had even broken into the restricted section, more than once. She did all she could, sending letters to her father and other allies that might have some ideas. Daphne also knew that he was clearly upset with how many attacks there had been. It was like he was holding himself responsible, no matter how many times she had knocked some sense into him.

Harry had taken over one of the unused classrooms in the basement. He spent some much time there that he had set up a bed, grabbed some of the unused desks and chairs and transfigured them into an actual dining table.

The only people he would even talk to is Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise. There were times where he could be found talking to the petrified students, giving extra time to Hermione. He had stayed during the Christmas break and the rumor was that he didn't sleep for one second of the whole break. The rumor only gained traction when school restarted, and he didn't leave his room for the first three days of classes.

When he did finally emerge, it was with a smile on his face. He finally looked like he was relaxed, especially compared to how he was before the break. The whole school was talking about how different he was. The only person that he confided in was Daphne, Seamus was still avoiding him and was even colder than before.

Harry had pulled Daphne away from the Great Hall during breakfast. It was the first weekend of the spring and while Daphne was planning on studying, she knew that whatever Harry had planned would be much more exciting and educational.

Harry lead her to Myrtle's bathroom, where when they entered Daphne was surprised that Myrtle herself didn't come flying out of her toilet. It was like she knew what Harry was up to and he needed no distractions.

Daphne remained silent as Harry began casting spells around the bathroom. Some she recognized as protective spells and others she had no idea what they were. Clearly, Harry had been busy over break. Harry waved his wand on last time and turned to face Daphne.

"I found it," said Harry, excitedly.

Daphne gave him a confused look, but it quickly changed to understanding then shared the excitement.

"Really!?" Daphne exclaimed.

"Yes, it's a Basilisk," stated Harry, "and I can get us into its lair."

This gave Daphne pause, "Hold on, have you even prepared to go down there." Asked Daphne with some incredulity.

"Of course, I have, I even know what the monster is."

If the previous statement caused Daphne to hesitate, this voided her of speech entirely. He gaped at him for a moment, performing an excellent interpretation of a fish out of water. Harry simply waited for her to come to her senses, a small smile on his face. When Daphne was finally able to regain control of herself, Harry faced the center sinks. Daphne was beginning to feel like a Gryffindor, but she didn't attempt to stop Harry from whatever it was he was doing.