Chapter 430: 7.5
The Darklord found my parent's who were hiding, he killed them. First my father who tried to defend us then my mother within my nursey. She wouldn't let him get to me, and so in a desperate bid she used her life to cast upon me a powerful shield that the darklord knew not of, so when he casted his unstoppable killing curse upon me… it rebounded back onto him. Destroying him completely." Harry tossed back his drink, uncermoniciously gulping down the strong thick wine that slipped down his throat before pouring himself another as the painfully memories of his childhood resurfaced with a bitter vengence. "I was hailed as a hero from that moment on and I didn't even know it. Because the very same man who let slip that information quickly took advantage and had me shipped off to my muggle relitives on my mother's side." He said with clear and unbridaled disgust in his voice and face as he remembered the sneering faces of his bitch of aunt's family and his time with them.
"You'd think that I'd be treated well after my parents and her sister were killed…? You'd be dead wrong. I was treated less then human, worse then a slave. From the very moment I could walk, I was forced to do chores and made to sleep in a small space under the stairs that came to be my room. I endured the slandering insults they threw at me about my parents whom I believed to have died in an unfortunate accident or what ever they spouted in drunk rants as I felt the sting of their lashes and hits."
This was suprising to the hear to the two princesses.
As they'd have imagined that such a man would be treated as a hero, in their culture such prestige was always welcomed and the honour of caring and cattering to such a being garnered its own prestige entirely.
Not to mention the man was family to them. Then again there are amenity between family members so they can't say that there hasn't been bad blood between siblings or cousins.
"My… aunt was jealous of my mother. The horse faced bitch was envious that her little sister was gifted with magic whilest she was not, jealous that she married my father, a lord from a distinguished family while she married simple worker. She never once treated me as her poor orphaned nephew, even her fat husband who knew of my gifts treated me like a stain upon their house. It didn't help that their insidious offspring who was as fat and as dumb as a pig used me as a punching bag when he wasn't wailing on younger children for money or sweets." Rheanyra and Helena wondered how such a cruel treatment could go unnoticed especially considering that Lord Peverell was considered a savior so there had to be people checking on him at least.
"I suffered through this cruel treatment, never experiencing any act of kindness before it came." At this moment of saddening and heartwenching truth, an honestly smile graced his lips as he remembered the first event of happiness he had in a long time. "I was eleven when my whole world changed. At the time, magic was believed to nothing but pure fantasy, an idea to muggles that power to conjuer and control the elements was pure myth but there were times through my life when the unexplainable happened. For instance during my cousin's birthday we went to a zoo which is a puplic ground where people go to see exotic animals from around the world. It was there when I first grasped my ability to talk to snakes, it was a poor little thing, forced to endure as people came and gawked at it and all it could do was sit there and take it."
"My cousin was no different, whacking the protective glass to it's cage in an attempt to move it but found little enteratainment from the torment before he and my realitives left, leaving me alone with it. I couldn't help but sympathyse with the serpent, he too was an orphan and raised in captivity. I was surprised to see him understanding me like we were truly communincating like two people, unfortunately my cousin returned and interrupted our talk as he shoved me aside to gasp at the snake that moved." Harry could remember the feeling of anger that had been buried down for such a long time explode at that moment, he glared and imagined his cousin falling into that snake pit before his fantasy came true. He laughed out right as he kept the memorable event with him all these years "It was funny what happened next. I glared at the spoiled prat unknowingly using the magic I didn't know I had to cause the glass frame he was leaning heavily on to disappear. You can imagen how quickly he fell into the enclose, falling right into the small level of water and getting soaked while my serpent friend escaped, slithering past him and out the exit that I created. I was honestly astounded just as he was before the snake stood before me and spoke, he thanked me, acturally said thanks as he spoke what was consider to my ears english with his serpent hiss."
The two couldn't help but find the humour and amusement in the karma coming back to bit the boy for his horrid act, they felt it was well deserved. Helena giggled as she imagined such a pig faced boy falling into a pit of snakes while Rheanrya chuckled at her own conjuired image of the ugliest and fatest child also falling in and squealing like a pig.
But as he told them about that event they couldn't help but catalogue that slip of information about his unique ability to speak to dragons, learning that such hisses to their ears were in fact spoken normally to his. They continued to listen again, while still keeping in mind their knowledge unveiled to them by this man's abilities.
"My cousin tried to get out the way he came only for the glass cover to reappear again, trapping him in the encloser where he wept and cried out for his mummy and daddy who returned not soon around to their honest horror of seeing their son trapped in the box that once contained the snake. I couldn't help but laugh, but in my moment of humour I forgot that I wasn't alone as my uncle turned to me with anger and suspicion. They got my cousin out but I was feeling the full wrath of his father who judged me guilty of the crime before he locked me in my room. Soon after that my life started to change."
"The letter's came, at first it was just the one that was honestly addressed to me very specificly with the name and number of the house and where I resided. When my uncle tore it up, other's came in numbers that gradually increased day by day as he destroyed them before he finally couldn't take it anymore and had us all moved to the most isolated island in the entire land where no messenger could reach us properly as storms ravaged the small coast."
"And it was on the day of my birthday that the truth came out, a Half Giant who would later become an old friend named Hagrid appeared, he explained to me who I was, unveiling the lies told by my realitives and giving me my acceptance letter to Hogwarts, a school or in your customs a citadel where young witches and wizard's like me go to learn about magic and how to use it."
His guests were intrigued by the idea.
They had their own centre of learning called the citadel were all of the kingdoms measters which are men who aid and help to manage the holdings of various lords learn their arts of medicine, economics, warfare, statecraft and alchemy. They wondered what kind of things these soccorers learned apart from their mortal kin.
"You can honestly imagen how beweildered I was to learn and see all of this. I was introduced into a world I knew only by fantasy and not reality, but soon I found out that I was something of royalty when i was introduced. People welcoming me, shaking my hand and looking at me like I was god in their presence. I was shown the world that I truly belonged to, a world where the magnificence and beauty of magic was made physical as wonderous things and creatures were there for the eye's to behold."
"I attended the grand and spectacular school that was in fact a castle in the middle of a great lake where I acturally felt at home compare to the home of my aunt and uncle. It was there that I had life threatening adventure's and met… my so called friends…" the two couldn't help but wonder about these *Friends* that he spat out with disguist and vile hatred which had them curious as to what kind of people could invoke such malicious and vile hatred more then his own non-magical relatives..
"I would face the dark lord again in my first year. The once powerful soccorer was now living off another like a lowely parasite, trying to sustain himself as he bordered on the verge of death. He was forced to drink the blood of a unicorn which is cursed and a sin-"
"Wait!? Unicron's exist!?" Helana cried out with utter joy and excitement that creatures she fantasied as a little girl were real. The fact that such creatures exist, made her heart warm at the idea of not only seeing one, but also touching it.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the young girl glee the princess still possessed at the well beloved magnificent creatures that all little girls dream of seeing at young ages, and still do as they mature.
The symbol of magical beauty and purity was the creature personified "Yes in fact they do. I have several currently in the pens if you want to see them later?"Helana nearly jumped from her seat to go and see them but the priority of this tale forced her back down as she held down the child like excitement and moved on to hear more of this enthralling tale "Now then where was I… ah yes, Unicrons are beautiful and pure creatures. If you kill them you are forever cursed with sin on your soul but he went further then that, he drank their blood."
It was to this that surprised both princesses as the conscept of drinking the blood of an animal much less one of devine beauty, they can only hazard a guest to what the blood can do to a man if killing it is a sin "Unicron blood grants immortality but the affects are only temporary and perminatently cursed him to die were he to stop so he was forced to continue hunting, killing and drinking their blood to order to stave off death by another day." It was an endless of cycle of murder and blood drinking that further damned the soul who continued on this path that didn't always end brightly for them.
"He was after the most highly sort out powerful object in all of history. A stone that could turn lead into Gold, and grant true immortality. He wanted it to create himself his own body and rid himself of his self imposed curse. Again I defeated him with the magic of my mother still protecting me that when I touched his loyal host, his body distintigrated but his soul was left free and escaped the confines of the castle to return again many years later." He divulged his tale of his first year and the first of many challenges he'd face throughout his life against the opposing forces stacked against him.
The crown princess Rheanyra was honestly interested in such an object that could turn such objects into gold, she naturally thought about the power one could get with such a stone that could generate it's own mass of wealth that would put her family far ahead of the Lannisters who base all of their splendorous wealth on their rich source of gold mines with the largest of the mine's being directly under their castle itself.
she ponder that if such an object could be replicated, the amount of funds they would have would put the great Iron bank of Braavos out of business as they rely heavily on trade but most importantly their loaning. No more would house Targaryen need to borrow money from the foreign loaners, they would have an infinite source to supply all of their endeavours for generations to come.
She was brought out of her musing as Harry continued in the ending of his first adventure "No one knew of my battle that day except for those who arranged it and watched. The Dark lord that everyone thought to be dead was kept a secret from the populous that wanted to forget about the man who still brought terror by the mere mention of his name."
Rheanyra couldn't help but compare such a man to her ancestor Meagor the cruel.
During and after his time men and women still talk about the Targaryen king and his tyrannical rule that nearly saw an end to the dystany that just begun, but not to say that his works weren't bad for it wasn't for him then their house may still be living in a make shift fort instead of the grand palace that is the Red Keep.
"Now onto 2nd year where my life took a drastic change. It is the year where I learned the hard truth that made me into the man you see today, and it is also the year that I found my house elf Dobby or rather… he found me." At this the two listened intensely to hear how he came to possess such a unique creature in his employ.
"A year older and I now had a room of my own, no longer sleeping under the stairs or doing the chores but that still didn't stop my realitives from giving me grief. Though they no longer could act out their fustrations on me like before now that I knew who I was and what powers I had, that didn't mean that they stopped hating me and looking at me with disgust."
Before he could continue, Dobby appeared, startling both princesses from his sudden appearance before them with a tray full of treats "Master. Here is the collection of hot tea and beverages you requested." He said as he magically put down the tray that sat between them all.
But before the house elf could disappear, Harry called to him "Ah, dobby just in time. I was about to tell them how we first met."
The mention of their first meeting had the elf looking embarrassed as he remember their first meeting and interaction they had then after "Please do not sir. It is something Dobby tries not to think about." The house elf tries not to remember the terrible things he did to his master before becoming his house elf.
Harry however dismissed the elf's shame of their terrible first meetings "perish on that. It's rather funny, please seat with us and help yourself." He gestured for the young house elf to sit and join them, the elf silently agreed, climbing onto one of the seats that wasn't occupied. There he sat adjusted himself comfortable on the large chair before a steaming cup of hot tea floated to his hands with the small plate with it along with few biscuits that levitated beside him as he joined in on the story telling.
"Now where was I, Ah yes! It coming to the start of my next year, I had yet to receive any letter's from my friends over the term so living alone by myself with no real contact outside of my room was a nightmare. Until one fateful day I met someone would go on to be a treasured member of my family."
"Your words are too kind to Dobby sir." Said the elf who squirmed at the praise he received and has continued to receive in his service to his master.
"it was day of my uncle's boss coming over, He and my aunt were preparing to dazzle his boss with a warm welcome, dressing fancy and preparing an extravagant meal… but there was one problem. Me. I had to stay out of sight and out of mind, not so much as a peep to be heard as they would act that it was just the three of them living in that house."
His shoulders sagged as he sighed out at the memory of his pompous family always locking him away whenever guests came over "So I was to stay in my room where I encountered a pecturaler creature jumping upon my bed."
"Please don't master, Dobby is really ashamed to remember that incident." Dobby pleaded but his pleas went unanswered as Harry continued.
"I found Dobby here, in my room having what would be considered the happiest moment of his life. He was eager to meet me as every other being in our world was, I greeted as I do with anyone I meet. I asked him to seat down and he bursted in tears of the humble generous offer I gave to him, he was here to warn me about the dangers I would face in school. Almost spilling out that his old master was plotting the downfall of the school before he realised his mistake and proceeded punish himself by wacking his head with my lamp." Laughter rang out in the room as the princesses let out a burst of giggles as they imagined said mortified elf wacking his head with the object.
Said elf was trying to hid his face in his hands at the mention of his first silly self punishment he commit.
After getting his own bouts of chuckles out from the hilarious memory, he continued on with the story "Anyway, my uncle hears the noise and I quickly shove Dobby into my closet to hide him, just in time as my uncle comes barging in and demanding to know what with all the noise as his boss was down stairs with them. I quickly tell a lie and he leaves with a threat, dobby comes out of the closet and tells me not to go to Hogwarts as he fears for my life. But I was determined to go as it was the only place that I truly called home and where I fit in, he begs and urges me not to, accidently giving himself away that he's been taking my letters between me and my friends. I demand he gives them back before moving to take them only for him to escape out of my room and into the kitchen down stairs where not fair away there sat my family with my uncles's boss and his wife unaware of our presence or Dobby's."
"Long story short, Dobby here makes the cake my aunt baked for the my uncle's boss to float out of the kitchen where I tried to catch it, only to end up looking like I was the cause of it's apperent floating that then dropped onto the man's head. Naturally I was blamed while the real cupret left with a smirk on his face."
"Dobby is really sorry about that Master Harry. Dobby was only trying to protect sir from the dangerous plot moving against him." The house elf apologised though the smirk on his face said otherwise, as the elf still found the moment humourous.
Harry gave a soft smile to the elf who tried to hide the sly grin on his face"Dobby, Its alright. In fact I was sort've glad you did that, Ruining my uncle's big night and costing him that big promotion that he was after was all worth it in the end." Harry may have been annoyed and angered at the time as his punishment was going to be worse then what's he's previously experienced but at the same time he felt that it was worthy it to ruin his big night and chances of promotion that he didn't deserve.
"Anyway, I got blamed and my windows and door were bared so that I couldn't leave the house and go to school. But my old Friend Ron came knocking with his older brothers Fred and George who were twins came to my rescue in their magic flying car, they rip off the bars on my windows and took me away from there and into their home where I met their entire family." He had no ill-will against the entirety of the Weasely line, just those who knowingly took part in
"From their loving father who supports them to their bitch of a mother who screams were second to that of a banshee. And of course… the bane of my existence, their little sister who would later become my stalker." Harry couldn't help but exaggerate his heavy sigh at the painful and tiresome memories that all belonged to one individual in his life that coasted him nothing but misery in his time at Hogwarts.
"Stalker?" the term was unknowned to the two women who didn't know or experience such a being in their world, in a mideval aged world such men or women were not yet classified. Obsession with another was seen from time to time but not taken as far as following their target around like a lost puppy not to mention many of the high nobility is out of arms reach thanks to their many body gaurds in their service.
Rheanyra had her fair share of admirers who sent gifts to enchant the young and beautiful princess into marriage but none took it as far as those within modern day earth. Though some did send such luxurious and expensive gifts that cost them greatly, they were naturally either rejected or warned against such over baring presents by their peers in fear of the crippling repercussions that came with spending so much for one being.
Harry drowned another as his shoulders sagged heavily from the worst memories of the gringer heaired witch that was a bane upon his life "A woman who was completely obessed with me to the point of following me everywhere I went and tried to douse my food with love potions to make me fall madly inlove with her. She had this grand delousion that we were destined to be together, no doubt spurred on by her mother that she would fulfil the role of being my wife and baring our children."
Both women couldn't help but be chilled with such a notion of a person going as far as that, the very idea that a man or a woman would be deluded into believing that they were destined to be together with them, with an unwaithering obsession that drove them to commit such unnatural acts and behaviours to have them.
They thanked the gods that they were born princesses and had the command of an entire army to keep such unwanted and undesired subjects at bay. In a way, it was sort of an eye opener as they recalled a few times where many hopeful suitors gave them a few gifts far more then what their revenue could pay for in more then a decade and continuous. But they brushed that aside from the fact that their royality and so this gifts were a means to garner favour, but now they questioned the reality of what these gifts mean from their continuous patrons.
Harry could see the affects of the description he gave them. The realisation followed quickly by the shivers of fear and horror as it was likely that the two were questioning many of the presents they have received from hopeful suitors.
Harry quickly got back onto the story to push away the startling thoughts the two were sharing "Anyway back on track, I lived with the weasley's for abit, going to the wizard city of Diagon Alley to get new books and equipment for the new year at Hogwarts where I met the new teacher for Defence against the Dark art's who acted and posed like a celebraty but in reality he was faud. Taking credit from other's who's real adventure's he stole and wipe their memories clean so that he'd be the hero, and of course. I got to meet Dobby's master who i didn't know was his master until later. He was the father of this boy that become a rival of mine throughout the school years I spent there."
"He secretly slipped a cursed book that I would battle in the end, into the Girl who adored me, couldren." He remember the event and the smug face of the pompous blond father of his young progeny in the making who shared his smug ass nature but was daddy's boy when things don't' go his way. Harry couldn't count the number of times when Draco used his classic *My father will hear about this!* line whenever he's back against a corner.
"I got all of my things and went to board the train that would take me to Hogwarts when suddenly the entrance to the station was close. I won't spoil anything for you but let's just say, it wasn't supposed to be closed at all." Harry sent a *I know you did it* look to the house elf who happily drank his hot tea and ignored the acussing stare sent to him.
"With no other choice I was forced to go with my friend's stupid plan of stealing his father's magical car and fly it to Hogwarts, needless to say, Muggles aren't used to seeing vehicles fly when their not supposed to."
"Anyway, skipping over some stuff that aren't really important. We managed to arrive at the castle but were put on notice for our stunt that would've had us expelled entirely as we risked exposing our kind to muggles. Things go well for the first few weeks until it happened." He attended classes and lessions, hung out with his friends as usual through his time at Hogwarts when he experienced the fateful hissing whispers one late afternoon in the middle of helping the so called dark arts teacher with his fan mail.
"I was wandering the halls when I hear it. Voices that did not belong echoed within the walls as something large moved within repeating the words "Kill! Kill! Kill!" before I found the old keeper's cat petrified and hanging from an unlit torched infornt of blood written on the walls stating "The chamber of secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware." He quoted out the blood written words that was painted on the walls that day. "The entire school walked in on the scene just as we arrived and saw the cat and the blood. Fear grasped them all including the teacher's and older students who knew what those words meant."
"It wasn't until later that we learned what those words meant. One of the original founders of the school and my ancestor disapproved of muggleborns being taught magic as he believe that right should belong to witches and wizards from magical family's in other words Pure bloods. But his fellow's disaggred, so he created a hidden chamber where not only he house his collective knowledge and artifacts but also plot his machinations of riding the school of those he deemed unworthy. It was in this chamber that he created and housed the beast that would bring about his dream when a worthy successor would complete it."
"The attacks went on, though no one died the fear was enough to have everyone thinking about shutting the school down. Everyone was paranoid, wondering who Salazar Slytherin's heir was. And it wasn't until DADA that i once again became the scapegoat, my rival Malfoy summoned a snake in the middle of our duel. And I unknowningly spoke the language that you are all aware of." Rheanyra and helena leaned in ever so closely that they were practically on the edge of their seats to hear what this unknown language that their host's uses.
"Parseltongue. Is the name of the magical language that only those of a specific bloodline possesses that allows them to not only communicate with serpents but also any reptile based creature there is." Both princesses catalouaged that piece of information away for later, to send back to their families to study and investigate this newly revealed language.
"No one but I and that snake knew what I was saying as the snake moved to attack a student, I was commanding it not to but… no one saw it as that." Which wasn''t suprising given that parsoul tongue user's have gotten a bad rep from previous notable user's actions in the past that has anyone who uses it painted as a pariah.
He could remember the way everyone looked at him and shispered behind heis back, his own house treated him as the next Salazar Slytherin "I was avoided like the plague after that. For you see, the very man who created the chamber was in fact a parseltongue himself and quite infamous for it. The very banner of his house is that of a snake." It was almost poetic to the crown princess Rheanyra, her family famous for their dragons had the banner's of a three headed dragon in symbolism of the three dragons and their riders that conquered the realm. so it was sort've natural for a man that Lord Peverell described who was proud of his heritage and Parseltongue ability to speak or rather command serpents to raise a banner of that which he is closely affiliated with.
Banners were used to display the power and noble heritage of a family. The common symbols were animals which spoke of the house's personality and their disposition within the land. Like the lannister's who bare a golden lion, a strong and powerful statement that declares them golden kings of the rock which may have been a fact 110 years ago, or the Arryn's who took the falcon as their sidgel as the great kings of the sky with their arrogance and high sense of self honour that they love to boast about.
Each of the great houses of the realm took an animal native to their land except for a few who decorated their banners with objects or structures depicting their own house like the rich House Frey's castle bridge the Twins, or the Strong House of Tarly with their Huntsmen.
"Things were almost back to normal till I learned that the chamber was opened before, 50 years ago to be precise. My only clue to the incident was an old journey that was a property of a student who was there at the time of the last attack that took the life a student. The journal unveil the memories, took me there where I watched the events unfold like an unseen spirit, I watched as an innocent man at the time was accused of a crime he never commited." It was… heartbreaking to see his oldest friend and perhaps the most friendliest and caring man in the world acused and tried without a proper trial.
"But it gave me a clue that I should talk to the one being who was treated as the beast that commited the murder, an Acromantia. Aragog. King of the spider's. I along with another journeyed deep into the forbidden forest that surrounds the school where we met with the giant arachnid that was as large as a elephant amongst his children. He unveiled the truth that it was not him that commited the act that day but a monster that even his kind fears above all." If small spiders weren't creepy enough then the mere image of one as big as their dragons certainly instilled the fear of encountering such a frightening creature.
"But unfortuantly he would not let us leave the same way as we entered so we had to fight our way out. Back at the castle just as I about to play in a quiditch match, which is a magical sport where wizards and witches battle in two teams scoring goals in the air with brooms. I was about start with my team when I was stopped by my teacher canceled the game and took us back into the castle where we found one of my friends in the hosptical wing. Petrified, as cold and as stiff as stone."
"She figured out how this unseen monster moves about, through the pipes running under the school. But I figured out where it came from, by the ghost of the student it killed all those years ago. Within the bathroom that the ghost haunts I found the entrance, the emblem of house slytherin embed into one of the taps. I spoke the command in Parseltongue and the secret entrance opened. I along with another and so called teacher and expert went in, I can't tell you how far we went down as we travelled through the pipes but only that it was deep within the foundations under the entire castle."
"We landed within a grave pit full of chicken bones, the favourate food of the beast. We journeid deeper into the underground tunnel where we came upon it's large shedded skin, upon the sight of the large and imposing excess skin the man who was our teacher fainted but this was a ruse to get our guards down as he quickly stole the broken wand from my friend's hands where he proceeded to obliviate. That the magical spell to wipe away memories, anyway Obliviate our minds completely. However he seemed to forget or like all of his fake work didn't understand the concept of broken wands so the moment he tried to cast the spell on us, it back fired on him."
"He was sent flying into the rocky roof, causing it to collapse with him traped on one side with my friend and me on the other, sperating us completely. I went on, coming shortly upon the sealed door where I once again had to speak in Parseltongue to open it."
"And it was there… that I walked into the infamous chamber of secrets."
"one cannot describe the wonder and mysterious large chamber that was created by a man renowned for his cunning and ingenuity. Other then it was dark, mysterious and dank as water flooded the floor."
"Ahead of me at the end of the chamber I saw her. My friend's sister laying on the ground unconscious, throwing caution to the wind I ran to her side, dropping my wand as I inspected her. From out of the shadow's he came, Tom riddle, a day not aged from the memory I saw in the book that sat in her hands."
"I did not know who he would be until later when I pleaded with him to help me get her out, only for him to take my wand and introduce himself as the one man who go on to do terrible things later in his years. He wrote his full name in the air using my wand and then arranged to spell out the name that would go on to cause fear."
"I am Lord Voldemort." He spoke the words that was burned in the air that day, forever immortising the man who would be his nemesis for all time. "The person standing before me was the memory of the man in his teens who killed my parents. A part, a piece that was split long ago and preserved within the diary that the girl used. From there he manipulated her, growing stronger as he fed upon her emotions and magic like the parasite that he was. He took control of her, using her to commit the acts of unleashing the beast and writing the blood on the walls, finally as we stood there now he explained that as she grows weaker he becomes stronger till her lifeforce was extinguished and he was reborn again."
"I was defenceless, for a wizard without his wand was as threatening as lord without his army and a knight without his weapon. He didn't want to kill me with a simple spell, he felt that I should die within the place of our noble ancestor, killed by the beast I sort to destroy and cementing his victory of his rebirth." It was… sort've honourable in one way, Voldemort may have been an insidious bastard but the man was proud of his wizarding heritage and link to a proud and powerful house, as such he developed what form of intergrity he took with the title he wore as a Lord.
Reminecesing about their past encounters, the dark lord has never once stooped low to using dirty and unhanded tricks when fighting against him, whenever they fought the dark wizard has always been up front and never ordered for anyone to kill him. Because it demeaned him as
"He turned to the large statued head before us of the man whose chamber we stood in, and through our shared magical language he summonded it. The mouth of the large head opened and from within it slithered out."
The two half sisters wondered what kind of monster it was that emerged from this hidden chamber, anxious to know what sort of creature it was that could cause such harm and fear through the ages…and they got their answer.
"The basilisk. King of all serpents much like my own you see but a male, standard and not unique. I ran, Tom Riddle took command of the beast, my ability to speak to it would not help me. I tripped, on a loose slab, the monster standing directly behind me and ready to strike when a cry went out." Helena's breath hitched as she listened to the tale of this fantasied adventure that was more exciting and enthralling then what books and tales she read in her youth.
"from the entrance, the beautiful and majestic Pheonix Fawks arrived, dropping the sorting hat before me as it attacked the basilisk's eye's. Blinding it and destroying it's major threat against me because Basilisk's can kill or freeze a being like a statue just by looking into their eye's."
Rheanyra along with her sister when ridged as they heard that his sea dragons could kill with their eye's, they unconsciously glanced to the nearest of Harry's Basilisks. The dark as night Typoon was already slithering to them when Harry was telling his tell, it climbed onto the arm rest and from there coiled on his lap as it sensed the distress it's master was feeling.
It looked to the two as Harry had just finished explaining the main ability of the basilisk, Typhoon looked to the two women within her master's castle, seeing the paralysing fear etched on their faces as they learned about her species.
She couldn't help but be like her sister Landon and use this opportunity to get in a laugh, with her head resting upon her coiled body as she looked at the two with suspending tension in the air, she thrusted her head forward at them with a silent roar that soon turned into chortled hisses as she laughed at the way they flinched and threw themselves back against the chairs in fear.
A hand rested upon her head before her smooth scalled scalp was assaulted by the soothing and pleasant scratches of Harrys hand who shared in her amusement at the scene "Relax, they have theirs shielded so no dying." Her reassured his guests that they need not fear being killed so aburtly In their stay here. "However that didn't mean it was no longer a threat, it could still hear and it's hearing was amazing, it chased me around the chamber. A few time's it almost had me but I used it's blindness against it to escape when it had me cornered and a few inches away by throwing a stone down the pipe."
"It was gone by the time I came out, and by then I was once again by Ginny's side where the living memory boasted about his imminant rebirth as he was starting to sap the last of her lifeforce. In that moment the Basilisk re-emerged, springing from the great pool of water at it's full height."
"I felt the call of magic and looked to see the weapon that would help me against this creature." His eyes looked up to the weapon that hung on the mantel over the fire place "That sword there on the Mantel. The sword of Gryffindor." He pointed.
Both women looked to the weapon and were immediately enraptured by the beauty of the sword that was unlike anything they have seen.
Pure glistening flawless white steel that was embedded with red rubies on it's cross guard hilt with one large red ruby stone embedded on the circular pummel of the hilt.
The princesses had seen many amazing weapons such as their family's two valyrian steel swords Blackfyre and Darksister but this weapon was enchanting compared to them that it had them standing up from their seats and approaching it to get a better look.
"Its… beautiful." Helena breathed out as she marvelled at the echanted blade before her.
Her sister meanwhile, while engrossed by the allure of the fine craftmenship and design of the weapon was more curious about the metrial used to create it. "This sword… it isn't made from Valyrian steel. Whats it made of?" she had seen all sorts of known metals forged into weapons to know that none not including Valyrian steel which when compared was close to meeting this blade's natural make.
Harry gathered that this valyrian steel was this world's version of enchanted unbreakable metal, he watched as the crown princess danced and traced her fingers along the straight flat surface of the blade. "Goblin steel. I gather that this valyrian steel acts the same way as the enchanted metal in that sword. Careful though, it contains the poison of the basilisk it slew. The sword is special, it take on that which makes it stronger, in otherwords anything that it comes into contact like poisons or spells it absorbs to make itself more powerful." Rheanyra took heed to his warning and only kept her touches to the safer parts of the sword.
After a while of studing and marvelling at the sword, the two returned back to their seats to resume listening to the tale of his life.
"Now back onto the story. From the hat the sword of Gryffindor appeared, seizing upon the opportunity and only source of protection I could get. I wielded it against the wizard killing beast, climbing to the top of the large statue head to gain better ground." The shadows around them merged and stretched as they took shapeful siluettes of a young boy standing atop a large head and in his hands held towards the stretched out body of the monster was the sword. The two princesses directed their full attention to this conjured show of shadows as Harry narrorated his battle "So there I was, standing face to face with the blind yet still deadly monster of the chamber, it struck hard and fast like a cobra. Deadly poison dripping from it's razor sharp fangs that were as big as daggers, I swung my sword wildly to keep it a bay. One wrong move, one slight misstep and it was over, I kept it a bay until it knocked me back with my sword knocked out of my hand."
They watched as the battle for survival in ensured as the shadows enacted the battle completely to where he was thrown back from his standing "unarmed I saw my only weapon sitting atop the crown of the statue and sliding down, I rushed forward as quickly as I could as the Basilisk moved to attack, I dived grabbing my sword before it fell and thrusted it up into roof of it's mouth where it penetrated deep and out the top of it's head, but it's fang caught into my arm." The princesses gasped as they watched shadow harry thrust his sword deep into the roof of the basilisk's mouth with the end sticking out from the top of it's skull. "It let out a dying screech as it fell at the feet of young lord Voldemort with it's fang caught deep into my arm, the poison already working it's way through my body and I could feel myself slowly dying as I limped towards Ginny."
The two breathlessly watched as his shadow approached the two others, it limped woundedly to the sillohette of the girl while the other stood triumphant before them both "There was no postion or spell to cure me of the fast acting venom, and Tom knew this as I knelt down the girl he whose last essence he was beginning to drain but I knew that the conduit of his power was the dairy but I didn't know how to stop him only that I wanted him to shut up. With the fang I pulled out of my arm I stabbed it into the diary, his soul torn apart as I stabbed with the fang that took him parts of him till I delievered the final blow to the cover and he was destroyed." The larger shadow of his adversary exploded in silent deathly wail leaving only the two left.
"With the book destroyed Ginny recovered, awaking to find me on my last legs after going my way to save her, I feel my life slipping away till a miracle happened or what could be considered a miracle was Fawks. The phoenix returned and cried it's tears which are legendary for their feat of healing even the most grevious of wounds that would be nigh unhealable, but they saved me that day and the majestic magical bird flew us all out." The shadow play ended and the two returned their gazes back to the man who sat before them.
All sense or hint of any happiness, joy, satisfaction of his victory and rescue was gone and replaced with deathly serious face of hate and anger never before seen by the two who felt fear as they saw it.
Harry recounted the painful moment that still invokes such hatred and unbridgled rage he has not experienced ever In his life "Now here comes the part of the story where that trusting young boy dies and the man you see before you rose in his place. I was recovering in the infamery, my wounds needing more attention then the other's, it was then that the man I once looked up to walked in. I was awake but being both so tired I could open my eye's and the number of tonics running through me that I couldn't move, like all the other petrified victims around me he believed me incapable of hearing as he monolodged about his ingenous plan of having me risk life and limb to get him back into his position as headmaster."
Harry could still hear the crackling laughter of the old goat, gleefully laughing like a madman that his ingenious and well caluated plan was working.
"Feeling confident that no one would hear he couldn't help but gloat in his moment of glory, unveiling all of his lies, all of his plots that started way back before I and my parents were born. It was heart shattering to hear that the man who was a symbol of light, justice and good, and the man I saw as a grandfather figure led everyone on with his paragon con man act that had him painted a Fucking Hero. He spoke of how he heard the prophecy of a child born that would defeat Voldemort, he used it and when he learned that it was me, he planned to act on it. As my parents went into hiding through his spy that was also a double agent which is a spy that works for both sides but his honestly align with one, he secretly gave the information of the prophecy and the location of my parents and I to the dark lord."
Every word that was hear, ever lie unveiled only fueled the already burning malice and desire for revenge against the man who took everything from him. He spoke of how he manipulated everything to his design, of how he calculated the cowardice of the man who was intrusted with the secret location of his parents.
"Who wasted no time in finding the keeper who knew of our location and gave us up without a fight before storming our secret house, my father fought to protect us but he was no match for the darklord. My mother locked us my room and shielded me despite the dark lord's demands that she step aside, but she wouldn't, she died protecting but not before casting a spell that he wouldn't know. An old and forgotten magic that would protect me against him, no orphaned and hero the old bastard wasted no time in declaring me a savour and him as my legel guardian, as the only other person who had those rights was innocently locked away for a crime he didn't commit, giving control of my well being and my family's fortune over to that conviving goat."
"He purposely sent me off to my abusive muggle realitives so that I would be conditioned to being easily manipulated by him and his cronies with many being my friends who were acturally his spies that report my every move to him. To add it further he went on to speaking his entire plan that he had orchestrated for my entire life, from battling the dark lord who couldn't be killed because of his Horcux's then being marytered but not before I give them an heir through that stalker of mine Ginny that would bare my child that they would use to access every vault and property that I never knew I had in my name."
"You can imagen how broken I was to hear all of this. I was child of 12, and everything I thought I knew, everyone I once trusted was all a lie… all part of that old and please excuse me for the language. That old Cunt's theatre of manipulations and scheme's that would've continued to have me be some dependant ill-equip child jumping into suicidal situations that other's wouldn't dare risk their lives on."
"By the end, I had nothing. No tears to shed, no woes to give, all I had… was Anger. A burning hatred and need for vengeance but I couldn't be that ignorant child jumping into danger when he knew nothing about it. In that moment as he came to the finale of his gloat, I vowed to take back my Life. To carve out my destiny and not live by command of other's ever again."
"so from that day I Hadrian Peverell carved out my own fate." As he finished his tale there was no word… no sound that could be heard other then the crackling of the burning fire.
There was a mixture of emotions in that room.
From the loyal house elf who knew his master's greif he could only share in his woe and hatred for the people who caused his lord so much pain and anguish.
Helana had no words to describe the heartfelt sorrow and sympathy she felt for the man who lost so much. She couldn't help but let loose tears as she heard the tragic yet deeply enthralling story of adventure and loss that was Harry Peservell.
Her sister Rheanyra on the otherhand wasn't so easily trusting of the story.
Don't get her wrong it was truly and epic tale, realistic and full of detail that it couldn't be anything but a story but… she wasn't so naïve to trust this fantitful tale… so mater how realistic and deeply emotional it was.
In the end she couldn't call him a liar nor could she question the credibility of the story. So she opted to keep her opinion to her self till she heard all of it.
Just as she was about to ask for more till he got to how he got here, another pop sounded out and this time another elf appeared, only this time it was the ugly wizen one instead. "Master, dinner is prepared." Kreacher sounded out as he bowed to harry but ignored the guests he saw as lowly people compared to his high lord and master.
"Thank you kreacher. Well the rest of the story will have to wait until tomarrow." He said to the elf who quickly disappeared to serve out the food. As harry moved to leave a cry called out to him, causing him to stop just as he was getting up from his seat.
"Wait, what about the people who were petrified? What about Dobby, how did he come into your service?" Helana asked as didn't want to story to end so aburtly and before he got he got to how he freed the cute and adorable creature sitting with them.
Harry sighed but abliged to her request "Alright, I'll quickly tell you the ending of what happens the to the end of my school year. The people who were petrified were cured by Mandrake roots which were thankfully apart of that year so the school was able to brew some antidotes to their states. I acted like that dependant kid up to the moment where I learn and met the man who was dobby's master. Lucius Malfoy, the man who put the book into Ginny's cauldron and set this chain of events that would've had the school closed, I gave him the book back, confronting him on it where he called me out and gave the book to dobby who was there at the time, he didn't realise what I did as I told dobby to open it and see what awaited him."
"A sock." Dobby answered.
"A sock?/ A sock!?" both cried out in confusion as to why such an article of clothing was so important to this consion of the story.
"A sock, that I was currently wearing. For you see, house elves are servents to wizarding families, and the only way a house elf could be freed was by the wizard that they were serving was to give them a piece of clothing." They now understood why and couldn't help but share a grin that the man was fooled into freeing his servent.
A small article of clothing that would be easy to hide and quick too, with no one noticing the difference in appearance until later. This lord fell into Harry calucated trap, unknowingly setting his bound servent free without ever realising it.
"Dobby was overcome with great joy and happiness that moment. Dobby will never forget master harry's kindness and old master lucius's face as he realised his blunder." The House elf cried out in pure joy, letting slip the name of the nameless master who he was bound to previously.
But Dobby didn't care and wouldn't too as the old Malfoy patriarch was no longer their problem to worry about anymore.
Harry returned to smile back "And we certainly can't forget that you protected me when he went to kill me for losing him his servent."
That innocent smile soon twisted into one of delicious satisfaction "Dobby will never forget. Proudest and long awaited moment in Dobby's life sir." One can only imagen how rough his servitude was to invoke such emotions of glorious satisfaction and revenge against a former master.
Harry opened his arms out for the elf who quickly ran into them and embraced back the generous and welcoming hug from his new master before quickly departing "Anyway, after that with no one to call master and a house elf in need of one I ask dobby here if he wanted to be mine. He happily agreed, and so he became one of my most valued and treasured members of my house."
Dobby wiped away a tear that fell down his cheek from the ever greatful and heartwarming words that touched little creature's heart greatly "Dobby is honoured by those words."
"Your welcome. Now let's eat, the food is probarbly getting cold."
All four of them left that room to eat and retire but the story of his life was far from done, as the driven Rheanyra and the curious Helana were determined to find out the truth in his tale and the full story he has yet to finish.
-Omake Lore: The war of hearts-
-Viserys-
The war of Hearts the jesters and measter's called it.
A petty battle of women trying to seduce one lone man with feminine charm and honeyed words.
But it was a needed conflict as the Princesses Rheanyra and Helana fought for the conquering of Lord Hadrian's heart... but most importantly his power.
If not for the this minor battle for love, then we would know the extent of the dragon sorcerer's power or the limitations of his control, or the... army of the dragons he had yet to release into the world.
-Margaery-
It is a war as old as time and nobility itself as my grandmother would say.
I will not make any excuse that ladies and queens have not used what the gods have given them to achieve their desires. How else did they become queens and ladies of the most prominent houses, by their innocent grace, in this cruel world one must use all of their skills and sometimes sacrifice to win their place and power that comes with the position.
And even then it is still fought with every trick, every part of the body and soul used to keep that position of power we hold.
When the princesses Rhaenyra and Helana fought for the new lord, the both of them hadn't expected that instead of them swaying his heart.
It would be him who captured theirs.
The cold hearted and ironed willed princess Rhaenyra would fall for this new lord who would shatter the cold and unbending will of the eldest princess, and spark an event that would shake the foundations of this kingdom for generations to come.
-Euron Greyjoy-
Lord Peverall had the entire kingdom kissing his feet to have him on their side.
The Black and the Green's were fighting over him like dogs competing over slab of meat.
Even the women, the princesses of the king were clawing at eachother to be the one
If it were me, I would've had them both honestly. first chance I got when they presented themselves to him with nothing but smiles.
But Hadrian was cleaver man.
Unlike any other horny bastard who would've jumped at the chance of having sex with not one but two royal princesses of the dragons, Lord Peverall was cunning like the snake's his house embodies.
He knew the backstabbing politics' he was being forced into, and the consequences his actions had on the future of his place here.
So he played it smart.
Remaining as fucking neutral as he can while at the same time impressing the white haired cunts under his roof with his power's and treasures full of wonders that makes the withered old men of old town's great citadel look like a simple panty full of old and useless junk that nobody gives a care about.
And it worked.
He not only managed to impress the royalty under his roof but those's outside as well with his magic and creatures that none have seen in this world before.
Finished.