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A Mothering Monster	By : FestiveBoi Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 5253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything related to Harry Potter. Nor am I making any monetary gain from this, this is just for fun, using a series idea in which I have hardly seen!

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1 - The Voice in the Wall
- 2-Chapter 2 - Chamber of Secrets
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It had been a rather aggrovating couple of weeks for Harry Potter.
Ever since the incident in the corridor of the castle after giving Daphne her birthday present, he had continued to hear the voice coming from the wall, along with many other odd tapping or clinking noises. It was really starting to annoy him to no end, and it just didn't seem to stop. In fact, he could hear the voice seemingly getting closer and even stronger than before!
The situation had gotten a little worse when Daphne had actually took him to Madam Pomfrey. Sure, it was the right thing to do, sending him to the healer of Hogwarts to try and figure out what was happening, but that in-turn had probably done more harm than good.
It turned out, that hearing voices that were 'supposedly' not there was also a very dangerous and not healthy, even in the Wizarding World where magic could make many impossible things, possible. But, he knew that he was not going crazy. He knew that he heard the voice and the noises in the walls on multiple occassions.
However, after his little Infirmary visit, Madam Pomfrey wanted Daphne to keep his eye on him, and of course, Professor Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff house, and Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of the school was made aware of the situation, and were also keeping an eye on him.
It wasn't anything bad mind you, it was just keeping tabs on him, making sure that he wouldn't do anything rash or perhaps scare others during this ordeal.
Yet, despite him, Daphne, Professor Sprout and Dumbledore being in the Infirmary at the time, somehow and someway, the rumor mill that was Hogwarts had somehow were made aware of his situation. Well, the extremely out of context parts were, not so much the more 'finer' details of it.
That had made things infinitely worse for Harry.
Now, the Ravenclaw's would stay well away from him, not that they interacted much to begin with, but now, he was aware of the looks he was recieving from them. The look of doubt, and the look of fear. It wasn't pleasant, especially when Harry had a class that was shared with by the Ravenclaw's. It would normally mean that he was left alone, by both of his house, and from Ravenclaws, when it came to group activities or projects for class, it was worse.
No one would want to be near him, which either meant that they did all the work - not even regarding him to begin with - or he had the half-completed assignment delivered via House Elf or sometimes even one of the owls from the Owlery.
The Hufflepuff's, well, they clearly thought that something was wrong with him. They either now considered him to be insane, or going 'Dark' if they were to go by the voice he was hearing in his head. It wasn't like he had the best relationship with his housemates to begin with, but now after this had gotten out, it had become even worse. He was so ostracized and avoided like he was the plague, that he would bet ten Galleons that he was the most hated Hufflepuff in all of Hogwarts' history.
Now, when it came to the Gryffindor's and the Slytherin's, it seemed as though they were able to 'mitigate' the harsh rivalry that they had, in order to ostracise him, taunt and belittle him.
They would constantly add more rumors and even more insane 'speculations' out there, which would of course spread like wildfire if the rumor mill got their hands on it, or perhaps the reputation that the people who were creating the rumors already had were enough 'evidence' to fully believe and support him.
However, the worst moment within the few weeks by far, was recieving a Howler. At first, he didn't understand what a Howler was, nor did he know why nearly everbody in the early morning in the Great Hall all decided to up and leave the area.
He learnt very quickly.
The Howler was absolutely earpiercing and could easily give someone a migraine. It also didn't help that the Howler was from Molly Weasley, a woman who was known to send multiple Howlers in a school year to the prankster twins, and even once in this year sent one to Ron Weasley for slacking off in classes.
He had to listen to the Howler for what seemed like an eternity, as the woman tore into him, saying all different kinds of things that really hurt him. Yet, she tried to be 'friendly' and 'helpful' after she had her little session with him, even recommending him to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Yet, he had never been more happier in that particular morning when the letter ended and it shredded itself to tiny little pieces, never to be heard from again.
In a way, this could also be a good thing. Instead of being forgotten and just another person in the crowd, people actually recognised him. Sure, it wasn't the best type of attention, but it was still much better than being forgotten. He went from the 'Forgotten Hufflepuff' to probably the 'Person to stay well away from'.
However, in all of this, Daphne Greengrass, his only friend in Hogwarts, had stuck by him. Even when she was getting pressured into leaving him behind incase she got 'Whatever sickness he has'. He wouldn't lie, but it did give him some vindictive pleasure as he watched her shoot down those requests, and giving some harsh retorts of her own.
Yet, he just didn't know that the voice in the wall would lead him to a place that was considered a legend for Hogwarts, even Professor Binn's saying that it was so. He would be finding; The Chamber of Secrets.
Harry found himself wandering the corridors of Hogwarts once again, however, this time, he was somewhere on the second floor. He wasn't exactly sure where, as he hadn't really been paying attention. His mind was on some other things at the moment, of which it mainly was him just blocking out everything that he had been feeling that had been bottled up for the past few hours.
It was rather challenging for him in class, considering that it had been one of the few classes that Hufflepuff's had shared with the Gryffindor's, and that just proved to be an annoyance. As usual, he had been isolated once again in the class, only this time, it was in History of Magic, and the Professor was not even alive! He also didn't particulary care about what happened in the classroom, and he was fairly certain that Professor Binn's didn't even know it more than half of the time.
So, he was stuck in a state where he wasn't safe under the Professor's supervision when it came to his torment. So, he had to put up with the constant, harsh bickerings of one Ron Weasley, and from his group of friends - who he honestly didn't even know the name of. At first, it had been easy to ignore, but as the class seemed to drag on and on, it became much more challenging to prevent himself from retorting, or doing anything really.
That would somehow make things worse for him, as Ron and his little group of friends would tell everyone in Gryffindor that he had 'snapped' and attacked them for no apparent reason. That outcome would only lead to more problems, and quite possibly having the Weasley twins get some revenge by pranking the hell out of him. He was also fairly certain that it would lead to another Howler being sent by Molly, or on the off-chance, perhaps she would come into the school and scold him thoroughly in person.
Either of which he didn't want to happen, nor did he want what was left of his reputation gone down the drain if he were to simply stand up for himself in the constant torment that he was recieving.
However, another part of his mind was still lingering on the voice that he had been hearing.
Now that he could actually concentrate on it, and as he heard it more and more, he could now say with confidence that it was feminine in quality. It was soft-spoken, and always seemed to be concerned or have that 'motherly' tone everytime he heard, which was when he was alone or in the bathroom - once it even happened when he was the only one in his dorm room!
For some odd reason, he felt like he was almost... getting drawn to the voice. Perhaps it was because that was possibly the only thing - besides Daphne - that was actually treating him normally, perhaps a little more... concerned, but still normal.
"Follow..."
TINK
DING
Doing as the voice asked him to do, Harry continued to make his way through the second floor corridor, still well and truly lost as to where he exactly was when it came to the layout of the castle.
Yet, as he continued to follow the voice and the faint sounds that were reverberating through the walls, he eventually came to a halt when he suddenly found himself in front of a rather worn, yet great wooden door that seemed to have seen some better days.
He continued to glance about, even halting his breathing to the absolute minimal level in order to try and pick up on anything coming from the walls.
Yet, he heard nothing. Not even a whisper.
However, as he was about to give up, he suddenly heard the voice again, and this time, it sounded a little more... excited?
"Enter... room!"
Confused, but listening to the voice as it asked him to enter the room, he gently took hold of the door and pulled with all of his might.
CREAK
Ignoring the rather loud creaking noise as the door was opened for the first time in perhaps years, a rather foul stench greeted his nostrils, nearly making him gag at the smell of it, as it continued to waft through the air through the slightly ajar door.
It smelt like something was extremely moldy and rotting, and as he noticed the other side of the door, he noticed that some of the wood was indeed rotting, as it had been thoroughly soaked by water.
Turning his head away towards the area that smelt the most pleasant, he took a deep breath through his mouth before he plugged his nose, which helped reduce the foul stench that he could smell. As long as he kept his nose plugged and breathed through his mouth then he would be fine.
It definitely smelt like an old bathroom that had not been cleaned in a very long time.
Pulling the door open a little more so he could fit through the gap, he entered the room, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible. Something told him that he was not supposed to be in this room, or this area in general.
As he turned around to fully take in the room around him, he had to ignore a small shiver that went down his spine.
It was perhaps the gloomiest, most... depressing bathroom that he had possibly ever set foot in, and that was saying something as he had been in plenty of public bathrooms before. There was a large, cracked and spotted mirror, and underneath that rather useless mirror, there were a row of chipped sinks that had small amounts of mold and cobwebs decorating them.
The very floor itself seemed to be permanently damp and had this unpleasant smell wafting through it. Despite it being late in the afternoon, the sun was still present, but in this room, it was possible to think that it was closer to nightfall, as the floor reflected of small stubs of candles - how they were still lit, he had no idea - and even worse were the stall doors were falling apart. A few of the doors to the individual stalls were flaking and scratched, even one of them was dangling off its hinges, probably only just being held up by the rusted material.
"This place stinks." Harry muttered to himself, his pinched nose scrunching even further, trying to make his nostrils as small or blocked as possible.
As he continued to gaze around, he really was starting to get really confused.
Why would the voice lead him here of all places? In this... disgusting bathroom that needed to either be thoroughly cleaned with the best that magic had to offer, or just use plain old chemicals to remove all the mold.
Or perhaps, it would be best to have this room sealed off all together, so someone that comes after him wouldn't be unlucky enough to smell the foul stench.
"Closer... sink..."
Once again, the voice spoke out, but this time, it seemed to echo around the empty and disgusting bathroom.
DINK
SPLOSH
His ears faintly heard the sound of a droplet of water falling into the basin of one of the moldy sinks. His curiosity increasing, he headed towards the sink, where he head heard the sound of a water droplet, along with following the order that was given to him by the voice.
As he came within mere inches away from the sink, he actually took some time to appreciate the detail that was placed on the sink and taps. It seemed like a lot of time and effort was put into creating the details. It was just a shame that it was in such a state of disrepair.
Yet, something gleamed out of the corner of his eye, and he was automatically drawn to it, almost like a moth to a flame.
"Wow..." He couldn't help but murmur out in awe.
He was now looking at a tap, but this one was different than the rest. It was decorated with a very well-made snake figure made out of silver that seemed to coil around the tap itself.
He had to admit, that was probably the most decorated piece that he had ever seen in a bathroom, both in the mundane world, along with Hogwarts - although, to be fair he only has seen the junior boy stalls.
"Speak... open!"
"Open?" He repeated, not even realising that he didn't even speak in English, rather he spoke in Parseltongue, as he was too focussed on the snake decoration.
RUMBLE
THUNK
"What the!?" Harry yelped out, nearly jumping out of his skin at the sudden noise that echoed within the room.
As he looked upon the basin that was decorated with a snake, he noticed that it was moving, and started to sink into the very floor itself, and once it locked into place with a small clicking noise, there was a very large circular pipe that seemed to lead deeper into the castle. The entrance to the rather foreboding pipe was about the width of a rather rotund man, and probably about up to his chest in height.
Meaning that if someone were to go down it, then they would have to slide down it, headfirst or legs first, and he really didn't want to try this... slide to hell.
Once again, his eyes met the snake decoration, and he blinked. He swore that he saw the decoration blink somehow, like it actually had eyes.
Maybe it was just a trick of the light. There were a few dull, flickering candles in this area afterall.
"Down! Safe..."
The voice was back again, and this time, it was so much more clearer now that there was an opening, rather than it being heard through the walls of the castle. It definitely reafirrmed for Harry that the voice was feminine in nature.
"Go down!? No way!" Harry immediately denied! Once again, not realising that he was not speaking English once again, but rather, he was making a rather loud hissing sound.
"Safe... promise!"
Once again, the feminine sounding hissing rattled out once again, the voice seemingly amplified as it travelled throught the open pipe.
Harry sighed to himself, he was honestly disappointed in why he was actually going to do what he was going to do, but he didn't know why, but it almost felt like his very being wanted him to go down there, almost like it was... yearning for something?
It was perhaps one of the most stupidest things that he would do in his life. This was definitely more stupid than trying to sneak some food away from the kitchen into his little cupboard back in Privet Drive.
As he took a deep breath to steel his nerves, he carefully made his way towards the lip of the dangerous looking pipe that was sloped like a steep slide.
As he looked down the rather slimy, yet steep pipe, his vision could only carry so far before he couldn't see anything other than permanent darkness, and the stench that was carrying through the pipe was strongly scented like a body of water, which was odd considering that there was no body of water even near the second floor of the castle.
Unless the sewage counted as that, but even then, it didn't have that horrible smell like he thought sewage would have.
"Do you promise its safe?" As soon as he spoke that, he had to stifle himself from facepalming. Why would he trust a voice to something that he couldn't even see!? Let alone trust the thing that was most likely located at the end of a dark, spooky slope that led even deeper into the school!
It was possibly the one thing that he could actually remember that the Dursleys actually taught him, whether it was out of the remaining goodness that they held for him in their hearts, or they just didn't want to deal with the consequences, but he could remember quite clearly; 'Do NOT talk to strangers!'
Yet, here he was, looking down a rather foreboding and creepy slide that a mysterious voice was coming from, and even asking for a promise from someone - or something - that he had never even met before!
There was a moment of silence, and Harry swore to himself that he heard a rather loud hiss coming from somewhere deep down, yet a moment later, it finally replied, "Promissse... hatchling..."
Shaking his head from the odd extension that it seemed to have on the 's' in that situation, along with remembering that it said 'hatchling' and placing it in the back of his mind for now, he took another deep breath, before he maneuvered himself so that his legs were going to be going down first, and that was going on his back.
Not only because it was probably safer to go down on his back rather than on his stomach and headfirst, but because he would much rather not crash into anything headfirst on the way down.
He would still have an extremely slim chance to escape if his legs got mangled, but if his head collided with something? Then he was as good as dead.
"Going down..." He muttered to himself, thinking of the voice that he heard in the elevator that one time, before closing his eyes and imagining that he was going down a very slimy, and steep slide as he pushed himself forward.
Almost instantly, Harry felt weightless as his body continued to rocket down the slipperly slope, yet he couldn't help but let out a strangled cheer of; "Wooooop!"
Then, he was in darkness once again, as the entrance behind him sealed, moving back into place like it had never even been moved in the first place.
It felt like but a few moments, but Harry instinctively braced himself, and as soon as he did that, he felt himself make contact with solid ground once again as his entire body now fully came out of the pipe.
Coughing a few times to as dust particles floated about in the air, he glanced around the room, almost having a feeling of awe, yet fear as he did so.
It was relatively well lit, and from the lighting - which oddly enough, was a green hue - he was able to see quite clearly, and he found that he was in a corridor of some sort, which was lined with bricks that were covered in moss and slime from the water droplets falling from the ceiling every now and again. Which meant that this place had been hidden or kept locked away for a very long time, if the brickwork was suffering from this.
Yet, at the end of the corridor, he could see something interesting; a heavy steel hatchway door with seven snake-shaped locks decorated it.
Seeing no other way to go but forward, Harry made his way to the steel hatchway door that was decorated with snakes.
"Yesss..."
Ignoring the voice that seemed to be closer then ever, Harry made his way to the door, tracing his hand along it, not minding that it was getting covered in a small layer of slime.
Yet, he couldn't find a way to open the door. There was no handle to, nor could he find anything that could possibly open the door itself.
"Say... Open!"
'It's almost like the voice read my mind...' Harry thought to himself, a small shiver running down his spine as he imagined that possibility.
"Open!" Harry called out, following the voice's orders.
However, much to his confusion, the door didn't open. It remained tightly shut, nor did it even budge an inch!
"Focusss!"
Shaking his head, Harry once again stared at the door, however, this time, he concentrated as hard as he could, and once again, he could almost swear that the snake locks were moving ever so slightly on their own.
"Open!"
TINK
Taking a step back once he heard that noise, Harry watched in amazement as the snake shaped locks slithered backwards, then an eighth snake that was hidden from view started to slither around the door's edge.
Yet, a few moments later, the door seemed to slowly inch open without even creaking from misuse, yet, it stopped with a small thudding noise moments later, leaving a gap just large enough for a grown man to squeeze through.
Doing just that, Harry squeezed through the opening of the door, before he gasped in amazement at what he saw before him.
Before him was a very spacious room that was many stories high, and dozens of feet wide, and it was decorated grandly, almost like this had been a secret project of someone.
Lines of massive snake statures with their mouths open and forked tongue out in the open were lined up at either side of the room and the rest of the snake stature was presumebly underneath the pool of water on both sides. In the middle of everything, however, was a brick pathway that was wide enough for two people to comfortably walk across.
Yet, it was at the end of the pathway was what amazed him.
There was a large stature that was made out of material that he didn't quite now, and it was done with immaculate detail - although a little creepy looking - although oddly enough, the mans mouth seemed to be shaped and created oddly, as the material seemed to be a little displaced, and there was an awkward looking line running across the mouth, it was large enough that it couldn't of been a simple mistake on the creators behalf.
Yet, the way it seemed to be built into the very wall was something spectacular.
"Welcome to the Chamber of Secrets!"
The voice hissed out, seemingly coming from within the statue of the man himself, and Harry was once again filled with awe, the fact that it was so clear and able to speak full sentences didn't bother him.
The very place seemed to buzz with some kind of magic as it lingered about in the air, making the very hairs on the back of his neck stand up and enough for him to gain goosebumps.
"Wow..." He uttered out, spinning around slowly to take every single detail in and try to burn it within his mind.
Even trying to find a way to exit this place was rushed out of his mind.
"Now, command 'Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four!'"
Although that command struck him as odd - it sounded very narcissistic and very biased - Harry did as he was told, "Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four!"
RUMBLE
Harry was snapped out of his star-struck state as he heard and felt the deep rumbling that was happening. Looking towards the statue where he noticed lots of loose bits of material falling, he then noticed that the mouth was actually moving! Not only that, but it was slowly opening to a monstrous size!
It was at this point Harry felt fear overcome his current emotions from gazing at the room and feeling the innate magic in the air.
HISS
Hearing a deep, rumbling hiss echo throughout the chamber, Harry braced himself for whatever was to come, his hand grabbing at his wand in case he needed it.
Yet, no matter what he could do, he just couldn't keep his eyes off of the mouth that was now the size of a bus, and from deep within it, he noticed something large and... poisonous green coming out of mouth.
Before he knew it, the monstrously large snake slithered out of the mouth of the statue, its length seemingly going on and on, until finally, after nearly ten seconds, the very tip of the tail slipped out of the mouth of the statue. Yet, the entire time, the large beast kept its eyes closed for some reason.
Now that it was fully out, Harry could roughly estimate that it was roughly fifty feet in length - don't ask him why so specific, it was an estimated guess - and it was as thick as the oldest oak trunk had ever seen, and even coiled around on the ground, it was more than six times the size of him if it was leaning upright - which it was.
The amount of pure, undulated terror and fear that was running the course on his body was immense, yet he found himself completed frozen on the spot, like his body had stopped functioning properly, unable to do anything as he looked at this great beast.
END CHAPTER
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