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Millennium	By : twincrab21 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I am so sorry for such a long wait. Life has just caught up with me and I have been so busy. I have not quit on this story I really do want to see this through until the end. Hopefully I will update more frequently but I cannot guarantee anything but that I will not discontinue this story.
Chapter 3: Headmaster and Hatching
“Talking”
[Creature Talk]
‘Thoughts’
xxxxxxx
May 4, 1998
Light trickled in through the glass doors in the corner of the room. A body shifted underneath the sheets of the bed in the room. A transparent figure floated towards the bed. It stopped next to the bed where a tuff of black hair was sticking out.
Suddenly the covers on the bed were ripped off the body lying on the bed. A squeak was heard through the room with a giggle answering it.
“Come on Harry. It’s time to wake up. You cannot waste your day away in bed.” Helga said. A loud groan was heard.
“Five more minutes.” Harry mumbled sleepily. Helga gave him a beaming smile.
“Come on. You need to speak with the Minister before he appoints another dim-witted person to run our school.” Harry groaned again but got out of his warm and comfortable bed reluctantly, knowing Helga would get him out of his bed one way or another.
Helga watched him stumble around the room with amusement.
Harry walked to his bathroom. He turned the water on in the shower, making it scalding hot, and stripped out of his clothes from yesterday quickly and took off his glasses and set them on the counter next to the sink. He let the near boiling water wash over his body feeling pure pleasure as the hot water washed away the filth he had from the previous days. He grabbed the soap and started scrubbing his body, ridding himself of the stubborn grime that stayed on his skin. After he got done with that task he shampooed and conditioned his waist length hair with vanilla scented products. He scrubbed his scalp thoroughly and worked his way down his hair until he was done and rinsed everything out.
After he was done with that he turned off the water, and got out of the shower, little droplets of water cascading down his body. Wandlessly he made the steam that gathered in the room disappear. He grabbed a towel from the rack next to the shower. He rubbed his body dry then moved on to his hair. He squeezed the water out then carefully rubbed it dry trying not to mess it up badly. He dropped the towel in a hamper next to the towels and got another towel and wrapped it around his waist.
He made his way to the counter to get his glasses and put them on. He then noticed there was a brush next to where his glasses were. He grabbed the brush and ran it through his hair, being careful when encountering the tangles. After a few moments he stopped brushing his hair, seeing that his hair was silky smooth. Then, Harry braided his hair so it would stay out of his face.
Harry walked out of the bathroom and made his way to his closet. He chose a plain white shirt, black slacks, and jade green robes. He got dressed, grabbed his wand, went to the main room and saw Helga floating in the middle.
She turned to him. “Hello again, sleepyhead. Glad to see you awake.” She said cheerfully.
“Hello Mrs. Hu—Helga.” Harry greeted. “How come you have so much energy this morning?”
“I am just happy that Hogwarts will finally get a headmaster that all of us agree will take care of her.” Helga answered happily.
“Her?” Harry questioned.
Helga gave him a surprised look. “Of course her. Hogwarts is living.”
“I didn’t know that.” Harry said. “Hey Helga, where are the others?”
“Oh, they’re around here somewhere. My husband is probably in our room, Salazar is probably in his potions lab, and Rowena is probably in the Astrology tower.” She said like it was an everyday thing. They continued walking through the halls in comfortable silence. They approached the portrait to the kitchen, Harry tickled the pear and the door opened. They walked inside and Harry saw someone he had not seen in a while. The house elf ran to the pair and clung to Harry’s leg with tears streaming down its face.
“Master Harry.” Dobby said joyfully. “You is alive. I is so happy”
Harry was so happy to find out that Dobby healed himself from Bellatrix’s attack after Ron, Hermione, and he thought the house elf died. Harry patted Dobby’s head. “I am also glad to see you.” Then, he carefully extracted the house elf from his leg. “Could I get some food, Dobby?”
“Of course. Anything for Master Harry.” Dobby snapped his fingers and a table with a chair and a platter of food to feed an army appeared in front of Harry and Helga. “Is there anything else Master Harry needs?”
“No this is perfect. Thank you Dobby.” Harry said pleasantly.
“You is welcome Master Harry.” Dobby said before returning to his work.
Harry sat quietly with Helga at the table eating some of the food on the platter. When he was finish he thanked Dobby and walked out of the kitchens to the front of the school with Helga by his side. They reach the front of the school and stopped.
“Remember Harry, Fudge will try anything to make it so you can’t become the new headmaster but remember that you own the school. Hogwarts is yours now, no one can make choices about Hogwarts without consulting you, and don’t you let him forget that.” Helga said.
“Okay anything else?” Harry asked.
“Good luck, but you probably won’t need it.” Helga encouraged.
“Thanks.” Harry said. He concentrated on apparating outside of the Ministry of Magic. Harry was glad the Order made him get his Apparating License before the war ended. Suddenly he felt like he was being squeezed through a small plastic tube then it was gone.
Harry opened his eyes and recognized the payphone that opened to the Ministry of Magic. He stepped inside and pressed 6-2-4-4-2 (Magic).
“State your name and business for being at the Ministry of Magic.” Droned a bored voice.
“Harry Potter and visiting the Minister of Magic.” Harry spoke. A badge popped out of thin air and Harry caught it. He looked at the badge and saw it had ‘Harry Potter’ and below it said ‘Visiting the Minister of Magic.’
“Here is your pass and have a good day.” The voice droned.
Harry felt the booth descend into the ground heading to the main floors. He heard a ding and the doors opened. Harry stepped into the lobby seeing people bustle around him to get to wherever they were going. A few people stopped to stare at him, recognizing his scar that was uncovered. He hurried to another elevator before the doors closed, thankfully it was empty. He pressed 1 and the doors closed. He felt it descend to where the Minister’s Office was located.
The door opened and Harry stepped out into another floor full of a flurry of activity. Luckily no one noticed Harry. He made his way to a blond, fair-skinned secretary reading the Prophet.
“Anything good today.” Harry said.
“Just another story about Harry Potter and who he might be dating by Rita Skeeter.” Said the secretary. She looked up to see who was there and was shocked to see the person she was supposedly was reading about.
“Oh. How-how can I h-help y-you t-today Mr. Potter?” Stuttered the secretary.
“I am supposed to see Minister Cornelius Fudge. It is very urgent.” Harry spoke.
“O-of course.” She said. “Just go down that hallway and he is the only door.”
“Thank Miss-”
“L-Lucille Shaw.” Stuttered Lucille.
“Thank Ms. Shaw.” Harry said. Harry started walking down the hallway until he saw a large mahogany door. Harry knocked politely and heard a loud “Enter.”
Harry stepped through the door and saw the Minister behind a dark cherry desk that overflowed with papers.
Harry saw the surprise on the Minister’s face. “Oh, how wonderful to see you Mr. Potter. Please sit down” Harry sat down at the dark brown leather chair in front of Fudge. “How may I help you?”
“Minister Fudge, let me cut to the chase. I will be the next headmaster of Hogwarts.” Harry said.
“You-you cannot do that.” Fudge stuttered out angrily.
“Oh but I can, because I own Hogwarts because I am the rightful heir to all the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry so it is in my right to choose any person for the position of headmaster or headmistress.” Harry said with no room for argument.
“B-But I have already picked out a suitable Headmistress.” Fudge said.
Harry quirked his eyebrow. “Who?”
“Delores Umbridge.” Fudge said.
Harry eyes only saw red before he quickly calmed himself. “Why her, after she caused so many problems before?”
Fudge started to look nervous. “She offered to step in and help Hogwarts rebuild itself back to its glory days.” Harry scoffed.
“I refuse to allow that despicable lady to set a foot in my castle.” Harry said.
“B-but—.” Fudge stuttered.
“No. My decision is final. Good day Minister.” Harry swiftly left the flabbergasted Minister.
Harry quickly said good-bye to Ms. Shaw and apparted back to Hogwarts. Helga and Rowena were waiting for him.
“How did the meeting go dear.” Helga said.
“Absolutely bloody great.” Harry said sarcastically.
“Oh don’t sass me mister.” Helga scolded.
Feeling remorseful, Harry said. “I’m sorry.”
Helga soften her expression “Its okay, I know that man is a bloody annoyance but do not take it out on me.”
“Do not worry, that man will get his due soon.” Rowena said mysteriously.
Ignoring Rowena’s ominous prediction. “Come you must be tired.” Helga ushered Harry to the kitchen. After tickling the pear in the portrait hiding the kitchens, the group entered and were greeted by a giant room filled with house elves.
Dobby quickly said hello and served Harry roast beef covered in gravy with mash potatoes and vegetables on the side with a glass of pumpkin juice before going back to help the other house elves. Harry scarffed down the delicious meal and wash it down with pumpkin juice.
Now that he was full, Harry felt sleepy. Helga and Rowena ushered Harry back to his room, both glaring at Kei daring him to say anything. He didn’t.
They made their way to Harry’s bedroom but Harry noticed something was happening to his egg.
“Wait.” Harry said owlishly. “I think my egg is hatching. Tell Salazar and Godric quickly.”
Helga rushed to get them while Rowena calmly lead Harry to his chest. Harry slowly opened the box further and took out the trembling egg. Cracks started to form on the black egg. Slowly the cracks were pushed aside to reveal a five-inch dark green, nearly black snake blinking its golden eyes sluggishly. Harry distantly felt Salazar coming closer toward the newly hatched snake.
Harry slowly approached the basilisk to not scare it and offered his hand. The tiny snake scented the air with its tongue and deemed Harry safe. It slowly slithered up Harry’s arm.
[What should I call you little one?] Harry asked.
It looked at Harry. [I do not know.]
[May I name you?] Harry inquired.
[Please, Master.] The tiny creature said.
Harry considered. [I shall name you Akili, it means wisdom.]
[That name is acceptable.] Akili slithered up Harry arm and wrapped around his forearm. Harry stood up and headed to his room. In his room he conjured a small heated bed for Akili to lie on. Akili slithered out of Harry’s sleeve to curl up on the pillow.
Harry suddenly felt exhausted from all the events from that day. He lied on the bed and changed his clothes into silk pajamas. Harry looked over and saw the founders hovering around him.
“Thank you for being here and thank you Slytherin for giving me Akili.” He whispered.
They all smiled at him. Salazar replied. “Your welcome.”
Almost all the founders said goodnight and left but Helga lingered and kissed Harry’s forehead.
“Sweet dreams.” She whispered then left the room closing the door behind her.
As Harry slipped into the dark abyss he thought, ‘Now I have a companion for the future.’
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