{DADA Classroom, Hogwarts}
{31th Oct 1991}
{Quirinus Quirrell's POV}
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Quirrell shivered as he felt it once again; his master had once again regained enough strength. His influence on his body increased as he watched his hands move outside his control. The weird feeling of detachnt spread from his hands to the rest of his body, and suddenly, he lost all control; the sensation he was feeling beca muted.
"Finally..." He heard the cold words coming out of his mouth, and there was no stutter, which made his voice sound confident as his body moved with an unnatural grace. Although his movents were still not up to his master's standard, he could feel the discontent through their connection. He had been able to feel so emotions from the Dark Lord, but they had beco a lot more pronounced now.
He felt his eyes move, taking in the scene, the sight of the silver vial resting on complicated runes that were the reason for his predicant. The ritual had worked; he was sure of it, as his body's senses beca muted. Slowly, he could only feel the barest of pain, and a sense of relief flooded through him.
'...'
Quirell controlled his thoughts. As he saw the scene changing, he knew that distracting Master from his goal would be detrintal. His office wasn't the best place to do the Ritual, but they didn't have a choice. They quickly rushed out of the office, and through the hallways, the paintings started falling asleep as his wand was waved in an unnatural pattern. They moved through the corridor as silently as ghosts, and they quickly arrived outside the greenhouses.
The Dark Lord didn't have any interest in muddling through plants as he quickly took a beaten path and went around the large building. A short walk later, they stopped. He wasn't able to sense anything, but the Dark Lord could as he spoke in a bone-chilling voice, "Moec~"
The words hung in the air before he felt them. Even with severely muted senses, he felt the coldness solidifying the air itself. He could see the moisture condense in their breath as the shadowed being appeared in front of them, and slowly, they converged, hundreds of them hovering right in front of them.
"Moec~ Tiem~ Atfse~" Each word that probably was giving his tongue a great workout made the denters vibrate. The Dark Lord apparently didn't need to persuade them too much as he repeated the last word again and pointed toward the castle.
"Atfse~"
He felt the swishing winds as the shadows rushed toward the castle, vibrating with eagerness as the Dark Lord moved; this ti, his footsteps were more urgent. The Darkness of the night covered their movents as they slipped back into the castle, and just when he expected them to move toward the hidden corridor, they moved sowhere else.
Their destination this ti was a little odd, but with a flick of his wands, the door flew open as they walked through into the lavatory. The Dark Lord stopped as his eyes went up to the sealing. He contemplated for a mont before he started chanting. The words felt unfamiliar, and when he tried to focus on them, they seed to slip past his grasp.
Even though his mouth spoke this foreign language, he couldn't hear anything. The words and wand waving continued, and slowly, he found himself in front of a sink. His vision imdiately flicked to the snake symbol engraved on the faucet. The questions that he was suppressing kept on increasing as words, this ti totally different, erged from his mouth.
"~Open~" The sound started nothing more than a hiss to him, but he could understand it nonetheless.
'Parseltongue!!' Quirell exclaid, his tightly locked thoughts escaping his grasp as he was able to understand the elusive ability.
"Kekeke~" A dark chuckle escaped his mouth as a grin stretched across his face.
"It seems Parseltongue is a soul-based ability, fascinating, indeed..." the Dark Lord muttered as the sink shifted in front of him. A deep hole erged, and it went down a slope. The Dark Lord cast a charm, and then he stepped into the hole; they slowly descended, his deep purple cloak and robes fluttering as a controlled descent began.
While the Dark Lord didn't stop to marvel at the place they appeared in, Quirell was amazed at everything around them. The gravel gave way to a sea of small bones scattered around the floor, the long, long skin of discarded flesh that proved that the beast living in this place and responsible for the carnage was a very long snake.
Quirell suppressed the fear as he watched the Dark Lord stand in front of another entrance. This one had a symbol of 7 snake heads stretching across it in symtry. They weren't engraved on the door but seed almost alive.
"~Open~" The hiss once again was simple. No magical password was apparently needed as the snakeheads, one by one, retreated into their form. A bigger snake went around the circumference of the circular door as it creaked open. With a wave of his wand, the process was expedited. With no hesitation, the Dark Lord went through.
The room behind the entrance was hidden behind a maze of long tunnels, their purpose beyond his grasp. Quirell watched the statues of tallic snakes with fangs longer than his forearm. A platform extended from the entrance to the tunnel system toward the larger chamber. The artistic qualities of the snake head statues were ignored as the Dark Lord arrived in front of a large sculpture.
Seemingly created from a single block of stone, the identity of the bald, bearded man wasn't hard to guess, considering the place they were in, especially not after the words that the Dark Lord spoke next.
"~Speak to , Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four~"
The hiss echoed around the hall for a mont before the jaw of the sculpture moved, and as Quirell felt the elation of the Dark Lord spread through him, he saw it. Big yellow eyes locked onto his figure as a large snake head, half the size of his, erges from the opening.
'A Basilisk!!!' Quirell quivered.
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AN- And the annual Halloween catastrophe begins. Who's gonna die?
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