"I don't know." Words Sirius spoke rarely. "Slytherins are snakes and Salazar was supposedly a Parselmouth. Maybe- some kind of snake? Or-"
At that moment something stirred behind them. Scales rustled against the floor. Sirius turned and caught sight of the creature's side as it moved back into the shadow, circling them.
He let loose a stream of curses that would make a sailor blush.
"It's a Basilisk. Close your eyes! If it looks into your eyes you're dead. CLOSE YOUR EYES RIGHT NOW."
As soon as he finished speaking the Basilisk reared forward. It was shaped like a snake but grossly distorted in size, at least 50 feet. Its fangs were doubly lethal, not only capable of puncturing bone but delivering venom that only phoenix tears could cure. Its beaming yellow eyes were death to look upon directly.
Sirius shouldn't have bragged about the powers of his wand. The Basilisk's scales reflected magic. Sirius didn't have much faith in whatever technology the Muggle had with him.
They were dead. There was no way they were going to live through this. The only one of them who had a chance at surviving this was Marco if he flew away fast.
The realization sent a wave of fear through Sirius's body. His wand hand shook. He grasped his wand tighter and his hand stilled. They weren't dead yet. Sirius had brought the others here. Their lives were his responsibility. He would protect them until he breathed his last. He would die a Gryffindor.
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At that moment something stirred behind them. Scales rustled against the floor. Sirius turned and caught sight of the creature's side as it moved back into the shadow, circling them.
He let loose a stream of curses that would make a sailor blush.
"It's a Basilisk. Close your eyes! If it looks into your eyes you're dead. CLOSE YOUR EYES RIGHT NOW."
As soon as he finished speaking the Basilisk reared forward. It was shaped like a snake but grossly distorted in size, at least 50 feet. Its fangs were doubly lethal, not only capable of puncturing bone but delivering venom that only phoenix tears could cure. Its beaming yellow eyes were death to look upon directly.
Sirius shouldn't have bragged about the powers of his wand. The Basilisk's scales reflected magic. Sirius didn't have much faith in whatever technology the Muggle had with him.
They were dead. There was no way they were going to live through this. The only one of them who had a chance at surviving this was Marco if he flew away fast.
The realization sent a wave of fear through Sirius's body. His wand hand shook. He grasped his wand tighter and his hand stilled. They weren't dead yet. Sirius had brought the others here. Their lives were his responsibility. He would protect them until he breathed his last. He would die a Gryffindor.