Harry Potter: Immortal Conquest (HP)

Harry opened his eyes in the early darkness of the morning. Iris's red hair was all over his face. He pulled out his hand which he was using as a pillow under his pillow and moved her hair away from his face. Her back was pressed against his chest and her hands were wrapped around his one hand which she had taken in her possession last night.

He slowly and gently tried to pull away his hand from her grip. Iris made a cute noise in her sleep and tightened her grip around his hand and pulled it against her chest, not in any mood to let it go. Harry wanted to sigh in exasperation but remained silent. He guessed it was around six in the morning. They needed to be at breakfast by 7:30. He didn't want to wake her up early so he decided he would let her sleep for 30 minutes more.

Harry knew he couldn't go back to sleep so he occupied his time by running his free hand through her silky hair. That became boring after five minutes. 25 more minutes to go. He tried again to gently pull back his hand but the result was the same. Iris pulled it more tightly around her chest, a small frown marring her sleeping face. Harry stifled a squeak as he was basically crushed against her back. He could feel her body heat on his chest, he could feel the nipple pressed on his hand through her pyjama shirt. His face was on her neck, he had unintentionally kissed her on the neck when she pulled him against her. Harry's face slowly turned red from embarrassment which was quite a rare thing. He barely got embarrassed and he was definitely not a shy person. The reason for his embarrassment was his tiny thing between his legs which had just grown and hardened against Iris's bum. As his chest was crushed against her back so was his groin behind her bum.

'Pervert! You are getting an erection from your little sister! Pervert! Go and die!' he imagined yelling at himself.

'It is not my fault that she is pressing her arse against me! Sister or not, of course I was going to get an erection.' he tried to defend himself from himself.

'Then just scoot back you imbecile.' he yelled at himself.

'Why the hell am I trying to talk to myself in my mind?'

He thought in annoyance and scooted his hips a little back. He sighed in relief as his groin wasn't pressed to her bum anymore. He stole a glance at her shapely cute bum. This did not help him in the least with his 'problem'. Harry wanted to bang his head on a wall for ogling his sister's arse.

'I am going mad. I am becoming a pedophile.' he thought to himself miserably.

'But can I be a pedophile if I am only a year older than her? And I don't think she would mind if I looked at her that way. She was the one who started kissing me. She might enjoy it more than myself.' he tried to reason with himself.

'Nope! I am going to pretend that the thought of groping my sister never entered my mind and we are normal siblings with the exception of the nightly kisses. Maybe she will get over her obsession with me and will start liking some other boy.'

Harry's mind remained silent for a few seconds and then he snorted silently.

'Who am I kidding? I have seen her eyes. I have seen her need to always be around me. I have seen the desire. She is young and she doesn't know what that desire is but it is present in abundance and that desire sparkles in her eyes every night when she kisses me. BUT she is still young. I will do nothing sexual with her until she is fourteen. And only if she proposes to do those things.' he promised himself. He stole another glance at her bum and really considered punching himself with his free hand.

'Think something disgusting to make the boner go away.' he thought desperately.

'Like grinding your boner against your little sister's cute arse?'

'No you stupid mind! The other kind of disgusting.' he groaned inwardly.

'What if Snape is sleeping beside me, his hands crawling towards my chest?' he thought. He suddenly felt an icy chill run up his spine.

"Aah!" he screamed and turned to look behind him. No one was there.

'My fucking stupid mind! I am going to replace you, I mean me, I mean you… ugh!'

"Big brother?" Iris asked, turning towards him. Her eyes blinked slowly, adjusting to the darkness. His scream had apparently woken her up.

"What happened?" she asked, rubbing her fist against her eyes and finally releasing his hand. Harry laughed nervously. 'I was entertaining myself by talking to myself, inside my mind.'

"Nothing. Just a scary dream." he lied. She looked at him with concern and caressed his cheeks.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I am fine." he smiled, cupping her hand with his hand on his cheek. She looked at him a little longer and nodded when she thought he was telling the truth. She smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Good morning, big brother."

"Good morning, little one. Had a good night's sleep?" he asked after giving her the usual morning kiss on her forehead.

"You don't have to ask, I sleep best when I am in your arms." she grinned, burying her face in his neck.

"It is too early to hear your cheesy lines." he chuckled as he caressed her head. "It is time to go to your own room."

"Yes." she sighed in reluctance and jumped off the bed. "See you in an hour."

She smiled and walked towards the table where the invisibility cloak was. Harry couldn't help but stare at the hypnotising up-down movements of her arse cheeks through the pajamas. She put on the cloak and waved at him one last time and went out of the door. Harry finally did bang his head but on the bed's headboard.

"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!"

The day was filled with a dreary atmosphere. Everyone was scared and wary, waiting for something to happen. After yesterday, finding Mrs. Norris's still and paralyzed body, a shadow of fear loomed over everybody. Everyone was talking about Chamber of Secrets. Everyone was wondering what exactly was the chamber of secrets.

Harry was sitting beside Jasmine in History class. Ron and Hermione sitting on the first bench in the other row beside them. Daphne and Tracey were sitting on the bench behind him. Jasmine stood out as the only Gryffindor in the Slytherin row but there was no other empty seat and she didn't mind sitting beside Harry.

Today was as boring as ever. Professor Binns opened his notes and began to read in a flat drone like an old vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone in the class was in a deep stupor, occasionally coming out long enough to copy down a name or date, then falling asleep again. He had been speaking for half an hour when something happened that had never happened before. Hermione put up her hand.

Professor Binns, glancing up in the middle of a deadly dull lecture on the International Warlock Convention of 1289, looked amazed.

"Miss - er - - ?"

"Granger, Professor. I was wondering if you could say anything about the Chamber of Secrets," said Hermione in a clear voice.

Dean Thomas, who had been sitting with his mouth hanging open, gazing out of the window, jerked out of his trance; Lavender Brown's head came up off her arms and Neville Longbottom's elbow slipped off his desk.

Professor Binns blinked.

"My subject is History of Magic," he said in his dry, wheezy voice. "I deal with facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends." He cleared his throat with a small noise like chalk snapping and continued, "In September of that year, a subcommittee of Sardinian sorcerers-"

Не stuttered to a halt. Hermione's hand was waving in the air again.

"Miss Grant?"

"Please, sir, don't legends always have a basis in fact?"

Professor Binns was looking at her in such amazement, Harry was sure no student had ever interrupted him before, alive or dead. He shared an amused smile with Jasmine.

"Well," said Professor Binns slowly, "yes, one could argue that, I suppose." He peered at Hermione as though he had never seen a student properly before. "However, the legend of which you speak is such a very sensational, even ludicrous tale-"

But the whole class was now hanging on Professor Binns's every word. He looked dimly at them all, every face turned to his. Harry could tell he was completely thrown by such an unusual show of interest.

"Oh, very well," he said slowly. "Let me see, the Chamber of Secrets…"

"You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago - the precise date is uncertain - by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. The four school Houses are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They built this castle together, far from prying Muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizards suffered much persecution."

He paused, gazed blearily around the room, and continued.

"For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. Не believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the subject between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school."

Professor Binns paused again, pursing his lips, looking like a wrinkled old tortoise.

"Reliable historical sources tell us this much," he said. "But these honest facts have been obscured by the fanciful legend of the Chamber of Secrets. The story goes that Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in the castle, of which the other founders knew nothing."

"Slytherin, according to the legend, sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that none would be able to open it until his own true heir arrived at the school. The heir alone would be able to unseal the Chamber of Secrets, unleash the horror within, and use it to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic."

There was silence as he finished telling the story, but it wasn't the usual, sleepy silence that filled Professor Binns's classes. There was unease in the air as everyone continued to watch him, hoping for more. Professor Binns looked faintly annoyed.

"The whole thing is arrant nonsense, of course," he said. "Naturally, the school has been searched for evidence of such a chamber, many times, by the most learned witches and wizards. It does not exist. A tale told to frighten the gullible."

Hermione's hand was back in the air.

"Sir, what exactly do you mean by the 'horror' within the Chamber?"

"That is believed to be some sort of monster, which the Heir of Slytherin alone can control," said Professor Binns in his dry, reedy voice. Harry coughed which oddly sounded like 'basilisk'. Only Jasmine, Daphne and Tracey were able to hear that. Jasmine gave him a questioning look which he responded by smiling at her innocently. Tracey and Daphne looked at each other and decided that they were going to question him after the class. He still hadn't told them about the destruction of the diary and memories he gained from it.

The class exchanged nervous looks.

"I tell you, the thing does not exist," said Professor Binns, shuffling his notes. "There is no Chamber and no monster."

"But, sir," said Seamus Finnigan, "if the Chamber can only be opened by Slytherin's true heir, no one else would be able to find it, would they?"

"Nonsense, O'Flaherty," said Professor Binns in an aggravated tone. "If a long succession of Hogwarts headmasters and headmistresses haven't found the thing - "

"But, Professor," piped up Parvati Patil, "you'd probably have to use Dark Magic to open it -"

"Just because a wizard doesn't use Dark Magic doesn't mean he can't, Miss Pennyfeather," snapped Professor Binns. "I repeat, if the likes of Dumbledore-"

"But maybe you've got to be related to Slytherin, SO Dumbledore couldn't-" began Dean Thomas, but Professor Binns had had enough.

"That will do," he said sharply. "It is a myth! It does not exist! There is not a shred of evidence that Slytherin ever built so much as a secret broom cupboard! I regret telling you such a foolish story! We will return, if you please, to history, to solid, believable, verifiable fact!"

And within five minutes, the class had sunk back into its usual torpor. When the class ended, Harry stood up from his seat.

"See you later Jasmine." he bid her goodbye and walked out with Daphne and Tracey on each side of him with their one hand in his. Jasmine smiled and waved at him.

"So? Are you going to tell us what you did last night, alone in the room of requirement?" Daphne asked when they were alone in the hallway.

"Sure, let's get Iris and Astoria and we will go to the room and I will tell you everything." Harry smiled, squeezing their hands gently. They both smiled back and hurried him towards the Slytherin common room where Iris and Astoria had returned from their classes, hopefully.

"What Professor Binns said was true for the most part. Slytherin did leave the school, he indeed left a secret chamber in Hogwarts. Though, It isn't a myth, it is a fact. And the monster of the chamber is a basilisk." Harry informed them. They were in the room of requirement. Daphne, Astoria and Tracey gasped as they heard the name 'basilisk' while Iris was looking confused.

"What is a basilisk?" she asked.

"A basilisk is the most dangerous magical snake. Its venom is most poisonous and it has a power to kill others with just looking at them. So, if you looked into the basilisk's eyes, you would be dead instantly. And it can grow upto 50 feet. It is a very rare snake, almost legendary." Astoria told her. Iris also looked a little scared, imagining a 50 feet tall snake roaming in the halls and students dying by just looking at it. She looked at Harry.

"Tell me you killed it Harry." she pleaded.

"No, I didn't. The snake can only be controlled by a parselmouth and there are none in the school now. I tried to see if I am parselmouth but I am not."

"So what will happen to the basilisk?" Tracey asked.

"Nothing. It will just stay in the chamber." Harry shrugged. Daphne glared at him.

"Yes, why not? Let's ignore a giant fucking basilisk who can kill wizards as if they were flies. Let's ignore that it is in Hogwarts and let's also ignore that You-know-who is also a fucking parselmouth and can set the basilisk on the students when he comes back. And that is a possibility. We saw him last year, how can we be sure that he is really gone this time?" Daphne ranted. She also didn't know when she had stood up from beside him and was standing in front of him.

"Language!" Tracey admonished her but she just ignored Tracey and went on glaring at Harry. Harry raised his eyebrow.

"My dear Daph, calm down. I have a plan." he chuckled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap.

"Harry!" she yelped as she was forced to sit on his lap. Her arms around his neck while his hands encircled around her waist.

"Harry!" Tracey groaned exasperatedly. "There are children here."

Astoria and Iris were amused but went angry when Tracey declared them children.

"And what are you? A 20 year old adult?" Astoria asked Tracey sarcastically. Iris nodded at that. Tracey smiled abashedly not knowing what to say.

"We are doing nothing inappropriate. I am just letting my tired best friend sit on my lap. What is wrong with that?" he asked innocently, tilting his head for good measure. But no one was fooled by his act.

"Harry, let me go." she glared and blushed at the same time. Harry grinned and quickly pecked on her lips. Daphne's eyes glazed for a moment but she recovered quickly and scowled at him.

"Nope! It is your punishment for doubting me and yelling at me constantly. If you want I will let you go but I won't tell all of you the plan. So decide, do you want to sit on my lap and hear the plan or not?"

"Daphne will sit on Harry's lap." Tracey ordered.

"Daphne will sit on Harry's lap." Astoria chirped in.

"Daphne will sit on Harry's lap." Iris grinned.

Daphne groaned and buried her head in his neck. "Okay." Harry smiled as he drew circles with his thumb on her lower back.

'It is not that I don't like it. In fact I love it but why in front of them. I don't want to look embarrassed.' Daphne thought shyly.

"So, as our dear Daph informed us about Voldemort's ability to control the basilisk, I made a plan to counter that. I thought about killing the basilisk but then I thought why not control it? Why not use it against Voldemort if he ever comes back? So I thought I would use my Deus to put it under my control. I don't like using my Deus often as it makes everything boring but I will make an exception here."

"Oh, that's a nice plan. So when are you going to do that?" Tracey asked.

"Tonight after everyone is asleep." Harry answered.

"Can we come with you?" Iris asked, excited. Harry frowned for a second but nodded.

"Sure, I will keep you all safe."

The girls grinned, excited to see a 50 feet tall basilisk.

"It will be fun." Daphne said.

"Sure!" Harry said. Daphne's eyes widened as her lips were suddenly mashed against Harry's lips. She gasped in the kiss as she felt him nibbling on her lower lip. A hot and tingly sensation shot through her. Her lips were on fire. It was a sensation overload. She felt his hands running on her back, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. It was as if her clothes had vanished, as if his fingers were running on her naked skin.

"Harry!" Tracey lightly hit him on his shoulder. Harry pulled back from the kiss and looked at Tracey.

"What? I am kissing my best friend. There is nothing inappropriate about that. It is totally normal." he pouted. Tracey rolled her eyes. Daphne was still in a daze. She was so disappointed when Harry stopped the kissing that she wanted to scream at Tracey for disturbing them.

"She is just jealous." Daphne said, giving her a pointed look. Tracey scowled at them and pointed her hand towards Iris and Astoria who had covered their eyes with their hands but were peeping through the fingers.

"You will become a bad influence on them. Imagine your little sisters doing that same thing with other boys next year."

Harry was totally unmoved by that argument. He was pretty sure that Iris would ignore other boys but the argument worked on Daphne. She climbed down from his lap and looked at Astoria.

"What you have seen is only done by adults. You aren't allowed to do this with any boy until you are 17 and married. Do you understand that?" Daphne said strictly. Astoria narrowed her eyes at her big sister.

"Sure." she said sarcastically.

"You are also not allowed to do this with any boy until you are… well, you are never allowed to do this with any boy." Harry said to Iris before Daphne and Astoria could start their usual squabble.

"Okay." Iris said seriously. Harry raised his eyebrows, he was trying to joke but it seems Iris had taken it seriously. Tracey gave him a disapproving look, clearly not agreeing with his sentiment. He wanted to defend himself by saying he was joking but Daphne stopped that. She looked at him, impressed.

"You have a very obedient sister. Let's exchange our sisters. You take Astoria and I will take Iris." She grinned. Harry acted as if he was considering it.

"Why not?" he shrugged.

"NO!" Iris yelled. She was hyperventilating. Her eyes were frantic. She was looking at Harry. The humourous atmosphere had suddenly changed.

"Don't leave me." she gasped, tears started falling down her cheeks. Harry's eyes widened but he hurried to her and pulled her in his arms.

"It is okay. We were just joking. Don't worry, I will never leave you. Never. It was just a joke." he murmured in her ears and ran his fingers through her hair. The other girls were dumbfounded. They didn't know what just happened. One second everyone was joking and then Iris was crying miserably. Iris looked up to his face, seeing his eyes full of concern. She nodded uncertainly. Harry smiled unsurely and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded. He tried to step back but she didn't let go of his neck. She looked at him and shook her head. Harry nodded.

"Astoria, Go sit with Daph and Tracey." he said. She nodded and left the seat. Harry sat on the unoccupied seat. Iris climbed on his lap and buried her face in his shoulder. Her arms around his neck. Harry caressed her hair with one hand while he held her with another arm around her waist. He continued murmuring assurances in her ear.

"What is happening?" Daphne asked, seeing the Potter siblings.

"I think Iris has Athazagoraphobia. The fear of being forgotten, replaced or abandoned. It might have been triggered when Daphne asked Harry to exchange her for me. It actually now makes sense, all those strange quirks of Iris." Astoria said thoughtfully. Daphne gave her an impressed look. Even she didn't know that long word. Tracey meanwhile was worried for Harry and Iris. It perfectly explained why Iris was always with Harry in her freetime. She had only one friend in her year, Astoria. And that was because Astoria was with them most of the time. She doubted Iris would make any friends in her year if she was always around Second years. Iris finally became normal and climbed off Harry's lap. She sat beside him. Her arms wrapped around his one arm and her head on his shoulder. Harry looked at them.

"We will never ever joke about this topic again." he said somberly. They all nodded. Everyone was silent for a few minutes.

"Iris? We have a class in 15 minutes. Let's go." Astoria smiled. Iris nodded and looked at Harry. He smiled and hugged her tightly and then placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I won't go anywhere. Don't worry." she nodded her head and went out with Astoria. Harry let out a long sigh when they were gone. Daphne and Tracey sat beside him and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Harry gave them a small smile and rested his head on Tracey's shoulder.

"Sometimes, I wish Iris was with me from the start. Even if it meant her being abused by the Dursleys. Maybe then my mysterious power would have been developed early to protect her. Maybe then Iris wouldn't be scared of being abandoned or maybe then she wouldn't be obsessed with me." Harry thought out loud. The two girls remained silent, knowing that Harry just wanted them to listen to him.

"Do you know, she kisses me every night on the lips," he confessed. This surprised them.

"What?" They asked, horrified. Harry nodded.

"She sleeps beside me every night. She said that it helps to stop the nightmares. When she looked at us kissing each other that day, she demanded that I also kiss her." he said softly. Tracey and Daphne didn't know how to react. What can they say? That it was disgusting and that he was a monster? They couldn't say that. Not after seeing what just happened a few minutes ago. They could very well imagine Iris demanding to kiss him so she felt as important to Harry as the older girls and him not being able to deny his sister. They remained silent.

"Let's go. We also have our class." He said and started for the door. Tracey and Daphne looked at each other and nodded. They went after him, taking his hand in theirs. This will change nothing between them, they wanted to say but the gesture was enough. Harry left the room with a happy smile on his face.

Harry and the girls were in the second floor bathroom.

"Harry? Why are we in a girls bathroom?" Daphne asked, amusement shining in her voice. "Should I be worried that you are secretly a girl?"

"Nope. Didn't you feel my manliness when you were sitting in my lap?" Harry quipped back.

"Harry!" Tracey complained.

"Don't worry Tracey, you can sit on his lap next time." Daphne said with a faux sympathy, trying not to blush at Harry's comment.

"Next time whoever makes a sexual joke is going to get their personal parts damaged." Astoria said coldly, glaring at both Harry and Daphne. Harry visibly shivered. Daphne smiled nervously.

"We are here because the entrance to the chamber is here." he informed them. They looked at him, trying to see if he was joking.

Harry rolled his eyes and pointed his finger at the cylindrical structure which was in the centre of the room. A gold mist covered the whole structure. A deep rumble later, the cylindrical structure parted, revealing a dark circular hole on the floor. A second later, a staircase materialised, going down the whole way.

"Follow me." he said and walked to the centre of the room where the hole and stairs were. The girls followed behind.

"It's so dark, I can't see anything." Iris said, peering at the man sized hole. Harry grabbed her hand, entwining his fingers with hers and started descending the stairs.

"Don't worry." Harry grinned and snapped his finger. The whole tunnel-like structure was bathed in golden light. Gold mist was everywhere.

"Wow!" Iris exclaimed in wonder. Harry chuckled and squeezed her hand. They continued walking down the stairs. It took at least half an hour to reach the bottom.

"Couldn't you just teleport us to the final point?" Iris asked.

"Of course, but there wouldn't be any fun in it." he grinned. The others looked at him as if asking, 'How in the hell is walking a fun thing?'

Harry, ignoring their looks, continued deeper in the tunnel. There were small animal bones, making a crunching noise at each step. Then there was a giant snakeskin lying at the side. Seeing that, made them wary and alert. Finally, they stood in front of a solid wall on which entwined snakes were carved. They had emeralds for their eyes. Harry's mist wrapped around the snakes and a moment later, the wall parted. Harry led his friends into the chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place. They walked to the end of the chamber where a statue stood against the back wall and rose as high as the pillars. It was ancient and monkeyish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous gray feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor.

"It is so ugly." Daphne said, looking at the statue.

"Show some respect, Daph. We are in the house named after him, the great Salazar Slytherin." Harry mocked.

"Let's quickly do your magic on the basilisk so we can go back. I don't like being here." Tracey said. Harry looked at her and nodded. He pointed his palm at the bottom of the statue. Golden mist shot from his palm and seeped through the stone. Harry closed his eyes and curled his fingers inward. A minute later there was a sound of grinding stone. Salazar Slytherin's mouth opened and a moment later a giant body fell on the floor, in front of them. They all took a step back. The basilisk's scales were poisonous green. Its giant body rose. Its golden eyes stared down at them. Harry presented his hand forward, his palm facing towards the basilisk. The others were staring at the basilisk in awe and fear. That numbed their fear. They were still alive, even after looking the basilisk in the eye. The basilisk lowered its face and touched it to Harry's palm. Harry grinned, rubbing his palm at the rough scales of the basilisk's face. The others sighed in relief at seeing that the basilisk was subservient to Harry. They knew that Harry was immensely powerful and his Deus obviously worked but there was still that primal fear which was in their foremind.

"I shall name you snakey!" Harry said in an excited voice.

"Nope. You can't do that." Daphne said, glaring at him for choosing such a childish name.

"No." Tracey and Astoria chimed in.

"Iris? Isn't Snakey a good name?" he asked. She giggled and shook her head. Harry sighed and looked at the basilisk who was looking at everybody in confusion.

"You shan't be named Snakey. Your name will be Anguis." Harry said.

"Where is your creativity Harry? Again using Latin for English. Anguis literally means snake in latin." Daphne said exasperatedly.

"I am not seeing any of you offering a cool name?" he bit back.

"How about Regina? It means queen in Latin and it does sound cool." Tracey offered.

"Yes, Regina is a great name." Iris and Astoria joined in.

"Hmm, I agree and seeing that the basilisk is female, Regina suits her."

"Everybody, meet Regina." Harry announced with a grin.