Harry Potter Breaking Free

For several moments, they all just stood at a standstill. Harry was still extremely reluctant, but over time, when Appoline refused to back down, he nodded his head and allowed her to hug him. "Okay then... I uhh... I designed this place to order my memories from newest to oldest. As we move along, the books we encounter will be younger and younger versions of me."

The ladies both nodded at Harry, then at each other, then they fanned out to look around.

Fleur, Appoline and Harry started walking through the immensely long and relatively thin rectangle that made up the Library's only room. They moved slowly because a lot of the books were grays or browns and they didn't want to miss a black.

It was Appoline that saw the first black book and she immediately called them both over. When she pointed to it, Harry walked over with quite a bit of trepidation.

Across the cover, the book said the words Chamber of Secrets.

Turning back towards Appoline and Fleur, Harry smiled reassuringly. "Hoookay ladies... This one's more like an adventure movie than anything abusive. Just keep in mind that I do survive this memory, and the only permanent injury I take from it is this scar on my right arm (Harry briefly pulled up the sleeve of his sweater to show the ladies the scar). I imagine it's a black book because of how scared I was at the time and how painful it was, but as far as bad memories go, I gave as good as I got and that helps me deal."

The two Veela women nodded and then watched as Harry picked up the book.

As Harry's consciousness was drawn into the book, he became the Harry from his memory, except that he knew he wasn't. That's the only way to describe how it felt.

Appoline and Fleur found themselves watching Harry's memory almost like they would in a pensieve, only they were much closer to it, could sense Harry's emotions and we're picking up a lot of the context involved. They instantly knew about the magical Petrifications that had happened that year, they knew that Harry was a parseltongue, they knew about the extreme isolation he experienced, even in his dorm room where his friend Ron hadn't spoken to him in several weeks. They also knew about his friend Hermione worrying about him and the research that she'd been doing. Finally they learned about the king of the serpents as the contents of Hermione's note flashed through their minds...

The information that they received had both Fleur and Appoline watching on pins and needles as Harry walked through the dark, gothic, skeleton riddled tunnel.

Harry opened the chamber's door using parseltongue, and the ladies had their first glimpse of the Chamber of Secrets.

As the memory played out, the Veela tried desperately to remember that these were just memories. It didn't matter. Even though they succeeded, they were still terrified. Tom Marvollo Riddle – I am Voldemort and then a fifty foot snake. Harry was running, hiding, a Phoenix, a hat, a sword. The Phoenix pecked out the Basilisk's lethal eyes, but was killed in the process. Then Harry was fighting the snake. He swerved, he dodged, he shoved the sword right into the beast's brain through the top of its wide open mouth. When Harry pulled his arm free of the snake's mouth, one of the Basilisk's fangs had ended up lodged deep inside of his forearm.

Both Fleur and Appoline gasped in horror as Harry stumbled away from the Basilisk and yanked the fang out of his arm.

Despite how freaked out they were about what they were currently seeing, neither Fleur nor Appoline could help but wonder how Harry was still alive. Basilisk poison is lethal without exception. The complete lethality of Basilisk poison is a well-known and well-established fact, and yet they both knew that Harry did in fact survive this encounter. The Delacour ladies closely observed the puncture wound on Harry's arm, as it steamed and smoldered like a pitch black fire in his flesh. As they watched over his shoulder, Harry managed to stumble across the room and then fall to the floor near the redheaded girl, Ginny.

Tom's spectral persona started to gloat about his impending victory, as the Basilisk poison rapidly coursed throughout Harry's body. Groaning in agony, Harry writhed on the stone as the veins underneath his skin became riddled with eerie black lines. After slowly rolling onto all fours, Harry closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and his entire body tensed up as if he were lifting an unbelievable amount of weight.

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