Disclaimer that Applies to whole damn story so don't ask again: We don't own Harry Potter. If we did Rowling would be out of a job for what she did to Harry in Book Seven.

Prologue

Bianca was not what you would call one of the normal residents of Hogwarts. In fact, most would say she had no place in it, but in truth, she had more a place in Hogwarts than nearly anyone else that walked it's grounds... or slithered in her case.

You see, Bianca was a Basilisk. Yes, THAT basilisk. Don't ask why her master chose her name, something about an assassin's guild or something. Gods only knew. For over a thousand years she had lived in the catacombs beneath the castle, left behind by her master to guard the great institution he had helped create.

And now, for the second time in less than a century, the castle was threatened by an enemy she could not destroy. Which she knew, was peculiar.

Oh how she loathed Tom Riddle, that pathetic man-child that twisted her master's legacy.

Yes, Salazar Slytherin had despised muggleborns. Who could blame him? After all, would you not be bitter if they had been the direct cause of the brutal rape of your beloved sister and indirect cause of her suicide? Or the sham of a trial his nearly dead parents had received before the newly formed muggly church of England hung them and displayed their bodies? Would you be inclined to teach those who had taken everything from you? Bianca thought not.

Yes, Salazar Slytherin did not want muggleborns to come to Hogwarts. Why? Because he did not wish to see the atrocities that had destroyed his family visited upon his beloved students.

Turning down one of the tunnels that crisscrossed the upper levels of the castle, her mind returned to how she could possibly circumvent the ancient magics that bound her to House Slytherin to get rid of the young "Heir" without accidentally killing another human like that time all those years ago. She'd felt so bad when young Myrtle opened the door to look into her eyes. She'd gone on an eating binge for the next thirty years; its aftermath still lay more than a foot thick around her lair... she really needed to clean that up, the smell from the rotting carcasses was really starting to stink up her tunnels. But back to the matter at hand... she couldn't risk using her eyes again, that was clear.

She could not bite Tom because of the magics that bound her to Slytherin house, not that she could bit him now that the pathetic wretch had possessed that poor little red head.

What to do...

What to do...

To Be Continued~