Harry Potter Absorbs Basilisk Venom Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Bolton updated me as a woman carried on about her kind, Basilisk, needing more herbs planted. She reminded me of the Dragon I met, both reptilian and both with an air of evil that swirled around them. This plant she asked of helped her kind rejuvenate a poison they naturally produced in their spit glands. "You don't want to look them in the eye too long." Bolton began speaking in my head again. "They have a second eyelid that can hypnotize you, usually to immobilize you and kill you with their venom." "This place keeps getting creepier and creepier. I guess I should be thankful all you vile creatures are on our side."

The scalding water of the shower fell over my skin like a perverse purification. I closed my eyes, letting the steam envelop me while my hands slid across my body, tracing the paths that his had taken in the library. Each touch was an evocation, each shiver an invocation. “Dorian…” I whispered to the curtain of steam, as if the very name were a spell. On the shower bench, the voodoo doll rested on a white towel, its black bead eyes staring at me with silent accusation. Water splashed onto its cloth body, staining it a darker red where blood had already seeped into the fabric.

It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars. "What is that?" "Ground wolf bone. Moonflower petals. And a drop of my own blood." He extended his hand towards me. "Breathe it in. But be cautious. The vision it imparts will reveal your true self. And truth is not always easily perceived." Hesitantly, I leaned forward and inhaled. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color.

she asked, looking at me incredulously, not believing a single word I just said. "Believe it or not, but that's what happened," I said, looking out of the window to see the castle up ahead. I had just noticed it when a worried Valoric had brought a servant boy, hoping I could feed well, but I couldn't—it felt sickening and poisonous. I immediately knew it had something to do with Maeve because she had grazed her finger when I picked her up, but her blood still smelled as good as ever. I fed her some of mine to seal her wound completely.

"Hilda said that a boy came to the chamber and woke her up. His smell was similar to Salazar's and was a speaker too, but his magic was all wrong. She said that she would not obey him and she went back to sleep. Next time he appeared in the chamber, he brought an offering to her, big white prey with black spots. He said it was a sorry gift and she accepted. But after she ate the big prey, the pain came. She tried to regurgitate it, but the boy spelled something to keep her mouth shut. The pain was very strong. It was like her head was being torn open. Then, the boy said something and the pain stopped, but she could not resist to obey him anymore. He then made her attack the students, but she

The basilisk emerged, hot on my trail, just as I reached the top. Easily tall enough to reach me atop the wall, it lunged. A tingle of awareness coasted up my spine. My instincts screamed, and I spun, lashing out with the sword. I met the basilisk’s ruby eyes, but it was too late. My sword cleaved through the left one. Milky white blood reeking of rotting flesh splattered across my face. I gagged as the basilisk reared back, hissing in outrage. Draco’s voice, or maybe it was Orion’s, reached my ears seconds too late. “BLAKELY, WATCH OUT—”

A grunt of frustration slipped from my lips, accompanied by a tightening sensation in my leg that swiftly transformed into tingling. "What are you doing to me?" I growled, my scowl aimed at the creature, though it remained unaffected and relentless in its assault on my senses. My futile attempts to move persisted, and just as I began to accept my impending role as the creature's meal, a voice sounded from behind. "You mustn't meet its gaze," Winter's voice reached my ears. Struggling to turn my head to see her, my attempts were thwarted, like the rest of my body. "That's a basilisk," she explained, her tone grave. "Direct eye contact can lead to death."

“You haven’t said anything. Do you resent me?” “....I…don’t know. It scared me to see you like that. Everytime I look at you, it feels like you would just disappear. It’s worrisome.” “I understand your hesitation. While I can't promise you that nothing like this won't happen again, I can tell you I'm not as fragile as you think. It took a few months for the basilisk's poison to break my body down at least. How long does even the smallest bit of Basilisk's poison kill someone?”

asked Harry as he transformed into a human and put on pants while I dressed properly. tree and made me look at him worriedly as I smelled blood mixed with wolfsbane poison. “You’re hurt” I remarked quickly before sitting next to him and examining his injured abdomen and shoulder. Harry quickly handed over the bottle and made me stare at him in shock. “Melissa’s potion” He explained shortly and Titus without question took a swig before grimacing at the bitter taste. It wasn’t long before Titus was coughing and throwing up so badly that I and Harry, who gave him the bottle, were

Same with Dominic. I summon my blades. I got to finish this. Arlo's life depends on it. I leap towards the Basilisk and let out an angry cry giving him a heavy swing of my blades in the center of his long body, cutting him. His head and body are separated. You can see the inside of the Basilisk as its blood gushed out like slime. It had an awful stench of a corpse. I hear Clayton gagging. "Oh god, that looks disgusting, and the smell..." he gags again, then covers his mouth and nose. "Can we leave?"