89 Never Happen

Fucking pissed.

Accidentally deleted the chapter I wrote. Had to write it all over again. That might be why this chapter seems so lifeless.

I had a good solid chapter finished but it went all away. It was pretty long too. That's why this chapter is short. Cause I want to commit death.

And I'm sick.

Fuck.

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Arth experienced what it was like to lose all sense of time.

He would eat, sleep, wake up, cook and repeat theses four consistently.

After having an initials taste of Arth's cooking, scarlet and the basilisk refused to eat anything else.

So Arth became the head chef of the chamber of secrets.

After about a week of this bland repetition, Arth decided to remake the chamber of secrets.He first created a torch that burned on a self replenishing fuel and placed them along the walls. He made sure to dim the lights so there was enough light to see around yet was still dark and gloomy.

It was a secret chamber after all.

He added a finishing touch by making the flames burn an emerald green. Since it was Slytherin's color.

Arth for the first time set his eyes on the chamber of secrets.

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.

There was a giant face at the end of the chamber. 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.

"Salazar Slytherin," Arth whispered in awe.

After he finished lighting up the whole chamber, Arth opened up a small area hidden behind the statue where he created a bed for himself.

If he was going to wait for someone to save him, might as well get comfortable.

The bed was of good quality, and Arth no longer had to tie himself onto a pillar.

Arth would often wake up on his bed intertwined with the basilisk and Scarlet in her snake form.

Another thing Arth accomplished was creating a informatory book about basilisks and learning parseltongue.

He would have mini lessons during the time he was awake and sit in front of a handmade desk and converse with scarlet.

At first it was hard to pronounce the snake like words however arth soon got the hang of it. He could now speak to the basilisk.

Apparently, the basilisk was called Bask and his favorite hobby was to sing a song that Salazar Slytherin has taught him.

It went like: Kill this time...let me rip...tear...

It wasn't a pretty. Arth got the goosebumps from listening to it.

While waiting for the people who were going to save him to arrive, Arthur had a lot of questions.

Such as how was his parents doing? How was Corvus?

Knowing his parents, they would probably attempt to tear down the entire school.

Corvus would probably cry.

Arth had a sudden thought.

What are the chances that Harry and Ron figure the puzzle out?

Low.

What if Harry and Ron do figure it out and attempt to enter the chamber of secrets by themselves?

They would be suicidal idiots.

But it probably would happen.