The Period Ends

The answer to whether Crabbe actually had a younger sister remained unknown.

Harry's first period since her rebirth had left her exhausted in body and mind. For the first time, she learned what it meant to be unable to sit or stand at ease. Every day, whether she was in class or doing anything else, she kept wondering if she had gotten blood on her pants again, and she went to the bathroom several times a day.

Only when her period ended did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The sheer disastrousness of a girl's damned period really could rival any of Voldemort's raids in his early days.

That wasn't even the most unbearable part.

What Harry found impossible to speak of was how, one night, a certain Basilisk had followed the scent of blood all the way to her dormitory.

She had been fast asleep when she suddenly felt something tightening around her body, jolting her awake.

When Harry first woke up, she didn't realize what it was. It took her quite a while to figure it out.

"Tom Riddle!" Harry snarled furiously. Her body was pinned, and she couldn't move except to wriggle on the bed.

"What are you doing here!"

The Basilisk's golden slit pupils gleamed in the darkness, and his tongue flicked out with a hiss. "I smelled blood."

Harry's whole body went rigid. There was nowhere else the smell of blood Voldemort was talking about could have come from.

Before she could react, the snake's body abruptly tightened, his cold scales sliding against her. His head slipped under the covers.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath and struggled desperately, but the Basilisk was astonishingly strong, and her wrists were tightly bound.

"Let go of me, you pervert!" she roared in a low voice, her cheeks burning red.

In his previous life, the most intimate contact he had ever had with a woman was kissing.

"Do you fucking know what shame is!" Her voice trembled as she kicked her legs desperately. At last, under cover of the blanket, she wrenched herself free, grabbed her pillow, and hurled it at the snake's head.

Voldemort gave a regretful, hissing chuckle, an amused gleam in his serpentine eyes. "I thought you being injured would be the greatest pleasure for me. I didn't expect something even more interesting to happen."

"Potter, as a boy, how does it feel to experience a woman's period for the first time?"

Harry trembled all over with anger, but the cramps in her lower abdomen left her without even the strength to stand. She could only clutch the blanket tightly and glare at the damned snake.

"Get out!" she growled.

The Basilisk slowly retreated, his form gradually turning transparent in the moonlight, but his voice still lingered in Harry's ears. "Don't worry... we have plenty of time, little lioness."

As the last trace of the snake vanished into the darkness, Harry finally slumped, cold sweat pouring off her.

Harry pinned the events of that night to the pillar of shame. He simply couldn't accept that Voldemort had called him a little lioness. Just thinking that those words referred to him made Harry feel as though his hair would stand on end.

He even felt physically nauseated.

At the very least, she wouldn't want to see Voldemort anytime soon.

But things often didn't go the way one wanted.

A few days later, after Harry was awakened by the burning pain in the scar on her forehead, her aversion to Voldemort finally reached its peak.

Damn it, did he have to stir up trouble in the middle of the night? That fucking boiled egg spent every day soaking in formaldehyde and came out at night to play ghost, didn't he!

Hermione was still awake this time, studying tomorrow's lessons in advance. Seeing that something was wrong with Harry, she got out of bed.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"It's Voldemort..." Harry said. She had been about to say that Voldemort wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but then she suddenly remembered that in this life, they hadn't been to the forbidden area yet, let alone seen Fluffy, the creature Hagrid kept.

"I saw him go to a place in Hogwarts."

"He must be trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone! We have to stop him!" Hermione jumped up. As she changed into her clothes, she urged Harry to get up, and at the last moment remembered to go get Ron as well.

Following her memories from her previous life, Harry led Ron and Hermione to the place where the Philosopher's Stone was kept. They had one scare after another along the way, but fortunately came through unharmed. After they passed the chess challenge, Ron finally collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Knowing full well what they would encounter next, Harry asked Hermione to stay and take care of Ron. Hermione and Ron both objected at first, but in the end they couldn't sway Harry and agreed.

"You have to stop Voldemort, Harry!" Hermione encouraged her.

Harry smiled, but after she pushed open the last door and walked in, her smile froze at the sight inside, and she turned and ran back out.