John didn't wince when they faintly heard Gilderoy's impact with a yelp.
There was a bottom after all.
"You still got a pulse on you, then?"
He nodded at the echoed 'yes'.
"Alright,"
John looked to the other two.
"Who's next?"
What the hell was he talking about?-they shouldn't be going down there! Or anywhere near the Basilisk!-
-without another word, Harry leapt down the rabbit hole.
Oh god dammit!
Ron looked at him nervously before hesitantly following suit, leaving the dirty blond alone with his thoughts and regrets.
He palmed his face with an annoyed sigh, mentally chastising himself to his Earth and back.
Now they had no choice.
"Myrtle!"
Her head appeared from her stall.
"Yes?"
"I need you to keep an eye out alright? If the Basilisk comes back out from here the school needs to be warned-can you do that?!"
"You're..."
She titled her head.
"Trusting me?"
"Yes, Myrtle. I am."
She look overjoyed.
"While I can't promise too much, tell Harry that if you both die-you're both welcome to share the bathroom with me!"
He rose a brow.
"Thanks."
He took a deep breath-a stepped off.
He slid out the makeshift slide and sprawled out along the dirty floor.
"-it is absolutely filthy down here!"
"John! There you are!"
The mage winced as small bones bit into his skin.
The place was covered in small skeletons.
"Remember,"
Harry addressed their makeshift party.
"If you see any signs of movement, cover your eyes."
They nodded, and followed Harry's lead in climbing over a sewer cavity and began their trek onwards.
For a few minutes they walked in silence, basking in the dark and moist atmosphere.
Soon enough they came across something.
"What is this?"
Lockhart wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"It's a snake skin."
Harry observed, stepping along the mass' length.
"It's huge!"
Ron marveled.
"It must be around 60ft long or more!"
Lockhart fainted.
Well...this wasn't good.
Like...at all.
One of them down for the count and they had to fight this thing?
Great.
John Constantine:
Magic user, Occultist, Dabbler in the Dark Arts-and now he could add 'Monster Hunter' to his ever growing resume.
And whenever he decides to fix his calling card he supposed-
"Heart of a lion, this one..."
Ron commented, but not a moment later Lockhart reached up and snatched the wand Ron had place at his side.
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John Constantine and The Overgrown Serpent
Fanfiction(I do NOT own John Constantine nor Harry Potter. I do NOT own most images or characters. I DO own the plot and the occasional hand drawn art) He was still here... Time flew and he was "12" now... With his new life, he didn't have anytime to himself...
