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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5117983/1/Harry ran a hand through his perpetually messy raven hair and sighed. Ron obviously thought that Harry had believed him, but Harry was fairly intelligent and could read people well (something picked up early on in his 'childhood') and it was as plain as day that there was a third dimension in him going to the Great Hall than what was being said.
He drummed his fingers against the surface of the table before resentfully getting to his feet and moving towards a section of wall that sported a picture of a young man, but the important part was that there was a snake coiled lazily in the painted sun. Harry stared at it for a moment before hissing, §a monkey's uncle§ which caused the painting to become transparent, after which Harry walked through it without hesitation.
What he had entered into was the 'pipe' system that the Basilisk in second year had used to traverse the halls of Hogwarts unseen. Of course, it wasn't so much pipes as it was a network of passage ways interspersed with larger passages that would allow movement for the snake. There was of course a long and drawn out story about accidentally insulting Slytherin's Grandfather's portrait that somehow ended in the coot smugly detailing just how grandiose and cunning his grandson had been by putting snakes into portraits and making it so they would respond to a parseltounge password, and that the universal override for said passwords was saying 'I kissed Godric Gryffindor' twelve times (apparently he decided that it was so far out of the realm of reality that no one would ever dare guess it, much less a parseltounge that had come from his noble line).
Even imagining that gave Harry nightmares for days.
The senile man had gone off on a tangent about how Salazar had been able to 'ghost' the halls because he had blocked off the best and most extensive shortcuts with parseltounge blocks.
Of course, one would wonder what made the Pure-blood grandfather of Salazar Slytherin himself 'drop the ball' so completely, as it were. Well, the reason was that the portrait only spoke parseltounge (even if it could understand english) and thus assumed that all Harry would hear was garbled hissing. The look on the painting's face when Harry had said §thankyou§ after it had finished detailing the 'most Brilliant accomplishments of Salazar Slytherin' was priceless, and enough to fuel several powerful Patronus charms the following weeks.
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