"Parseltongue" and AN

"Writing and Thoughts"

I Do Not Own Anything But The Plot

Chapter One

Petunia Dursley stared at the newest letter for her nephew with a smirk. It was a letter addressed to her, for him. As she looked over it again, she couldn't help but shiver in glee.

Dear Mrs. Dursley,
We proudly state that our school
has detected strong magic from
your nephew. Enough to place
him among our students at
Night School on Skye Island(Rather Skye Isle for you muggles)
This school, though isn't for the
weak hearted. Magic's best
creatures and a muggles worst
nightmare all attend our school.
Should you accept his place,
please sign the line below.
Sincerely,
Master Jamison Gray
Deputy Headmaster

Petunia Dursley

The day after, she had signed, the Hogwarts letters stopped coming. She took her nephew to the entrance of Diagon Alley with his supply list and left him. Harry watched her leave in confusion, tears welling up as he looked at the list and the note on the back.

Dear Mr. Potter,
your aunt has accepted to send
you to the magic school, Night
School on the Island of Skye. On
the other side of this parchment
is a list of supplies. First, go to
Gringotts Bank and do a Blood
Heritage test. That should unlock
your vaults. After that, tell them
you wish to see your parents' Wills.
The mistress of this school, Mistress
Hellena Skye, would like a copy. This
parchment is your entrance, do not
lose it.
Sincerely,
Master Jamison Gray,
Deputy Headmaster

Harry had the owner of the bar open the alley for him and point out the bank. The minute he stated what he was there for, he was lead to a room. The door outside had read 'Magical Testing: Who are you?' to see who his family was. The goblin barely pricked his finer and squeezed out three drops of blood onto the parchment. The creature was kkind enough to answer his questions.

'Where am I, sir?' Diagon Alley, London England.

'Why are you taking my blood?' To see what vaults are his.

'Not to offend, but what are you?' A goblin, keeper of the bank.

'If I have money, why don't I have the keys?' They would find out.

'Does this mean magic is real?' Yes, it did.

'Were my parent's magical?' Yes, they had been.

'What happened to them?' They were murdered.

'By who?' The dark Lord, Voldemort.

'Why did he kill them?' No one knew.

Finally the test finished. The goblin frowned, calling in an older one. The two discussed over the list before turning to Harry, who stiffened. What if he didn't have money?

"Lord Potter, did you wish to see your parent's wills?" Harry nodded.

"The person who runs my school, Mistress Skye, she wants copies of them." The goblins nodded, leaving to get said wills.

His parents both left everything to him but a few galleons.

He wasn't supposed to go to Petunia Dursley.

Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper, set by Albus Dumbledore.

"What's a secret keeper?"

"It is part of the Fidelius Charm. The charm is used to hide a place or object from people who haven't been told where they are. Your godfather, Sirius Black, was your parents' secret keeper."

"No he wasn't. It says right here, it was Peter Pettigrew."

A few hours later, a grinning man was spinning the young wizard around in joy. He sat Harry down to look him over. Asking a spew of questions as he did so. He was not happy about either.

Harry was tiny for his age. About four seven, and no fatty tissue on him at all. His black hair was ratty and dull as graphite. His bright beryl eyes were hidden from view by a pair of thick, broke, black round framed glasses. He was practically hidden within faded, old baggy clothes.

He found out Harry had no idea about magic. That his aunt had agreed to send him to Skye's Night School. He had been forced into a cupboard under the stairs for his bedroom, when there was a guest room and Dudley had two. He was barely fed, and was expected to do all the chores. IF he didn't, he wasn't fed. If he broke or ruined something, he was locked up without food. If his magic acted out in accord to his emotions, he got a lashing.

"Oh Prongslet..." The man hugged him tightly. "You won't be going back there. Right now, we have serious training to do. Lets go get you a custom made wand at Key's Custom made."

"Training?"

"Night school is very dangerous. There are many creatures of our world that go there. No doubt your aunt was praying you would die when she accepted your place. I will need to teach you warding for your room, shield charms, hexes, and some hand to hand combat."

"Hand to hand?"

"Vampires and werewolves don't always use magic. I think I should also teach you occlumency. It's a surefire way to protect your mind from mind readers."

"Are daemons like the ones in the bible?"

"No. THey are beautiful creatures who lure you away to kill you. There are succubi, incubi, the hunters, the lurers, and the high daemons who have every little thing at a drop of a hat. The easiest way to spot a daemon is when they are hunting. Markings appear on their bodies that mark what they are, and what clan they belong to."

"Okay"

"Let me see your list." Harry handed Sirius his school list. "Okay, so you have weapons class, hand to hand, transfiguration, potions, astronomy, charms, defense against the arts, summoning 101, flying, and a choice of taking elegy."

"As in fancy writing with a fountain pen?"

"It's normally a class to teach muggle borns, or students who are in dire need, to use a quill."

"Um, can I stick to a fountain pen? It works like a quill and I know how to hold one." Sirius shrugged.

"Come on, Keys is this way." The shop was right next to an entrance that read Knockturne Alley. "Hailey?"

"If it isn't the notorious Sirius Black." A woman stepped out wand raised. "Give me one good reason not to call the aurors."

"Wait! Miss, he's innocent! Pettigrew did everything! The Daily Prophet is printing a story out right now." Harry pleaded, eyes watering. "Don't take my godfather away from me. I just got him back!"

"This is Harry Potter? Why is he here Black?" The woman asked in surprise.

"Dumbledore sent him to Petunia's, Hailey. He won't be going back. She accepted his place at Night School when he has no training. I need a non-traceable wand, a hostler, and maybe a staff or daggers."

"Daggers fit him better." She lead them to a room in the back. "This is for the wand. I want you to gab everything that makes your body feel really warm."

"Yes ma'am." He let his hand trail over each shelf, occasionally grabbing something.

"Lets see...ebony wood, dementor's blood, diamond dust, and a threstle's hair. Death has spoken for you, hasn't he?"

"Miss?"

"It's nothing. The wand will be made shortly. Onto the daggers." The next room over, Harry was told to do the same thing as before. "Silver for the blade, diamond flaking, emeralds, and ebony."

"All of that?" Harry asked, high strung.

"Into twin blades with ebony handles." She smiled, "go get a new wardrobe, and other supplies. I should be done by then."

"Okay, thank you, Miss Hailey."

"Thank you, Hailey."

"You take care of Lily's boy, Sirius Black." Sirius nodded, and lead Harry to Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions.

"Sirius Black!" A witch cried in horror.

"Oh not again! I am a free man! What is taking that paper so long? It was to be printed an hour ago!" Sirius fumed, pushing Harry up to a podium. A blond boy lifted an eye brow. "You're Cissy's boy, right? Make sure she goes all out. I'm going to have a word with our dear Minister!" And the man disappeared with a loud crack.

"Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy." He held out his hand, and Harry tentatively shook it.

"Harry Potter." The room froze, "what? What did I do?" He could feel the panic start and his breathing quicken.

"Nothing. We just expected you in fancy muggle clothing." Harry gave the blond a confused look.

"Why? Until today I was just the local freak." Madam Malkin placed a privacy ward around her and the boys.

"You, a freak? You're probably the best wizard of our generation! Are you coming to Hogwarts? Father wanted me to go to Dumstrang."

"No. My aunt replied to Night School." Draco gaped soundlessly along with Madam Malkin. "I know. Sirius is going to catch me up on what I need to know. She was hoping I wouldn't return. My family hates me."

"I'm sorry." Draco said, sad that his newest acquaintance wouldn't be at Hogwarts with him. "Can you write to me? I can help with anything magic you need to know." Harry smiled in thanks. "So since your family was muggle, that means you don't know about Quidditch, right?"

An hour later, the two left. Draco's mother was talking to Sirius. Her name was Narcissa Malfoy. They entered the Apothecary for the potions classes. The man automatically handed out the normal kit for Hogwarts students. Harry stared at the pathetic leaves.

"Excuse me, I'm going to Night School. I have to have the master's kit." The man sneered.

"Right kid, I'll believe that when muggles reach the moon." Harry frowned up at him.

"They already have, sir, and here is my list, right here." The man sneered as he read over the parchment before paling. His eyes were locked on the seal.

It was a rose laying over the side of a crown with an 'N' in the space above.

"They seriously made it to the moon? How? Not even us wizards have."

"It's called a rocket. Like the airplanes. You people rely on magic too much. Use your brains. When your natural abilities fail, you use electricity. I mean, it's natural, like in lightning and it's what zaps people after dragging your feet on carpet with only socks on."

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter, I need a word with this man. Why don't you and Draco go look at the Quidditch shop?"

"I do need a broom, and protective gear."

"Seriously? But you're a first year! That's not fair." Draco whined as they left the adult to argue.

"It's required that we bring our own brooms so the school can use the money to replace the Defense against the Art's and Potions class rooms. I think. Don't things normally go boom in there." Draco shrugged, "which broom should I get?" Harry asked as they entered.

"Cleansweeps have the best control, but lack speed. Nimbus brooms have the opposite. It also depends on the rider. Have you ever flown?"

"No. Muggle family, remember?"

"Right. Hey mister, I want to test out your newest cleansweep and nimbus."

"Yes sir, Mr. Malfoy." The man lead them to a back room where Draco handed Harry the cleansweep, and kept the nimbus to show the boy how it was done. In no time they were playing a game of tag in the air.

"Okay, you need to tell cousin Sirius to get you a nimbus! You're a natural born flyer!" Harry blushed as his new found friend continued to praise him. The shop owner winked as Harry was fitted for arm and leg guards, boots, and broom gloves.

"No need, Little Malfoy! I saw you guys flying!" Sirius grinned, "add the nimbus. It's too bad Night School doesn't have Quidditch."

"They don't?" Draco was horrified at the thought.

"They have an assault course to train how to fight and fly." Narcissa explained. "Young Mr. Potter is going to a high class training school, darling. It is to be expected. Sirius and Harry must get his wand now, and the same goes for you. You will see each other on Mr. Potter's birthday. Now come."

"Yes mother. Bye Harry, cousin Sirius."

"By Draco, Mrs Malfoy."

"Good-bye, Cissy, Little Malfoy."

"Sirius, Mr. Potter, you must write soon." The Malfoy parted from the pair, both parties going different ways.

"We have one last stop. Do you want a pet?" Harry's eyes widened as he nodded excitably. "Does your list say any restrictions?"

"We're allowed any familiar we want, max number is three. I don't think I'll need more than that anyways."

"An owl, you need an owl to write to Draco." Harry reddened as they entered the pet shop. A snowy owl landed on his shoulder. "That's one down." Harry grinned, spotting the cats. "Oh no."

"Please, Sirius? I love cats!" The man gave up with a sigh and Harry squealed as he rushed to the animals. Almost all of them tripped over each other to get to him. Except for one in the back, who watched with sad eyes.

"I wouldn't-" The shop assistant said as he reached out to pick him up. The black cat had white mittens, a white tipped tail, a white muzzle, and one white ear. He had the same color of eyes as harry, and a patch of fur on his side that reminded him of his scar.

"And why not?" Harry snapped, picking the small creature up. It started to purr, and Harry realized it had black wings and it's tail was crooked. He purred louder as Harry scratched his ear. "I'll name you Thor."

"He's a deformity of the winged Maus! He has white paws and-"

"And I am Harry Potter! He's just special, so back off lady!"

"Lady!" The man screeched, making Harry smirk.

"Style your hair better and maybe I won't think you are. Sirius, do they have snakes?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because I can understand them! I want a snake too." The men gaped as the preteen located the reptiles.

"You're a parselmouth, Harry?" The boy shrugged, hissing a hello at the tanks. A white cobra sat up.

"Hello, Beautiful. Come home with me?"

"It would be an honor, ssspeaker. My people call me Asssper."

"Asssper, my name isss Harry."

"Massster hasss a sssilly name" The snake hissed as HArry took him out. I am honored you have chosssen me over the othersss massster."

"Call me Harry, pleassse."

"Of courssse, Massster Harry." Harry sighed as he turned to Sirius with a grin. The man was pale as his godson wrapped the snake around his neck.

"Onto my wand, right?" The man snapped out of his trance and paid for Harry's familiars and their items.

"Tell Hedwig where to go." The man said once Harry came up with the snowy owl's name. Harry told her to go to the Marauder's Cove in the forest of Dean near the Black Lake.

They entered the wand/weapons shop as Hailey came out with a grin. She handed Harry his wand first, who shivered in delight. He placed it in his green dragon hide holster. Next were the daggers that he naturally spun around with a happy grin before placing them in their sheaths on each of his thighs. The three things disappeared as the hiding charms kicked in.

"I want you to take real good care of those items, Mr. Potter. Do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am. Thank you for making them for me."

"It was my pleasure, dear. Now both of you go eat. You both need a good meal in you. Go! Shoo!" With a laugh, Sirius lead Harry to the Leaky Cauldron, where they had a good meal as told. By the time they got to Marauder's Cove, Harry was asleep on his feet.


The next week was spent getting to know each other, training, shopping, and eating as much as possible. Harry felt happy, and was having fun learning about magic, and about his parents. He didn't even realize it wa s his birthday until he entered the kitchen that night for dinner.

"Surprise!" Harry gasped in shock at the streamers that had banged from Draco and Sirius's hands. Narcissa was sitting with a smile next to a man that could only be Draco's father. Standing near the sink was a sourly looking man with a sneer on his face. The table had all of his favorite foods, a huge cake that read 'Happy 11th Birthday, Harry!' in green lettering, and a huge pile of gifts at the end.

"This is all for me? But why? It's just another day."

"Harry, it's your birthday! You're another year older! It's not just another day!" Draco said, glaring.

"He's right pup! Forget what those Dursleys told you! Now, that is Lucy and that is Sni- I mean Severus Snape."

"Your name isn't really Lucy, is it?" Harry asked softly with a smile.

"No it isn't. My name is Lucius Malfoy. You may call me Lucius.

"Yes sir." Soon, Draco and Harry were speaking in rapid fire as the adults talked. It was soon time fore presents. Harry hesitantly opened the first one from Severus.

It was an album full of the man and Lilly, a few of her wedding, and some from Harry's childhood. However, Harry was stuck on his' mother's tired yet smiling face on the day she had him. "She was beautiful." He choked out, wiping his eyes. "Thank you, sir. I had no idea what she had looked like." The man's face saddened.

"It was my pleasure, Harry. And call me Sev. You used to when you were younger." Harry nodded, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his glasses clean and blow his nose. Once he had calmed down, he opened his gift from Draco.

It was a stuffed dragon holding a brown leather bound book. The inside was empty.

"I have the matching one. It took forever to find. They're brother books. I write in mine, and it will appear in yours once dried, and vice versa." Harry hugged his friend with a grin.

"Thank you Draco." Narcissa and Lucius gift was next. It was a minx lined winter cloak with the Potter crest on the broach that held it closed. On his right shoulder, opposite to his family crest was his school's symbol. "Thank you, Narcissa, Lucius. I think it's the one thing I forgot to get."

"You're welcome dear." Harry picked up the fourth to last. It was a story book called the Tale of Beedle the Bard from Narcissa. Next came a no name but safe to open gift. It turned out to be his father's invisibility cloak. Sirius was mad at seeing it, but said nothing. The next was a pocket watch from Sirius that didn't just show the time, but showed where he, Sirius, Draco, Narcissa, Lucius, and Severus were at. It showed 'At Home, Danger, Work, Visiting, and Mortal Peril.' Finally another album filled of just his parents and their friends.

"Thank you." Harry was in tears again. He grabbed a picture out that had everyone at his parents Wedding and summoned a photo from so he could look at it any time he wanted. The rest of the night he played games and had fun with everyone there.