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Harry was confused and scared. He didn't know where he was, or what he was doing. All he knew, was that he wasn't anywhere he recognized. He kept hearing voices, too. "It's alright Harry, don't ssstruggle." Harry sat, alone, in this room of a sort. The only thing he could make up of in this room was a pair of eyes, staring at him.
"Who are you?" Harry tried to say, though it only came out as a whisper.
"It'sss me, Harry…" The voice said. "Don't you remember your own father?"
"Dad?" Harry asked. "Is that really you?"
"Yeeesss…" The voice spread out, much like a snake's hiss. "You can trusssst me Harry… Come clossseeer…"
"No!" Harry screamed. "I won't do it!"
"Sssaiya Sssay… Hessaysah Heesssaiyah…" The voice said. Harry recognized this as Parseltongue, which was strange, because Harry had always understood Parseltongue. "Sssaysseyeah Seehisah…"
"Stop it, please! Stop it!" Harry exclaimed.
"It'ssss okay, Harry…" He said. "Closssseeer…"
Harry could feel himself drifting closer to the voice, he was getting weaker, and weaker, and weaker.
"What's wrong with Harry?!" He heard a different voice say.
"I don't know, he looks worse than he did with the dementors."
"Clossseeer, Harry…" The original voice said. "That'sss right…"
Harry could see the man's face now. It almost looked like his father, (at least from what pictures he had seen of him), but there was a certain eerie look to him.
"That'ssssss a good boy," He said, with a smile creeping up his face.
"Professor Snape! There's something wrong with Harry!" He heard another, different voice say. "He's convulsing!"
"Now, ssstand up, Harry…"
"Stand back, students!" He heard Snape say. "Expergiscimini!"
Harry was suddenly in his Potions classroom, on the ground. People were staring at him. Severus Snape was looking at him with wide eyes. Harry looked over to Ron.
"You were shouting Parseltongue," Ron said, timidly.