Warnings: OOC and OC's. LOTS of OC's
"Parseltongue"
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
Revised: July, 2008
Chapter 1
I ran down the darkened hallway, clutching my holly wand in my hand as screams and explosions echoed through the broken windows. I had to get down there! I made a sharp right to take the shortcut down to the battlefield when the world suddenly erupted in a green light before my eyes, everything fading to black.
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I awoke with an odd feeling of nothing throughout my limbs. Keeping my eyes closed, I stretched my magic to feel for any signs of life. Finding none nearby, I remained on high alert in case my attacker was still lurking. I opened my eyes and took a quick survey of my body. Limbs attached? Check. Still breathing? Check. Heart still beating?
I frowned. Why couldn't I hear it? I put two fingers to my jugular, yet there was still no pulse!
I held my hand out in front of my face. Staring at my it, I could find nothing out of place, pale and calloused from using my wand. Focusing on my hearing again I found the same disturbing thing... nothing.
I frowned 'I must be going crazy, usually I hear my pulse at the very least!'
I stood and dusted off my black trousers, looking around at the familiar walls with moving pictures and tapestries on the gray stone walls.
Why am I on the floor? Why am I not on the battlefield? Maybe I passed out. But then I would be in the hospital wing. Something strange was going on.
I stood and started down the hall in a fashion not unlike my old potions master. Rather ironic that I walked like he did.
A disgruntled hiss made me look down, my friend, a snake named Sadron, was wrapped around my upper arm.
"Why must you insist on moving and not sleeping like every other thing on this earth?" the sleepy snake hissed, giving a human-like yawn, showing off his long fangs. He was the only of his kind left in existence, and have been thought to be long extinct their name has been forgotten. His scales where a dark green with black diamond's running down his spine, each outlined in a shiny silver.
I named him Sadron, Elvish for loyalty; because he had saved me from what could have been a fatal attack by a vampire while I was strolling in the Forbidden Forest a few years back. Sadron had bitten the vampire's leg before it could leap on my back. His poison had immediately killed the leg and was running through the vampires system, slowly killing it. Enraged, the vampire struck out with its long claws and raked the side of Sadron's face, blinding him on his right side. I stunned the vampire and rushed to save this snake that had most likely saved my life. Sadron was in so much pain that he bit my hand when I tried to restrain him. It was an incredible searing pain and as I looked the two puncture wounds began to glow. Being young for his kind, Sadron hadn't realized that when he saved my life and I owed him a life debt to him that our magic would bind us together by his bite as familiars in compensation. At first it was hard, but now he's one of the very few true friends I have.
"Ah, you join the conscious world Sadron. Mind reminding me how I ended up passed out in a corridor during a battle?" I turned a corner and through a door to my right that led into the stairway I could have sworn I had just taken.
Sadron looked at me, head tilted slightly to the side "What do you mean? I do not recall us going into that corridor."
I quickly glided down the stairs and up to the giant doors of the castle.
"Well, try to explain how I woke up in it anyways." I reached out to grab the handle, but my hand went through it.
Our eyes widened and I reached out to grasp the handle, but again, it just went through. I looked at my hand and then slowly rested it on the door, and gave a gentle push.
My hand disappeared through the door up to my forearms.
I slowly brought it back up to my face; Sadron flicked out his tongue.
"It-Its not there! It doesn't exist! Harry! Your hand isn't there, its as if its air. I-" Sadron stopped as he looked down in shocked silence.
"What?" What is going on?
"...look." Sadron said in a shocked tone, still looking at my feet.
I looked down quickly, worried that something was missing and I hadn't noticed, to find my feet where still there. I was about to make a remark about Sadron's mental health when I realized that I may have feet, but they weren't touching the ground!.
I stumbled back and looked at both my hands frantically. "What's happened to me?" I whispered.
Getting an idea, I turned to the door and walked up to it, I closed my eyes and walked forward…right through the 5 inches of wood and steel door.
I looked around the grounds to find that there was no sign of the fight there the night before. The sun was just peaking over the edges of the mountains and the snow was undisturbed other than random footprints. No scorch marks or deep holes as there should have been.
I turned on my heel and ran back through the door and stood in the entranceway panting heavily in fear.
'What did that spell do to me?' I raced up the stairs, desperate to find someone to explain this to me. I ran down the hallways coming to a stop outside a portrait of a fiery phoenix in a cherry blossom tree.
"Prongs" I stated.
The phoenix trilled angrily and refused to open its secret passageway.
I furrowed my brows 'I didn't change the password. Why isn't Fawkes letting me in?'
"Prongs" I said more clearly but the phoenix just ruffled its feathers in irritation.
I walked through the portrait and into my personal room, except it wasn't the way I left it.
The walls that used to be a dark green were now a royal blue. The black marble floors were replaced with a crème squishy carpet and his Victorian age furniture had been replaced with homey, more modern chairs and tables.
I glared icily at the room and Sadron hissed angrily. Who did this to my personal space?
I listened closely and heard soft snoring coming from the place where my bedroom was.
I clenched my fists and glided over to the door. Who dares sleep in my quarters? Change my rooms and change the password so I cannot enter?
I passed through the door and turned my Avada Kadavra green eyes, burning with anger, onto the lump of blankets on what used to be my bed. And as much as I wanted to throttle this person all the way to the moon, I knew I couldn't touch them.
The sun came in through the window and slowly lit up the room.
"This human is ignorant, to think he can just come in here!" Sadron hissed angrily
"Yes, and they will know the consequences soon enough." I continue to glare at the person as they stir.
A groan came from the figure under the blankets and a muttered "I hate Mondays…"
'Monday?' I frowned. I will get answers, and I will get them soon.
I opened my mouth to question the lad when a head of red hair popped out from the comforter with a sigh.
My eyes widened and my mouth started to gape like a fish.
'Ron?'
That can't be Ron! The hairs darker! This person is younger and Ron was fatally injured in the battle!
A voice sounded from the hallway behind the portrait "Dad! It's time to wake up! You'll be late for class!"
"Coming Jen!" the red haired man called back to the person on the other side, stumbling out of bed and pulling out his clothes for the day.
I stared at this man, transfixed by how alike he looked like Ron. Could I be in another dimension?
"DAD!"
"I'm coming Jenna!" the man called irritably, walking over to the portrait and walking out.
I stood in the shadows and watched as the man met with a small girl with bushy, flaming red hair. After greeting each other they walked towards the Great Hall, intending to have breakfast.
I passed through the floor and through the roof of the Great Hall and floated there, watching with a glare as children bustled about, happy as smiley faced mushrooms.
Why were they not afraid? Why aren't there aurors in every room? This is not right.
I looked at the head table and saw an old lady with a stern bun and glasses on the tip of her nose, but a friendly smile on her face sitting where the headmaster would have sat.
I frowned and put my fist on my lips in thought as I observed this scene.
Sadron wound his way up my arm and around my neck, his favourite place to sit when I'm working, and glared at the group with me.
"This place, it is different from the Hogwarts we knew Harry. Everything is different, even the smells. I haven't seen a student yet that I could recognize."
Sadron often helped me remember names when my memory failed me. I agreed with him, nothing is the same.
I watched as two children turned each other's hair different colours when I thought 'Can I still do magic?'
I brought my hands in front of me and concentrated on a simple spell I knew and loved to use. A small blue flame appeared in my hand and I smiled and brought the other hand over the first and closed it, extinguishing the flame.
Sadron gave me a look "And the point of that would be?"
"To see if I could still do magic, imbecile." I retorted, crossing my arms.
"I wouldn't have doubted your ability Harry. And only imbeciles see the world from a realistic point of view." he added with a grin.
I raised an eyebrow and rolled my eyes "You and your nonsense quotes"
Sadron gave a toothy smile then turned his attention back to the houses as a flock of owls came in and delivered their parcels to their owners. My eyes focused on a snowy white owl, my snowy white owl.
'Hedwig' my eyes widened.
She flew past and landed in front of the man with red hair that they had seen earlier. I scowled and glared at the man, the temperature in the room dropping a few degrees as I floated there.
Sadron shivered and huddled closer to my neck "Calm down Harry, Its cold enough in here as it is!"
I ignored him and watched as the man petted Hedwig and took a small letter from her leg.
Hedwig gave a soft hoot then flew out of the room, my eyes trained on the man as he opened the letter.
A small smiled graced the man's lips and he folded the letter and put it in his robes before continuing with his breakfast. I clenched my fist and scanned the rest of the hall.
A mop of black hair caught my eye.
There was a boy with black messy hair with dark red tones through it. He had a fair complexion and green eyes, not as dark as mine though. He laughed happily as the girl beside him said something funny, smiling as he chewed on his scrambled eggs. The girl who was seated beside him was the girl, 'Jenna' I remembered, who had been outside my rooms this morning. On the other side of him was a boy with familiar blonde hair. Icy blue eyes showed from beneath his trim.
The woman at the front stood and I turned my attentions to her.
"Hello everyone! I would just like to remind you that the Winter Family Reunion is coming up the day after the next. So remember to put on your best outfits and smiles for when your parents arrive. You have all your classes postponed for that day so you can mingle with your parents. And don't forget," she smiled "Make our school look good"
All the houses cheered and continued eating
They never had a 'Winter Family Reunion' when I was in school. Well, I guess I should be thankful, Draco wouldn't have had another thing to rub in my face. He was a real ass when we were younger.
As everyone started to leave I saw the group of kids I was watching earlier be confronted by another group of people.
I floated down, careful not to make too much noise. I hovered behind them and a boy with dark skin and black eyes confronted the three with two Crabbe and Goyle look alikes behind him.
"Hey Weasley, are your parents coming?" questioned the boy.
'This boy is like Draco. Best to just leave.' I said in my head, urging the three to leave.
The boy with messy hair glared "Bug off Zambini"
I looked at the other boy closely, ah; that is where I have seen those eyes before!
"Oh yeah, you only have your pathetic excuse for a mother coming, aren't you?" sneered the boy.
My anger swelled. At least he has a mother, he should feel proud for that.
The girl, Jenna, scowled and stepped forward "Why don't you leave him alone! His mother is the greatest woman on this planet!"
Zambini rolled his eyes "Yes Yes… all because she knew Harry Potter. We all know the story Weasley."
My eyes widened and whipped my head over to the boy. Something about that sentence... When suddenly what he said hit me like a ton of bricks 'all because she KNEW Harry Potter'!
'What did he mean by 'knew' me? I- I can't be….'
My eyes widened '…I'm dead'
