Chapter 2
Harry opened his eyes to see a giant man scooping him up. Hagrid. As he drifted off again, he felt the wind blowing. When he next opened his eyes…Petunia, he groaned mentally.
***Five years***
Hooray, Harry thought. He rode in the backseat of the car to the Surrey Primary School. Kindergarten again. He hated doing baby stuff, and he had to downplay his abilities…or did he? Harry smirked as he walked into the classroom.
At recess, Harry wandered off by himself. A snake slithered by. Ooh, a chance to practice my Parseltongue.
*Excuse me* Harry began, kneeling down to the snake. *My name is Harry. How are you?*
*A speaker. You are very rare in these parts, young one* the snake answered. *I am feeling well*
*What is your name?*
*I am Cassandara Caddasandra (Cass-an-dare-ah Cad-ah-san-dra)* the snake answered. *I am a magical caduceus snake. That means I can fly and heal*
*Really? Cassandara, will you be my familiar?* The snake nodded. *Thank you*
*You are young and old. Come and we will bond, Harry Potter* the snake answered. Harry placed his hand on the beautiful snake. She smiled at him, showing small fangs. In a flash of bright light, they bonded. *Now, child, you must know something. This is not my full form, rather, I am half of my normal form. My normal is quite long with beautiful wings*
*Amazing. May I call you Cass?*
*Go on, Harry*
***A few minutes***
The bell rang as recess ended. Harry slipped Cass up his sleeve, where she slid to rest at the crook of his elbow. Ms. McKinley, the teacher, began to teach them about the letter 'A' and how to pronounce it.
Over the course of a year and with the help of Cassandara, Harry learned to do Rune magic, wandless magic, and shockingly, Parsel-magic, which involved Healing and Protection that only parselmouths could do (Credit to Blueowl in To Shape and Change). When he reached six, Harry Potter looked different. Very different, thanks to the help of Cassandara and his magic. However, a boy with sharp, emerald eyes and raven black hair remained. This boy was not the scrawny, messy boy he had once been. Harry Potter smiled as his raven hair framed his aristocratic face.
I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.
