Parseltongue
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Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J. K. Rowling. *has decided to go in the attic and bawl her eyes out*
That night, Harry snuck up to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Seth had said concentrate. And he really did. He squinted, he tried blinking a lot, looking sideways, and then he just ended up staring at himself. All he saw was his untidy black hair, his glasses, and his green eyes. He looked until he felt like his brain would snap. Until something did snap. It was just a small pop. But that was enough. He shook his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But it was real enough. His whole body was encased by this green, floating mist, hovering around him. But there was also a small bit of red and black mixed in with it. But he could feel, that if it was taken away, he would lose part of who he was, because it was part of him. That he would die without it. He looked at the spiders in the corner of the bathroom and saw that, they too, had small purple rings surrounding them too. He didn't need to guess, really, what this was. He already knew. It was his power. He had so many questions for Seth, but they had to wait. He had to get some sleep.
In the morning, he tried testing out his newfound power. At first, it was slow. But when his uncle sent him outside again to do more weeding, he got a lot more help from Seth.
Good! Now try to pull the twig off that branch! Let'ssss ssssee how well you can do that! Harry used his mind to bend the power, to twist it to his will, to get the twig off. It whirled around the twig, and snapped it off in a matter of seconds.
I want to do more! Can I try with bigger things? Like mowing the lawn for instance?
Sssspeaker, are you ssssure? It could drain you tremendousssssly! You musssst be careful!
Fine, I'll be as careful as possible! Harry forced it to move the lawn mover across the yard. He soon learned that he could control the Dursleys too, for they now ignored him. They never noticed Seth going around the house or in and out the door. Harry had went to school, but it was no use. The teachers were always complaining that Harry wrote in scribbles that no one could understand. Harry practiced it though, so if anyone wrote to the Dursleys, he could easily write back. Harry had Seth on his arm at almost all times now.
Ssspeaker, you are ready. But you cannot venture out into the world yet. You musssst wait for ssssomething. Harry had no clue what the "something" Seth was talking about was, but Seth was his mentor, so he guessed that Seth was right. On his 11th birthday, he found out was he had been waiting for. He had been waiting for a letter.
Hey guys, I know my chapters are kind of short, but I still hope you like them, and you get enough information from them. Review and tell me something that you want to happen next! What should happen when he gets his letter?