In time, Harriet was having the time of her life, getting acquainted with her soon to be father. She was also getting a few stray facts about Harry from his very reliable friends, the Weasley twins; Fred and George. They were more than happy to boast about Harry's greatness.

"We first met him on the train we did." George said.

"Had no idea what he was like, what with what happened when he was just a little baby," Fred carried on.

"But one thing for sure was that there wouldn't be anymore quiet years." They said together. Harriet smiled.

It was just after breakfast the second years all traveled down to the dungeons where they were to have a special presentation of the Dueling Club with Professor Guilderoy Lockhart and surprise guest, Professor Severus Snape.

"Don't worry now children. You'll have the safe return of your Potions master." Professor Lockhart assured. They each took ends of a long walk way and all the students watched. "On the count of three . . . one . . .two . . . three--"

"Expelliarmus!" A ray of green light shot out from the end of Professor Snape's wand, and blasted Professor Lockhart off his feet and almost twenty feet away. Many of the boys snickered, while the girls felt sorry for him.

Professor Lockhart slowly got up from his feet and dusted himself off. "Well, I knew that was coming, I was just demonstrating what not to do in case of something like that." Professor Snape rolled his eyes annoyed.

"I think it would be best to show them how to block unfriendly spell first, don't you agree?" Professor Lockhart nodded. He looked around for two volunteers--except they weren't really volunteers because they didn't raise their hand, or give any gesture that would make him pick them. He stopped at Ron and Harry. "Mr. Weasley's wand is in an improper state and would no doubt send Mr. Potter to the Hospital Wing in a heartbeat," Ron slowly slouched down in the crowd embarrassed. "Perhaps I could pick someone from my own house," Professor Snape shrugged. "Malfoy perhaps?" Professor Snape thumbed him up onto the walk way as Harry did the same.

Harriet watched out in the crowd standing next to a Hufflepuff name Justin Finch-Fletchy. "Hi," Harriet said sweetly. Justin turned around to see was talking to him. "Are you in Gryffindor?"

"Um no, I'm in Hufflepuff. Are you new here?" Justin responded. Harriet looked down at her shuffling feet.

"Sort of," she shrugged her shoulders. "So you don't really know Harry Potter do you?" She asked, digging for information.

"Oh not at all, I do know him by reputation."

"Really? What he do?"

Justin now looked at Harriet as if she was from another planet or something. "Why, he stopped You-Know-Who." Justin clarified.

"How'd he do that," Harriet asked. For this Justin did not have an answer to her question. He looked over to where Harry and Draco were still dueling.

"Serpensortia," Draco exclaimed, and a large cobra shot out of his wand, baring the sharp, elongated fangs out of its mouth. For a moment Harry stared at the venomous creature.

"Have no fear Mr. Potter, I'll dispose of it." Professor Lockhart stepped forward, then chanting a spell and pointing his wand at the snake. The snake shot up some six feet, and then came back down. The spell did nothing.

At this point Harry stepped forward, unafraid. The cobra watched Harry advance of him and carefully analyze his movements. Then something that got everyone to listen at.

"Sssighasssahe." Came from Harry. The cobra swayed for a second, pondering Harry like he understood him. "Sssighassseheth." Harry let out. The cobra turned to face Justin, Harriet was standing just behind him. Fear was written all over their faces. "Sssighassseheth." Harry repeated and the cobra looked back at him, baring its fangs once more.

The whole room was quiet and still, then Professor Snape stepped forward and took care of the situation. "Viperia Evanesca," the cobra then began to disintegrate, from middle to head and tail.

"What are you playing at Potter?" Justin sputtered out. Harriet also looked at her father frightened.

Harriet wasn't quite sure what had happened, so she went to Harry and found that Ron and Hermione also wanted to know the truth. "You're a Parselmouth." Ron exclaimed.

"What?" Harry asked confused, when his friends caught up with him.

"You can talk to snakes," Hermione translated, keeping her distance in spite of fear.

"Well, yes. I know that, but I was stopping the snake from attack--"

"That's what you said to it." Ron interrupted.

"Yes, you were there, you heard me--"

"I heard you speaking Parseltounge." Harry looked at Ron confused. "Snake language." Ron clarified.

Harry shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. "Yeah, but I bet loads of people here can speak it, right?" He asked, not so sure of himself.

"No it they can't Harry. Parseltounge isn't a very common gift. Haven't you ever wondered why the mascot for Slytherin is a snake?" Harry shook his head. "It cause Salazar Slytherin was–"

"A Parselmouth." Harriet interjected. Harry, Ron and Hermione turned their heads. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Harry shook his head again. She joined their little discussion as it carried on.

"But what's he got to do with me?" Harry looked to Hermione and Harriet, hoping for a clear answer that would give him more facts about himself.

"Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth and just like some Purebloods are related to others, so are Parselmouths."

"People will probably think you're like his great-great-grandson or something," Ron worried.

"But I'm not," Harry said frustrated. "At least, I don't think I am." Harry began to worry himself.

"Anything's possible Harry." Hermione said. Harriet felt the same way. He was her father and yet he wasn't even of age yet.

Later the same evening Harriet, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the library where it was full of other students in various houses. After the earlier incident with Harry and the cobra, people were avoiding Harry like he possessed some deadly disease, or at least cursed. Harry was losing his concentration, he looked around at everyone in the room, but every time his eyes stopped on a group of students, who had been looking cautiously at him, they turned around. Harry stood up, taking his school bag. "I'll meet you guys in the Common Room."

"Bye Harry," they all said softly. Harry walked out of the room as all eyes stared on him when he left.

After a while, Harriet started to get bored, and decided to join Harry in the Common Room. "I'll see you guys." She said and also left. Harriet walked down the hall, turning around the corner, as she heard someone talking. "Hello?" She asked, walking closer to the voices. When she got to a certain point, the voices stopped and she came up to another corner. She pulled up her shoulder strap and continued walking, but then saw Harry standing over a body. She quickly put her back to the wall frightened. Harriet heard footsteps coming, turning to see Mr. Filch running down the way.

"I got you know Potter, caught you red handed."

"No, wait Mr. Filch, I didn't--" however it was too late, Mr. Filch ran back up the aisle he came. Harry looked back to the body he was standing over, which was apparently Justin. One thing he did see that Harriet didn't understand, was that he looked at the stone floor and then walked over to the window.