Chapter 14

A/N- Ew, I only realized the typos after I published last chapter =/

Disclaimer= None of this is mine.

Alya was panicking and finally realized it would be best to confront Severus Snape about this problem. She just really desperately hoped that she will not bump into Harry Potter on her way there.

Little did she know that Harry was actually hiding in the shadows outside the Slytherin common room with his invisibility cloak, still surprised what he discovered. How could she possibly be a Parseltongue? Perhaps she is the heir of Voldemort? Harry ran many scenarios through his head, but nothing really made sense.

All of a sudden the common room door of Slytherin opened, and Alya appeared out of it. She looked around making sure no one was watching and was heading towards the Potion section of the dungeons.

Harry decided it would be best to follow her and perhaps even attack to make her confess her secrets.

Alya thought she heard someone following behind her, but each time she would turn around nothing was there. She came to a conclusion that she was probably panicking so much that her head was playing tricks on her. At the exactly moment she was about to turn the corner to reach Snapes office she heard a spell and tripped and was too late to do anything.

Harry casted Impedimenta and it seemed to have done the trick seeing as Alyas' feet were locked together, unmoving. He heard her groan as Harry took off his invisibility cloak and moved towards Alya with a smug expression. Harry dragged Alya into the nearest potion classroom and made her sit on one of the stools.

"Freezing my feet? Is this one of your sick fantasies, Potter?"

"You know exactly why we are in this position, Lestrange! Tell me everything! and now!" Harry said in a threatening voice.

"You are going to have to do better than that to get a word out of my mouth."

Harry pursed his lips and grinded his teeth. "Don't say you didn't ask for it." Harry casted a silencing charm on the class room door and tried to remember a rather simple spell from his Dark Spells book, a spell that will not cause much damage but enough to get Alya to talk.

"Penitium poena," Harry whispered.

Alya was starting to squirm and started to rub her torso like something was burning on the inside. She was trying not to scream to let Harry the satisfaction that he was actually getting somewhere with these terrible interrogation manners.

"Had enough?" Harry asked.

Alya realized the pain was growing more severe as each moment past. "Stop... please," she begged.

Harry released her from the dark spell and watched her as she showed an expression of defeat.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm a parseltongue."

"I think I was able to draw that line myself. How, is what I meant?"

At the exact moment Snape walked through the door as if he was aware of what was happening. Harry was petrified, unable to move. While Alya smirked at the thought of how much trouble Potter will be in.

"Finite Incantatem," Snape mumbled, "Wait for me in my office, Alya." Snape kept his eyes on Potter.

As the door closed, behind Alya, she crouched and pressed her ear to the door.

"Well well well, Potter. I would've never thought you were capable of such doing."

Harry was now attempting to block his mind. To be honest he has gradually improved since the lessons with Snape and even on his own. He was confident that Snape will have no proof other than forcefully removing a memory from Harry's head.

Snape sneered, "Not in a talking mood? Well that's a first. Legilimens," Snape knew that it was against the rules to cast such spell on a student, but at this moment, he really couldn't care less.

Harry closed his eyes in concentration to block the powerful force in his head. Unfortunately, Snape broke through his shield, but Harry was able to manipulate which memories to show Snape.

Harry was seven, and was leaning against the country, getting ready to clean all the dishes as his family devoured the breakfast he made.

Harry was under the school in the Chamber of Secrets and he was trying to reason with the Basilisk in the Snake language, with no success.

Harry was talking to Alya while she was doing her detention and she turned around and spoke in Parseltongue. And she ran out of the classroom while Harry turned around to watch her leave, stunned.

Snape stopped searching as he realized this was getting him nowhere, "I swear to you, Potter -," Snape stopped talking, closed his eyes and grabbed his left arm, and clenched his teeth. "You are dismissed, Potter. But don't think I will not have my eye on you. Your recent actions are proven to be... more ruthless. Don't want the Golden Boy to do any wrong doings." Snape left the class room, robes billowing, and headed towards his office where Alya was waiting for him patiently.

"Alya, I apologize. We'll start your lessons this Saturday, I've just been called. You best go down to dinner, as it's already started."

"Thank you, sir"

Harry was picking at his chicken, and raised his head to see two worried pairs of eyes. He rolled his eyes, "So I found out something astonishing about the Lestrange girl today."

"Yea?" Ron urged him to go further.

"I heard her speak Parseltongue," Harry said and recounted the story leaving the most recent events out.

"I bet she's like, you-know-who's granddaughter or something," said Ron.

"Or... daughter- I mean Bellatrix being his most devoted follower," added Hermione.

"Well that certainly seems weird. Voldemort having children, I mean," Harry said.

Alya sat down next to the first years and started to pile her plate with food.

"Hi, I'm Eric and this is Samantha and Katherine." Eric wiped his hand on a napkin before sticking it out.

"Hello, I'm Alya." She shook Erics hand.

Eric was very handsome, with black straight hair that was not long nor short, and very stunning blue eyes. He was medium built and a lovely composure. Samantha, preferred being called Sam, had long blond curls with blue eyes and then Katherine, preferred being called Kat or Kathy, and long straight black hair with brown eyes.

They were all pureblood, which would please her parents that she was befriending people that were only pure.

Finally, Alya felt welcomed and not singled out or targeted.

Friday afternoon, Harry was walking towards defence against the dark arts with Ron and Hermione.

"This is such a rubbish course. I mean no professor was able to top Lupin's teaching. I cannot believe the ministry just injected themselves in Hogwarts business! I mean this is a place of learning and preparing for our future employment and even more important, what's out there. This is no place for politics to be sticking their nose in!" Hermione ranted on.

"I actually have to agree with you. How are we going to be able to perform on our finals, if we only practiced theory," Harry added.

"And the essays she assigns, they are so much worse than any other class," Ron said remembering getting a 'Troll' on his lastest essay.

The trio entered the classroom and settled in as Umbridge started.

"Please turn to page 94 read the chapter, and complete the questions 1 to 19. If not completed, it will be due next class."

"Urg this is so rubbish, Harry!" Hermione whispered in a harsh tone.

Harry had a sudden urge to cast a dark spell on Umbridge. The thought came as quick as it went, but nonetheless it shocked Harry that he has these feelings.

Harry, all of a sudden made a pain-filled scream, clutched his scar and fell off his chair.

"I've had enough of this foolishness! The department of mysteries is getting us NO WHERE! You bloody idiots! You can't even steal one crystal ball! Now we are going to depend my whole reign on a first year at Hogwarts? All because my last unspeakable got FIRED! CRUCIO!"

Harry felt all the pain being transferred into his body and passed out, probably making a fool out of himself.

As he woke up, everything was white, the walls, ceiling, and ... beds. Here he was in the bloody infirmary again.

He lifted up his head to look around when he saw Alya on a bed unconscious, "You got to be kidding me!" Harry exclaimed before letting his head hit the pillow, which caused a wave of pain to course through his body. He winced and couldn't believe how crappy this year has been, and it barely started.

A/N: If you have anything that you think would be great to add just send a review. I know authors often just say "5 reviews and you'll get your next chapter quickly!"- I'm not like that :P I mean I won't force you guys to do something. But I'm just writing this story based on my ideas, and I haven't got a clue what you guys want ^_^. Anyways, thank you for reading. ~P1S.