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*Second Year*
The Chamber of Secrets had been opened. Slytherin's heir was attacking away. And everyone seemed to think that Harry Potter was said heir, even though he was ninety percent sure he wasn't.
Most people were too scared of him to do anything more than avoid and stare at him, muttering behind their hands or behind his back, pretending he was too dumb to hear them. Or maybe they genuinely figured he couldn't. It was pretty hard to tell. A lot of people here were pretty bloody daft.
Some of these people, however, and not only Gryffindors, seemed to be a bit bolder than their peers, and liked to come right up into his face, and accuse him of whatever it was they thought he did wrong this week.
But it didn't take Harry very long at all to get pretty annoyed by that, and since telling them to stop, or that he was innocent and hadn't done a thing wasn't helping the situation at all, he decided to take care of it in a more...unconventional manner.
Instead of getting visibly angry, or rolling his eyes, or getting exasperated, he would look at them with polite interest, and then insult them in Parseltongue. The results of this were quite...satisfying indeed. Well, for him, at least.
His most favourite, er, incident, happened to him on what should have been a peaceful Sunday afternoon, when all he should have been doing was worrying about the fact that he hadn't finished his Potions' homework yet.
Harry was just taking a nice, calming, peaceful walk through the corridors of his extremely dangerous magical school, when he was cornered by a rather tall Ravenclaw, who certainly must have been a Seventh year.
"You!" the older boy spat. "How dare you!? You should never have been let into Hogwarts, you filthy-"
"...You're really ugly."
The Ravenclaw froze, paling slightly.
"Seriously," Harry continued, "are you a troll in disguise or something? I really can't tell the difference."
"W-what the hell are you saying!? Are you trying to attack me like you did the others!?"
Harry took on a politely puzzled expression, making him look quite innocent indeed, pretending he had no idea that he was speaking in the tongue of serpents. "That haircut is terrible. It doesn't suit you at all. It makes your head look like a box!"
"T-there's no way I'm going to let you do this!" the Ravenclaw cried. "I'm not letting you attack me!"
"Honestly, if you weren't wearing that uniform, I would seriously be doubting your intended...species. Oh wait, I already am, never mind. You may have a better vocabulary, but you seem about as smart as trolls too. Are you sure your mother didn't have an affair with one? Or was it your father who had one?" He cocked his head curiously. "Hmm, it's really hard to tell for sure, but I'm leaning towards mother."
"You little fu-" The tall Ravenclaw boy, his face red with fury, charged at Harry.
Used to dealing with his equally large and ugly cousin, Harry easily side stepped him, causing him to run head first into the very hard, stone wall, knocking him out immediately.
Harry blinked, and peered down at the unconscious teen. "Yep. Definitely part troll." Humming cheerfully, he turned and headed off, resuming his walk.
Though the boy didn't realize it, one of the portrait people who had witnessed the incident, had understood every single word Harry had said.
Salazar Slytherin stood in his portrait, chuckling to himself, having greatly enjoyed the show he had just witnessed. He had heard that there was a young Parselmouth in the castle, but this was his first time having seen him, and he had to admit, he certainly had found it quite amusing.
He was going to have to keep a closer eye on that boy. He didn't want to miss out on any more confrontations, after all.
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