"Get to your class Potter." Snape snapped at him when they'd returned to
the empty Great Hall.
"I don't know what my class is, SIR." Harry scowled back, putting emphasis on the word sir. Snape snarled and reached inside his black robes, which seemed to billow out a lot. He handed a timetable to Harry and walked past him down the corridor and out of sight.
Harry looked down at the timetable. It said that he was supposed to be in Potions just now, but it was ending in fifteen minutes. So he took his stuff down to the Slytherin common room and to his dorm, and unpacked.
By the time he was finished he had ten minutes left. He shrugged and decided to go outside, since his next class was Herbology. He thought about waiting for Blaise, but ruled that out when he saw that it was Snape who taught Potions. So he wandered through the corridor and out the front door.
The wind was fresh and cold. He liked it. He strolled across the grounds to where he could see the greenhouses. He stopped several yards away from the greenhouses and sat down cross-legged, waiting for class to end.
"Sssstupid human, get out of my way!"
Harry jumped; he'd heard a voice to his right. He looked, but he didn't see anyone.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" The voice roared. Harry glanced down. In the grass was a snake, no more than a garter snake, charcoal gray with a green diamond pattern running along its back.
"Excuse me, but I was here first!" He answered it angrily. He was surprised when the snake lifted its triangular head to look at him.
"Did you jusssst sssspeak to me?" It said - no, Harry realized, it hissed.
"Uh . . . I suppose." He replied, and was shocked when he heard his voice to be a hiss as well.
"You sssspeak! A human who sssspeakssss! Incredible!" The snake sounded more shocked than he.
"I didn't know that I could." Harry said truthfully. The snake looked at him.
"But you can. Amazzzzing!"
"Okay, I get it." Harry said, starting feel slightly annoyed.
"I have never come acrossss a human who sssspeakssss in my life!"
"OKAY!" Harry yelled. It stopped hissing.
"If you wissshhh for me to leave, I ssshhhall." And it turned to go.
"No wait!"
The snake turned back.
"Yessss?"
"Stay. I would like to speak with you." Harry pleaded. The snake nodded - an odd thing for a snake to do - and settled in the grass beside Harry. "Are you male or female?" Harry asked first.
"I am female." The snake answered. "What are you?"
"I am a male. What is your name?"
"Name?"
"You know, what do other snakes call you?"
"They call me Ssssadira."
"Sadira? That is a pretty name."
"Yessss . . . I ssssupposssse. What issss your . . . name?"
"My name? My name is Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter . . ."
"Can I give you a nickname?"
"Nick . . . name?"
"A shorter version of your name."
" . . . If you wissshhh."
"I think I'll call you Sadie."
"Ssssadie?"
"Yeah."
"Ssssadie."
"Yes."
"Alright."
Harry looked up from his conversation with his newfound friend to see a class of first years at the doors to Hogwarts. It was time for Herbology.
"Sadie." He hissed, turning back to the little snake.
"Yessss?"
"For some reason I don't think the Slytherins or the teacher would appreciate me having a snake buddy to talk to in class."
"You wissshhh for me to leave?"
"No! I just need to hide you till later . . ."
"Oh." Sadie said, and then began slithering up Harry's leg. Then she went to his wrist. She slid under the sleeve of his robe and up his arm until she reached his biceps, at which point she curled around his arm and laid her head down.
"Well done." Harry whispered to his sleeve. Though Sadie didn't say anything, he felt her tongue flick across his skin.
He rose up off the grass in time to meet Blaise.
"Where were you? I thought Snape had kidnapped you. My brother told me about Snape, and he said he likes to eat first years, and that he's a greasy old vampire, but I don't believe him." Blaise said, with a worried expression on her face. Harry smiled at her description of Snape.
"No, actually, Snape took me to get my things in Diagon Alley." He informed her. Blaise looked relieved.
"Good. Now you actually have a wand. It's dangerous without a wand."
"Harry Potter?" a voice suddenly came from under Harry's sleeve. He looked down; so did Blaise.
"What's up your sleeve Harry?" she asked.
"Sadie." He replied. She gave him a look that clearly said she thought he belonged in an insane asylum.
"Sadie?"
"Yes. Would you like me to introduce her to you?" he grinned slyly and reached up his sleeve. He caught hold of Sadie and gently pulled her down off his arm. When he brought her out into the air, Blaise gasped.
"That's a snake Harry!"
It was Harry's turn to give her the look.
"Of course."
"Harry Potter!" Sadie repeated. Harry placed her on the outside of his sleeve.
"Yes?" He hissed. Blaise gasped. "What?" he asked her.
"You - you - you're a Parselmouth!"
"I'm a what?"
"A Parselmouth! You can talk to snakes!"
"Well of course I can. How else did I get one up my sleeve?"
"But - but - "
"Hold on a second Blaise." He said and returned to Sadie.
"You were saying?"
"Can I give you a nick name?"
"Um, sure."
"Can I call you Hare Potty?"
Harry laughed out loud. Hare Potty?
"I would prefer you didn't, Sadie." He hissed through his laughter.
"Then what can I call you?"
"You can call me Harry."
* * *
Luckily the other Slytherins had left Blaise and Harry to themselves and hadn't heard a word of Parseltongue. But Blaise only managed to stop spluttering when Professor Sprout began the lesson.
The only other class Harry hadn't missed of the day was History of Magic. He'd brought Sadie into the school with him, and he'd conversed very quietly with her the whole time.
Eventually, as he learned to tune out Binns' drawling tone, Harry took a scroll of parchment out from his book bag. He also took out a quill, wetted it with ink, and moved his quill over the parchment.
In a few seconds a rough image of Sadie was hissing at him. Harry was vaguely surprised. He hadn't drawn in a long time, and that had been with a stub of coal, but he apparently still had the talent for it. He smiled.
It was only an outline. And Harry would have filled in the shading and muscles and skin pattern, but he knew he would need to look at her. Instead he moved a ways down the scroll and cast his eyes around the room. They landed on the person sitting next to him; Blaise. She was sleeping soundly. Her mouth was parted slightly, and several strands of straight dark hair had come loose from its ponytail and were scattered over her face. Harry cleared his mind, focusing on Blaise. As his quill drifted over the parchment, he looked back and forth from Blaise to his parchment.
Eventually he was finished, and he looked at his scroll. He was surprised at the results. His quill seemed to have captured her sleepiness. Her eyes looked about to flutter open.
"Wow Harry!" he heard a feminine voice breath just beside him. He jumped and looked at a now very awake Blaise guiltily. "You're good at drawing!"
She took the scroll from his hand and looked at Sadie's outline. Then she looked at herself, and her mouth formed a small "o" of surprise. She handed it back to him, giving him a strange look.
Harry was rather relieved when class ended.
A/N: Sorry it's short, but oh well.
Reviews:
Lokia: And just what do you not like about 'Mione? I like the book version very much, thanks. Why do you want Hermione to shut up? And besides, I don't think the idea of Draco being all nice is very realistic at all. Pansy is going to be still a jerk, but Draco is too. What makes you think Draco would be nice to Harry after Harry's dumped his request to be 'friends'?
Life: Whoever said I'd come to your funeral? bg I'm just kidding. I'll go and put flowers on your grave.
Kitala: They probably won't find out for a while. Snape has a pretty good idea and so does Dumbledore, but eventually there'll be a spell or potion or something that'll reveal the truth. Any ideas?
t.a.g.: Glad you're looking forward to see what happens!
Katy999: No, he has the wand with Fawkes' feather, it just really really wanted to get with him, really really fast.
Kitty: Well, wands don't react like that. Is that what you mean? They don't usually jump (figure of speech) at their owner. They just wait. Harry's wand was way way way way way overexcited.
Nora Charles: Thanks.
Futon: I don't really know yet what was up with the letter being late. I think maybe something happened to Harry (the reason he ran away) that made him unable to keep track of, you know, so that Dumbledore didn't know he was gone, and maybe they had to use a really complex tracking spell to find him to send the owl to him. Then once the owl found him the spell was all broken and Dumbledore could find him by using that spell (which is very lame I know).
,(): My god! How could you even THINK that I would slash Harry in this story? I like reading slash sometimes, but while I could never write it, I wouldn't want to.
Prophetess of Hearts: Yes, it's the wand with Fawkes' feather. For Potions and stuff that's hands-on Harry'll have to do something with his hair . . . any ideas? Maybe Blaise should make him cut it to shoulder length. Something like that. And yes, Harry will be able to do some wandless magic, it just won't come into play for a while.
Kelley: What's strange about the sparks is that they're Slytherin and Gryffindor colors. And that's not why Snape and Ollivander were looking at him funny. They were doing that because his wand had not only rattled furiously but also levitated by itself.
Rickman's Girl: I'm sorry. I'll update on Saturdays or maybe Sundays if I have to.
Floramorada: Thanks!
LunarMist DarknessEclipse: Strange name. I like it. Harry will do pretty darn well in classes, you'll see.
Carey Miles: Thank ya! I think Hermione and Harry should be friends. Thanks to Ron! Yup. And my first impression was that Blaise was a girl. I mean, otherwise it's be all boys in Slytherin first years except Pansy and Millicent.
Reanne080: Thanks! Updating every Saturday (or Sunday when I need to type fast of Saturdays).
Knot2be: ::blushes furiously:: thanks. I think that the Dursleys let him shower once every two weeks or something, and use cheap soap, but not shampoo. And I like Harry's streets-attitude too. I thought Snape would be pretty shocked. I mean, it's like if you saw a Weasley that looked like Lord Voldemort.
Majandra: Is it a prescription drug? I don't want to be illegal . . . . Thanks!
ER: Thanks. I always pictured Blaise as a girl too.
Fizzysoda: Is that a compliment?
"I don't know what my class is, SIR." Harry scowled back, putting emphasis on the word sir. Snape snarled and reached inside his black robes, which seemed to billow out a lot. He handed a timetable to Harry and walked past him down the corridor and out of sight.
Harry looked down at the timetable. It said that he was supposed to be in Potions just now, but it was ending in fifteen minutes. So he took his stuff down to the Slytherin common room and to his dorm, and unpacked.
By the time he was finished he had ten minutes left. He shrugged and decided to go outside, since his next class was Herbology. He thought about waiting for Blaise, but ruled that out when he saw that it was Snape who taught Potions. So he wandered through the corridor and out the front door.
The wind was fresh and cold. He liked it. He strolled across the grounds to where he could see the greenhouses. He stopped several yards away from the greenhouses and sat down cross-legged, waiting for class to end.
"Sssstupid human, get out of my way!"
Harry jumped; he'd heard a voice to his right. He looked, but he didn't see anyone.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" The voice roared. Harry glanced down. In the grass was a snake, no more than a garter snake, charcoal gray with a green diamond pattern running along its back.
"Excuse me, but I was here first!" He answered it angrily. He was surprised when the snake lifted its triangular head to look at him.
"Did you jusssst sssspeak to me?" It said - no, Harry realized, it hissed.
"Uh . . . I suppose." He replied, and was shocked when he heard his voice to be a hiss as well.
"You sssspeak! A human who sssspeakssss! Incredible!" The snake sounded more shocked than he.
"I didn't know that I could." Harry said truthfully. The snake looked at him.
"But you can. Amazzzzing!"
"Okay, I get it." Harry said, starting feel slightly annoyed.
"I have never come acrossss a human who sssspeakssss in my life!"
"OKAY!" Harry yelled. It stopped hissing.
"If you wissshhh for me to leave, I ssshhhall." And it turned to go.
"No wait!"
The snake turned back.
"Yessss?"
"Stay. I would like to speak with you." Harry pleaded. The snake nodded - an odd thing for a snake to do - and settled in the grass beside Harry. "Are you male or female?" Harry asked first.
"I am female." The snake answered. "What are you?"
"I am a male. What is your name?"
"Name?"
"You know, what do other snakes call you?"
"They call me Ssssadira."
"Sadira? That is a pretty name."
"Yessss . . . I ssssupposssse. What issss your . . . name?"
"My name? My name is Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter . . ."
"Can I give you a nickname?"
"Nick . . . name?"
"A shorter version of your name."
" . . . If you wissshhh."
"I think I'll call you Sadie."
"Ssssadie?"
"Yeah."
"Ssssadie."
"Yes."
"Alright."
Harry looked up from his conversation with his newfound friend to see a class of first years at the doors to Hogwarts. It was time for Herbology.
"Sadie." He hissed, turning back to the little snake.
"Yessss?"
"For some reason I don't think the Slytherins or the teacher would appreciate me having a snake buddy to talk to in class."
"You wissshhh for me to leave?"
"No! I just need to hide you till later . . ."
"Oh." Sadie said, and then began slithering up Harry's leg. Then she went to his wrist. She slid under the sleeve of his robe and up his arm until she reached his biceps, at which point she curled around his arm and laid her head down.
"Well done." Harry whispered to his sleeve. Though Sadie didn't say anything, he felt her tongue flick across his skin.
He rose up off the grass in time to meet Blaise.
"Where were you? I thought Snape had kidnapped you. My brother told me about Snape, and he said he likes to eat first years, and that he's a greasy old vampire, but I don't believe him." Blaise said, with a worried expression on her face. Harry smiled at her description of Snape.
"No, actually, Snape took me to get my things in Diagon Alley." He informed her. Blaise looked relieved.
"Good. Now you actually have a wand. It's dangerous without a wand."
"Harry Potter?" a voice suddenly came from under Harry's sleeve. He looked down; so did Blaise.
"What's up your sleeve Harry?" she asked.
"Sadie." He replied. She gave him a look that clearly said she thought he belonged in an insane asylum.
"Sadie?"
"Yes. Would you like me to introduce her to you?" he grinned slyly and reached up his sleeve. He caught hold of Sadie and gently pulled her down off his arm. When he brought her out into the air, Blaise gasped.
"That's a snake Harry!"
It was Harry's turn to give her the look.
"Of course."
"Harry Potter!" Sadie repeated. Harry placed her on the outside of his sleeve.
"Yes?" He hissed. Blaise gasped. "What?" he asked her.
"You - you - you're a Parselmouth!"
"I'm a what?"
"A Parselmouth! You can talk to snakes!"
"Well of course I can. How else did I get one up my sleeve?"
"But - but - "
"Hold on a second Blaise." He said and returned to Sadie.
"You were saying?"
"Can I give you a nick name?"
"Um, sure."
"Can I call you Hare Potty?"
Harry laughed out loud. Hare Potty?
"I would prefer you didn't, Sadie." He hissed through his laughter.
"Then what can I call you?"
"You can call me Harry."
* * *
Luckily the other Slytherins had left Blaise and Harry to themselves and hadn't heard a word of Parseltongue. But Blaise only managed to stop spluttering when Professor Sprout began the lesson.
The only other class Harry hadn't missed of the day was History of Magic. He'd brought Sadie into the school with him, and he'd conversed very quietly with her the whole time.
Eventually, as he learned to tune out Binns' drawling tone, Harry took a scroll of parchment out from his book bag. He also took out a quill, wetted it with ink, and moved his quill over the parchment.
In a few seconds a rough image of Sadie was hissing at him. Harry was vaguely surprised. He hadn't drawn in a long time, and that had been with a stub of coal, but he apparently still had the talent for it. He smiled.
It was only an outline. And Harry would have filled in the shading and muscles and skin pattern, but he knew he would need to look at her. Instead he moved a ways down the scroll and cast his eyes around the room. They landed on the person sitting next to him; Blaise. She was sleeping soundly. Her mouth was parted slightly, and several strands of straight dark hair had come loose from its ponytail and were scattered over her face. Harry cleared his mind, focusing on Blaise. As his quill drifted over the parchment, he looked back and forth from Blaise to his parchment.
Eventually he was finished, and he looked at his scroll. He was surprised at the results. His quill seemed to have captured her sleepiness. Her eyes looked about to flutter open.
"Wow Harry!" he heard a feminine voice breath just beside him. He jumped and looked at a now very awake Blaise guiltily. "You're good at drawing!"
She took the scroll from his hand and looked at Sadie's outline. Then she looked at herself, and her mouth formed a small "o" of surprise. She handed it back to him, giving him a strange look.
Harry was rather relieved when class ended.
A/N: Sorry it's short, but oh well.
Reviews:
Lokia: And just what do you not like about 'Mione? I like the book version very much, thanks. Why do you want Hermione to shut up? And besides, I don't think the idea of Draco being all nice is very realistic at all. Pansy is going to be still a jerk, but Draco is too. What makes you think Draco would be nice to Harry after Harry's dumped his request to be 'friends'?
Life: Whoever said I'd come to your funeral? bg I'm just kidding. I'll go and put flowers on your grave.
Kitala: They probably won't find out for a while. Snape has a pretty good idea and so does Dumbledore, but eventually there'll be a spell or potion or something that'll reveal the truth. Any ideas?
t.a.g.: Glad you're looking forward to see what happens!
Katy999: No, he has the wand with Fawkes' feather, it just really really wanted to get with him, really really fast.
Kitty: Well, wands don't react like that. Is that what you mean? They don't usually jump (figure of speech) at their owner. They just wait. Harry's wand was way way way way way overexcited.
Nora Charles: Thanks.
Futon: I don't really know yet what was up with the letter being late. I think maybe something happened to Harry (the reason he ran away) that made him unable to keep track of, you know, so that Dumbledore didn't know he was gone, and maybe they had to use a really complex tracking spell to find him to send the owl to him. Then once the owl found him the spell was all broken and Dumbledore could find him by using that spell (which is very lame I know).
,(): My god! How could you even THINK that I would slash Harry in this story? I like reading slash sometimes, but while I could never write it, I wouldn't want to.
Prophetess of Hearts: Yes, it's the wand with Fawkes' feather. For Potions and stuff that's hands-on Harry'll have to do something with his hair . . . any ideas? Maybe Blaise should make him cut it to shoulder length. Something like that. And yes, Harry will be able to do some wandless magic, it just won't come into play for a while.
Kelley: What's strange about the sparks is that they're Slytherin and Gryffindor colors. And that's not why Snape and Ollivander were looking at him funny. They were doing that because his wand had not only rattled furiously but also levitated by itself.
Rickman's Girl: I'm sorry. I'll update on Saturdays or maybe Sundays if I have to.
Floramorada: Thanks!
LunarMist DarknessEclipse: Strange name. I like it. Harry will do pretty darn well in classes, you'll see.
Carey Miles: Thank ya! I think Hermione and Harry should be friends. Thanks to Ron! Yup. And my first impression was that Blaise was a girl. I mean, otherwise it's be all boys in Slytherin first years except Pansy and Millicent.
Reanne080: Thanks! Updating every Saturday (or Sunday when I need to type fast of Saturdays).
Knot2be: ::blushes furiously:: thanks. I think that the Dursleys let him shower once every two weeks or something, and use cheap soap, but not shampoo. And I like Harry's streets-attitude too. I thought Snape would be pretty shocked. I mean, it's like if you saw a Weasley that looked like Lord Voldemort.
Majandra: Is it a prescription drug? I don't want to be illegal . . . . Thanks!
ER: Thanks. I always pictured Blaise as a girl too.
Fizzysoda: Is that a compliment?