Harry Potter and the Pit of Snakes

By: Three Spoil'd Anjelz

Goldie: This is the morning after the funeral. And this chapter is dedicated to Sylvia Brabbs, she died of Alzheimer's disease and we all love you dearly.

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icanreadncount- Cool name! Yeah, Harry has been a little moody, but this chapter hopefully makes up for it. And about how he lost his godfather, he doesn't have to be so mean though, but I totally get what you mean. Does that make sense?

SilverFoot: Thank you soooo much for the tip!! I hope I met up to your standards!!

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Passages of a dream-filled world passed him, blurry and vague, but one object was as sharp and clear as a frosty winter morning. Harry stared into the eyes, emerald clashing on emerald. The striking green of the almond-shaped eyes boring into the identical pair that were his own made the world seem dimmer, a mere speck of hazy colors. There was a coiled serpent deep within the acidic pool of her green eyes.

"What is your name?" he asked, his voice coming out as a whispered breeze in the soft fusion of colors.

"Skye…" That name floated in the realm as Harry drifted out of his misty dream of vague colors and a sharp figure. Then suddenly, a needlelike object started to jab at his forehead.

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"Wake up!" a younger version of Rozylyn called to him, as she kept poking his forehead repeatedly. The only difference between Rozylyn and her was that the girl had greyish-blue eyes instead of dark blue.

"I'm awake now," he said, blinking as he looked around the room at the three people surrounding his bed. "Who are you?"

A boy with brownish-blond hair and Rozylyn's dark blue eyes stuck his hand out. "I'm Jason Ookami," he introduced himself, as Harry reached out to shake his hand.

"Amethyst, though you can call me Amy," the replica of Rozylyn said.

"She means call her Amy or she'll hex you," the oldest whispered into Harry's ear. "'M Shawn." He had dirty blond hair and grey eyes. He was wearing a red shirt and khaki shorts, which weren't really that short, and they drooped to a little bit past his hips.

"I'm starved," Amy complained, brushing her tangled hair away from her pale face. There were bags underneath her reddish eyes, which suggested she had cried herself to sleep at a late hour last night. "Mum told us to tell you that breakfast's gonna start soon."

"Breakfast's served!" Rozylyn's yawn-filled voice rang up the stairs. The quad rushed down the steps to the table. As Shawn passed his mother, she pulled up his pants. "Keep your pants up, or do I have to attach these permanently to your bum?" she demanded.

He turned scarlet and Amy yelled from the table, "He's a thug wannabe, Mum!"

"Shut up, Amy, you idiot little girl!" Shawn snapped.

"Dear, it's idiotic, not idiot," Rozylyn corrected absently. She poured some milk into the glass cups. "Cheers," she said as she poured herself some butterbeer, ignoring the glares of butterbeer-deprived children—or her children, to be more exact.

At that moment, Hermione, Lavender, and the brunette witch—Skye Carpenter—rushed in. Skye stole the elder golden-haired witch's bottle of butterbeer, gulping it down in seconds. She gasped for a moment and smiled. It withered into a scowl as her gaze fell on the famous scar-headed Harry Potter.

"You!" they yelled at the same time. Skye started yelling profanities at him while he turned crimson with rage. Jason held her back as she went forward, but she had slapped the black-haired teenager across the face before the Ookami sibling restrained her.

"You arrogant, bull-headed piece of shit!" she screamed. "You're the one that made Hermione cry, though one look at your face and I don't blame her! That scar doesn't improve your looks either!"

Harry opened his mouth to release a fiery retort, but Rozylyn cast a silencing spell on both of them. The only thing he got out was "D" when she had muttered the charm. His expression turned into shock as he gaped with his mouth dumbly open at the girl, who was still screaming things that he could barely make out.

All he heard was a muffled swearword.

"Skye, I'm ashamed of you," Rozylyn said solemnly. "I thought you knew better than to scream curse words at the breakfast table. Please do it outside. Go to your room and don't touch the sweaters!"

Skye flounced off, pulling on some cuffs and shedding her sweater. She made mutterings that sounded like, "But it's bloody cold in here!" and "The Devil would hate this place more than Antarctica!"

"Now, Harry," the tall woman said, her face grave, "don't let her get to you. And for that matter, don't let Amy get to the food before you." The youngest Ookami swatted her mother's arm playfully with mock anger in her face. "Now, please be quiet. I'm trying to keep Molly still asleep so she can finally have some rest."

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After breakfast was cleared off the table, Harry went searching for Hermione, only to find her in the library, sitting down finishing her homework. He sat down next to her and cleared his throat.

"Hermione, I'm sorry," he started, noticing that Hermione was still looking down at her parchment, scribbling down answers. "I haven't been exactly the best friend have and sorry for treating you like I have in the past day."

She finally looked up, "I know you think I'm only saying that I understand what you're going through for sympathy, but I really do understand. My grandfather had Alzheimer's disease the past three years, so he had to live with us. I had to give up my room so he could have one. And last month, he died." Her voice containing a sob.

"I spent the last week with Lavender, who wrote me over the summer, 'cause I couldn't stand to be in the same house that my Grandpa died. He was like my dad, before…"

The tears started to flow from her eyes, as she tried to tell her story. Harry scooped her into his arms and tried to soothe her.

"It's okay, 'Mione," he whispered, as he rubbed her back, as she cried on his shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me or Ron about your Grandpa?"

"Because Third Year, we all thought that Sirius was a murderer who was after you, and I didn't want to burden you with all my problems, when you have your own," she managed to choke out between weeps.

Harry felt like a stone was placed in his stomach. He never noticed how much Hermione had tried to put everyone's needs before her own. Why hadn't he noticed it 'til now?

"Hermione, me and Ron are always here for you," he said, as her small body seemed to calm down. "We'll protect you from anything."

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Goldie: Don't you just want a boyfriend like Harry? JUST KIDDING! Anywho, you know the drill! R&R!!

~*~Three Spoil'd Anjelz~*~