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Bold parseltongue
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Chapter two
Over the next few weeks Harry began to practise magic. At first he wasn't very good at it and got tired very easily, but he soon got better after Isis explained some of the theory to him. The rest of his free time (which wasn't much after the Dursleys loaded on chores) he spent chatting with Isis who, while interesting and funny, was also extremely weird. Apparently, her life long ambition was to learn Morris dancing and to win the lottery. When Harry pointed out that she was a snake and asked what she wanted to do with all the money, she replied unconcernedly that she hadn't thought that far but might buy up a few rat farms. He also learnt that she was an orphan like him. She was born in Russia but then her mother was killed and a little while later Isis was captured.
The human who caught me wasss from England and brought me back with him. hissed Isis, curling around his neck. Then one day I essscaped and ssspent a couple of weeksss wandering around and then ta da! Here I am.
Isis also told Harry about her species. According to her moon snakes were very rare, almost unheard of. In fact, people only found out they existed a few years ago. This was because they had certain magic powers such as becoming unnoticeable (not the same as invisible) and they could understand any human language. Their venom was also unique. They could kill within seconds and change someone's memory. Said skill was the main reason nobody knew about them. As soon as anybody saw them they would eradicate any knowledge of themselves. Harry wasn't certain if he believed all that, though, as Isis tended to exaggerate quite a bit and was also rather conceited. One thing that was true, however, was that she had quite a good understanding of wizard magic, although she couldn't do any. Harry, needless to say, was fascinated. They would stay up swapping stories way into the night. Apart from when the Durlseys were asleep he didn't have any time to himself. Since he had met Nemesis he had been walking around in a happy daze. This, of course, infuriated Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon who lived to make him miserable. Harry was given extra chores, starved and locked in his cupboard but to their consternation nothing seemed to affect him. So they just settled for ignoring him, which was fine by him.
As the years went by Harry continued learning wandless magic and was actually quite good at it. He didn't know any actual spells so he just had to will something to happen, which often took a great deal of time and concentration, but he was gradually getting faster. Sometimes he'd become disheartened, but the thought of how much power he would have if he continued pushed him on. Harry was, much to his delight, already able to turn his most hated teacher's hair neon colours whenever he felt like it. Luckily, the teacher never traced it back to him. At regular school he was completely awful. Just the thought of anything more complicated than long division made his head spin. Unfortunately Isis was just as bad if not worse so he couldn't cheat. The only thing he was relatively good at was French. But then again, Isis was able to hiss answers to him in tests so he couldn't take any credit for it. The other subject he was good at was physical education. In an attempt to get him out of the house the Dursleys had signed him up to a gym class out of school, which included acrobatics and basic karate. Harry was actually amongst the best in the class because he practised any free moment he got. The way Harry saw it was that the more fit he was, the less likely he was to be pounded into the ground by Dudley's gang. Self preservation worked wonders. In fact he was the only person in the whole school who Dudley steered clear of. Not only because he couldn't catch him, but also because he was afraid of him. Ever since Harry had 'accidentally' made Dudley's pants fall down during school he was absolutely terrified. This meant that every one else steered clear of him as well, leaving Harry alone most of the time.
Through all his years of school Harry had never had a single friend. Luckily, Harry didn't care as he had Isis who kept him company in class hissing comments at him from his school bag. On reflection, Harry decided that maybe this was the reason why he'd flunked almost every class. Harry was still better than Dudley, though, who only passed by bribing the teachers and forcing other students to do his homework for him. Needless to say hardly anyone liked him, but they were all too afraid to say so. One thing that everyone agreed on was that 'Dudley's weird freak cousin' was a complete mystery. He always had a blank expression on his face that gave you the impression that you were talking to a brick wall. The only time he showed any emotion was when he burst out laughing in the middle of class for absolutely no reason at all, seemingly having a conversation with his schoolbag.
While Harry didn't enjoy his life at the Dursleys he had to admit it was better than before Isis came. At least now he had a friend he could talk to. He also had the smug satisfaction in knowing that he knew something the Dursleys didn't and that one day he would get his revenge.
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