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Chapter 3

-The Heir of Slytherin-

First year for me was second year for Harry. I stole glances at him while he's eating, while he's playing quidditch, and when he's walking in the hallways.

I found out that the brown haired girl was called Hermione, and that she wasn't Harry's girlfriend, just one of his best friends. I honestly don't care if he's going out with someone, I just want him to be happy.

Nearing the middle of the year, I watched Harry as he was hit in Quidditch by a rogue bludger. I screamed loudly, causing people to turn around and look at me. I didn't care. He was hurt! I hated that Gilderoy Lockhart. He tried to mend Harry's broken leg, but got it worst instead. I cursed him under my breath, wanting to kill that man right there.

When Harry was in the hospital wing out cold, I sneaked in and watched him sleep. I made sure no one was there to watch me. He looked so peaceful, his scar in the middle of his forehead making him look handsome. It was his uniqueness, also a cursed memory of his childhood. I watched him breathing in and out for sometime. Then I left quietly, careful not to wake him up.

There was a dueling club. I joined, after finding out that Harry did. I watched from the crowd as he was chosen by Snape to duel with Malfoy. I watched as he talked to the snake that Malfoy conjured. He was a parselmouth, I learned. It was enchanting to watch him hissing and talking to the snake. I watched with wonder. I knew after reading all the books on Voldemort that he was parselmouth too. There was a connection between him and Harry. I felt it.

In the end of the year, a few of the people got petrified. I was scared. I was scared for Harry. I prayed that he wouldn't go after the serpent. I prayed that he wouldn't get petrified. Luckily, all the students were looking through glasses or looking in the mirror when they saw the serpent. I spent days in the library, reading about the serpent and the heir of Slytherin.

Everyone thought that the Heir would be Harry, because he was a parselmouth. I wouldn't agree with them. I knew he was innocent. Mother always told me to believe in what I thought, and I had a feeling that Harry Potter was innocent. Because of this, some people would laugh at me, saying how Harry was the sure Heir.

But Harry wasn't the Heir. We learned, as he emerged holding onto Ginny Weasley. I was so happy I thought I would burst. He defeated the Serpent. He defeated the past of Voldemort, Tom Riddle.

Dumbledore explained that to us. I cheered along with all the other people, for him, for his great victory against the Dark One once again. He figured out the secret passageway, beared hardships, saved us from getting petrified. I sighed happily. I trusted him, knowing that my belief in him not being the Heir was true.