disclaimer- I own nothing, all belongs to JKR, except for Chyenne and the plot.
Harry sat in between Ron and Chyenne as Professor Trelawney began class.
"Today we will begin the interpretation of dreams. Dreams can often be windows into the other realm, and correct use of your inner eye can help you to interpret and act on the messages you receive. Now..." She stopped in front of the table Harry was seated at. Wonderful. He thought. How am I going to die today? "My dear, this is most unsettling to you is it not? I can see that you believe that this mysterious man is trying to kill you is that it?" Harry opened his mouth to retort but stopped short when it was not he who Professor Trelawney was talking to. It was Chyenne.
"Yes. I do."
"And why is this, my dear?"
"Well, I don't know.. Probably because he said 'Tonight you die' and all that. I mean, I'm not really sure, but I think to most people that would scream 'this guy's a psycho murder.' But maybe that's just me."
Professor Trelawney appeared not to have noticed Chyenne's sarcasm, but instead, continued. "Yes but I can tell that there's something else bothering you. If I may see your hand..." Chyenne held out her right hand to Professor Trelawney. "No dear, I'm afraid I need the other."
Harry could see Chyenne hesitate, and slowly hold out her left hand, but he noticed that she was careful to keep the edge of her sleeve covering her wrist. As Professor Trelawney moved to take her hand, the sleeve moved and although Chyenne quickly moved to keep it covered, Harry had enough time to see what she had been hiding.
On her wrist was a lightning bolt scar, exactly like the one on his own forehead.
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Care of Magical Creatures was after Divination. Chyenne tried to remember this, but so far, it wasn't working as well as she thought. Her schedule was confusing. It wasn't like at home where she could just go on autopilot every day, letting her feet take her to and from the same locations every day. No. At Hogwarts, the schedules varied from day to day, and memorizing it had proven to be a challenge. Hermione told her to give herself time to adjust. But Chyenne didn't like change. Not at all.
So when she couldn't remember that she had to go to Care of Magical Creatures after Divination, she found herself cursing her horrible memory as she wandered around the castle. Eventually Some random Huffflepuff third year gave her directions and she found her way out onto the grounds to where the class was meeting at the edge of a clump of trees.
She made her way over to the group which was standing in a semicircle around a small clearing. Harry looked up from where he stood with Ron and Hermione, and waved her over. "Hey"
"Where were you?" Hermione asked.
"I got kinda lost." Chyenne admitted sheepishly.
"You could have picked a worse class to get lost for."Ron said. "During first year, me and Harry got lost and were late for Transfiguration. That was a nightmare."
"Tell me about it." Harry agreed.
"All right everyone, gather 'round." Chyenne looked up to see the same man who had met her at the airport standing in the middle of the group, next to a large crate. What was his name? Um, Ha... Hammie? Hamlet? Ooshenbag? Hagrid! That was it! "Now today, We're goin' to be learnin' about the Runespoor. Can anyone tell me what the Runespoor is?"
Hermione's hand shot up into the air, and when called on, she said. "The Runespoor is a type of three-headed snake, with each head having a different personality."
"Good! Now, who wants to come up here and hold one?" Most of the class shrank back so that Harry and Chyenne were the only ones left. Hagrid pointed to Chyenne. "Chyenne, why don't you go first?"
She walked towards Hagrid, who opened the box and reached in, pulling out a dark bodies snake, with silver stripes dotting it's back. She reached out for it and it crawled up her arm, tickling her with it's forked tongues as it went.
Hello.
Chyenne raised an eyebrow. 'How do you know I can understand you?'
We have a way of knowing these things. The other is a speaker too.
'Who?'
The boy, with the scar.
'Harry's a Parselmouth too? Are you sure?'
Yes! The Runespoor hissed angrily. Don't you pay attention?
'Apparently not.' Chyenne heard laughter behind her, and turned to see Harry doubled over while the rest of the class stared at him incredulously. 'He's insane.'
No. He has a sense of humor. By the way, Why did the chicken cross the road?
' No idea.'
Oh, too bad. I've been trying to figure that out for the longest time. Now if you please, we'd like to return to our box now.
'No problem.' Chyenne returned the Rune spoor to Hagrid, who placed it into the box, and went back to her place beside the still laughing Harry. "What is so funny?"
"Chickens, Crossing... The ... Road!"
"Will you stop it! It's not that funny!"
Harry froze and the rest of the class gasped. Harry opened his mouth and hissed. "You're a Parselmouth?"
"Well, obviously."
"This isn't good."
"Why not? Nobody cared at my old school."
"Well, I doubt that your old school was attacked by a Basilisk."
"What's so dangerous about a basilisk? I had one as a pet growing up! They're cool. Did you know they can walk on water?"
"No I mean a real Basilisk. A big one."
"Oh. Well that's going to be a problem now isn't it?"
"Yes. It will be."