This chapter may change depending on if the previous author sends her bits of the conversation that was supposed to take place during this chapter. I know she is busy but I am hoping that she'll send it so I can get things really going. Strangely enough, I have ideas for up to 5th year. As you know, I will include parts of HBP in here but it isn't going to truly be year 6. Riddle is going to reveal some of himself in each year.

The room is going to go through drastic changes over time.

H/D will not happen.

Ron being paired with someone is an extreme iffy until he gets rebalanced.

Who do you think should be the next of the six to join their group? Last ones left are Luna and Ginny... how will things go in their sorting? It will be a suprise that will blow someone's socks straight off.

Percy.. poor Percy, he's going to get a taste of justice, Slytherin Marauder style.

Standard disclaimer inserted here. You know the ones that says Rowling's evil empire will still be in control of the potterverse? yeah, those.

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Hermione decided to ask Isis a interesting question about the dorm. She knew that the picture frames could be doorways but what about all the other picture frames that were her size around the room. Isis reply was simple, her door could remain in the Slytherin common room but it also had a duplicate in a deeper level of the dungeons that only storerooms and miscellanous materials were. Hermione just grinned. Now they wouldn't have to mess with the oafs other than to get updated passwords. They could be secluded away from the world they knew while still remain in contact with it. Now if they could only oversee everything else that went on in the world, then they would be all knowing...

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Neville had met them in the morning, down where the troll had attacked him. He grinned as they showed up silently. All of them nodded before Hermione gestured for them to follow her down to lower levels of the dungeones. It was dingy, damp, and spiderwebs were strewn everywhere. With a couple well placed fire charms, webbing was removed with only the burning smell that replaced it.

"How odd, with the rest of the castle remaining clean.. why are these not?" Ron asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked curiously. He didn't know how the wizarding world held themselves with cleaning standards.

"We have house elves which act as servants to help maintain wherever we live. The are useful beings that love cleaning, caring, and cooking. Depending on the size of the family that is how many elves are needed to maintain a household, it is usually one elf to one wizard or witch." Neville piped up with the information.

"How do you know this?" Hermione quizzed Neville, information in any form was always a good thing to them.

"Wizarding charm school. It teaches ladies to be ladies and men to be men. Or that was what my gran told me when she demanded that I go to lessons." Neville said. Ron wasn't disturbed by it. Their folks didn't have the money for pureblood training that would help them later in life. It would've made the twins be kicked out just because of the rules they would've broken in the first week alone. He knew that it was a few hours a day on weekdays with other kids their age so they could all learn and interact with each other. It was in essence, Socializing 101 that was a good refresher course into the real world of adults. He knew it would come in use and was trying to save his allowance for it. He had nearly half of what tuition would cost for a summer.

"How much would it cost to take the class?" Hermione asked, everquesting for the answers.

"100 galleons for registration, 30 galleons per summer." Ron answered. Both Hermione and Harry looked at him in suprise when he saw their looks he replied "I thought it would be useful for later on so I kept saving whatever pocket change Mum gave me when sent me out on errands to do around town for her." They both nodded and agreed with his reasoning in it. It was a thing that was a smart thing to do.

Soon they came to a frame that was just showing a light of day on what looked to be an oasis in a desert. It was a perfect spot for something cold blooded to hangout for a broil.

"Neville, don't be alarmed but we first have to tell you a secret before we let you in on every other secret of ours. It is a necessary secret. Do you want to really be one of our inner circle?" Hermione spoke up. Usually she had the best ways to convince people of doing what they wanted.

"What is the secret?" Neville said, warily.

"We're Parseltongues. All three of us. If you join our group, you would be one too." Ron spoke up. He was always the blunt one of the group, even though his intelligence was razor sharp in subjects he chose.

Neville reeled back at this one statement. His gears went into overdrive thinking. Parseltongue? The ability to speak to snakes. Gee... I wish I could talk to my plants so I could get better at Herbology. Back onto subject... Parseltongue. Hrm... What about them... Have they treated me wrong? No, they did in fact save my life. What if it was a planned complex setup for a flunky? With Thomas helping them... sure... right. He's too stupid to realize that he needs to get up in the morning to get more breakfast and his bag packed with time to spare. What about them? They've tutored me, they've explained Snape to me. Harry has even helped me in Potions, no explosions in awhile. Hrm...

"Neville? You okay? You are zoning out on us." Harry spoke up. It brought Neville back down to the ground. He nodded before thinking about going with his gut on this one.

Then he spoke up, "Sorry about this, just thinking things out so I don't do something rash. Well, let me say that this will not go to anyone else outside of us, deal?" They all nodded at this and he saw them relax a bit more, smiles had broken out from the masks they wore however small they were. So far so good. "Now, what do you mean, I can become one too?"

"Simple really, you just meet our Snake Mother." Harry told him, "She wants to meet you and if she says it is okay, then we'll show you what it takes to be a Parseltongue. Then all we have to do is recruit a couple more people for the other subjects and we'll be the top of our year." The last bit was a little funny. All of them knew they would keep to themselves and anyone that was determined to get help from them would have to be able to wheel and deal with them with either information, money, or an IOU of some kind. Only a teacher usually Flitwick or McGongall, usually asked them to help with tutoring or in Neville's ability with Herbology, Sprout.

"Snake Mother?" Neville asked, still a little warily.

"Issssissss, you can come out now."

"He'ssss a little wary, but that isssssn't a bad thing in this world. A Gryffindor that can excercissse ressstrain insssteresting... He has a secret as bad as your own almost a kindred spirit of a sorts. Interesting. He's a good one. He wasn't worried too much before he started thinking about your abilitity about talking to me and other snakes. He's got a Hufflepuff's heart. He may be one of the Chosen of the school." Isis hissed while she slithered out from behind a painted tree to get closer to the group. Paintings were worlds upong themselves where no thousand words would explain them properly.

"Chosen?" Hermione quizzed Isis.

"In due time, first, let us handle our initiate." Isis's counter was simple and quick. Their Snake Mother knew something and they were determined to find it out. What it was was another thing altogether.

"Neville, this is our Snake Mother, Isis. She approves of you on one condition. " Ron spoke for the group. They were getting to where they could pick up each other's thoughts in a way.

"What is it?" Neville boldly asked.

"To keep our secrets."

"Deal"

Hermione started in next, "Since you are going to be part of this group you are needing a new name. This is your name in the group. Your other name means nothing to us other than it being the name you hold up in public." Neville kinda grinned at this, he had kinda recieved hell in the dormitories because of his name and now his wish was being granted of having a new name. "It is Bran to us. The name comes from Welsh mythology, a god to be specific. Bran is both a dark and a light god, he is both the god of healing and the god of war. It fits you in a way. We know you want to get back at the people that tease you yet you know its petty, childish. You are good at Herbology which is part of the base elements of Potions which aids in Healing. Now if we can instill inside you a dash of confidence that you have in Herbology in everything else in your life, you will become a force to deal with in your side of the Herbology field."

Neville thought about it. They were right. He needed confidence and he was slowly gaining it because of them. They wanted people that were with them to be strong, not just because it would support the group in whole but it would help them support themselves without the group's help. Wetting his lips, he spoke the words that would change his life altogether, "I'm in. What do we need to do to allow me to speak Parseltongue?"

"'Tis simple. We stand in front of Isis, clasp hands, let a green light surround us." Harry spoke. Neville nodded. He had a new way to speak and a new place to get away from his dorm mates. All in all, it was a win-win situation. All four clasps hands and the same green light that had shown up the first night for Ron and Hermione showed up for Neville. "Welcome, Bran, I am Bolt becaussse of my ssscar. " Harry said after the light went away. Neville's eyes bugged out for a moment. It was really Parseltongue!

"I am Brigid, my name was a Welsh goddesss of intelligence and protectiveness. A light and dark god as well but perfect ally to friendss before anyone elsse." Hermione spoke up.

"Burn, bestowed upon me because my hair looks to be burning and clashing with any colors around me." Ron spoke. Neville was slowly getting used to the snake tongue. It was wierd. Now it was his turn coming up.

"Bran as you all know, anyone noticed our fascinationssss with the namesss beginning with the letter B?" All laughed at his wisecrack with pleased titters in their voices.

"Bran, I am Isssiss, the Snake-Mother. You may trust uss all with your secrets that you harbor. " Neville froze up on that. "Yes, I know of your secret but we will not breach of it or our own until you are ready to share. You all may not enter just yet. Bran'sss addition to the group has caused the room to expand and move a bit." All were suprised at that. Rooms really aren't supposed to move around but this was magic, anything happened if so willed. "You will be pleased with the change. You will not have to go back to the dorms if you so choose, Bran." All pumped their fist at that. He would be outside the influence of idiots like Thomas and Finnegan for now. He would attend classes with them but that was it.

The door opened to reveal their new dormitory again. It was almost the same except everything was of four. The desks were grouped together instead of them being a triangle, they were a square. There were four beds instead of three. The colors had streaks of red and gold added into the rugs and beds. All looked around. They noticed an additional bathroom was added but most of all was the large bay windows everywhere.

"Ississ... where are we?" Harry piped up.

"We are located in one of the unused towers. Hufflepuff deemed that quarters for them were to be on lower level while Slytherin initially chose the dungeons to house his students." Isis hissed informatively. "All you have to do to get to your new common room is come up into the tower facing the Forbidden Forest or come to the dungeons/ Slytherin common room through one of my portraits. This common room is only for you, you are Hogwart's Chosen ones."

"Chosen ones?" Hermione's hiss came first, to be echoed by others.

Isis began to explain that all the Founder's had chose special apprentices but in the end left ways for the apprentices to find their teachings, Isis was one of the founders, Slytherin to be precise. His main requirement to become a Chosen was to speak Parseltongue or to be friends with one. Last one was Tom Marvolo Riddle and Severus Snape. They found out their professor could pick up Parseltongue but couldn't speak it. It was a nice bit of information. They didn't know anything about Riddle at all though. Isis wouldn't reveal how the other houses had picked their chosen or where they had secreted them off to as well. She did comment that it was unique to have two houses Chosen banding together, it hadn't happened since the founder's were alive before the infighting happened.

"Your thingsss will be up here by the end of today while you are attending classess, Bran. It is time for you all to go."

Bolt, Burn, and Brigid grabbed their packs so they would be able to get down to breakfast on time while Bran just laughed. His was still on his shoulders when all this had begun. When they stepped back outside the portrait of Isis, the found themselves outside the tower entrance. Making their way down, they had brought up the subject about getting back on Thomas for Bran. Neville just thought about it for awhile. They were almost down to the Great Hall when he brought up his idea.

"I want him embarassed more than anything. He embarrassed me. I want to do it to him. Let him end up in the Lake would be suitable punishment on a colder day." Bran piped up. All just grinned. They all knew he had a dark side and this was a perfect excercise to show it.

"Too bad we can't get Fred and George in on this. They could teach us all they know." Ron said wistfully.

"Why not? Are the rules set in stone or are they meant to be bent and broken?" Hermione countered. Neville looked at Hermione for a moment and just nodded. He wanted so bad to break rules at his Gran's but he wanted to abide by his father's image more than anything else. He wanted to heal his mother and his father more than anything else in the world.

"Let's get them to teach us everything they know and more." Harry suggested.

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Sorry about the delay. Would've had this up awhile ago but I got arrested because of stupid traffic tickets. I have this thing planned out a bit. I think I am going to need a beta reader once I truly focus on getting these fics of mine going.