Snake House Chapter Three
A/N: It deleted most of the chapter, for some strange reason. I think it's fixed now, and I'm SOOO sory for the confusion.
Harry looked up at the castle as they approached. It was magnificent. Harry looked at Cleo and Daemon, who were looking up at it in awe. Bill was looking bored, Harry guessed he had seen it before, and Harry found himself thinking back to what he had drawn.
The castle in his drawing was the same as the one he was looking at that moment. Harry sighed, feeling an impending doom grab him. Bill looked over at Harry in concern. "I'm fine, just thinking." Harry said, and Bill, though he looked skeptical, dropped the subject. They came closer and closer to the castle, and soon, Harry could make out patches of ivy crawling up the walls. The carriages moved closer, until Harry could see outlines of people in the castle.
"Here we are." Bill said as the carriage pulled to a stop. They climbed out, Cleo and Daemon staring in awe at the huge school. Cleo said "Harry, it's just like your drawing."
Bill looked at Harry. "You sketch?" Harry shrugged. "I do, but I'm not very good." Bill turned to him. "Will you show me sometime?" "If you really want to see." Harry said, before turning to Daemon.
"I need to discuss a few things with you and Cleo." He said. Daemon nodded. "I figured as much." Bill looked rather put out, so Cleo engaged him in a conversation that lasted as they walked up the steps. Harry stopped in front of the doors, and Bill opened them and stepped to the front of the group. "Follow me."
They walked down a corridor and into a small room. "You two," Bill said. "Stay here until a lady comes to find you. Daemon, you came with me." And he left, with Daemon trailing behind him.
Half an hour had passed, and Harry was getting bored. They were in what looked to be an unused classroom, so he started smashing the desks into little pieces...with his hands. Harry happily smashed four before sitting on the last one in the front row. He let his hands hang above the floor, so he wouldn't drip blood all over his clothes. Cleo looked at his hands and rolled her eyes.
"No more breaking things with your bare hands." She glowered at Harry. Harry shrugged. "Fine. I'll break things with my bare feet. Let's practice with out daggers." Harry proposed, lighting up. "Fine, bujt not the poisoned ones. I don't have antivenin on me." She said, and Harry giggled, drawing his favorite dagger. It was titanium and platinum, with a snake made of jade wrapped around the entire thing, with the snake's head at the top of the blade, close to the tip. It was inlaid and covered in a clear substance that protected it, so there was no chance of it being torn off or chipped in a battle.
Laughing, Cleo drew her own dagger. Hers was made of pure white gold, with Japanese symbols engraved into it. Harry brought his blade to the ready, and he waited for Cleo to get a good grip before attacking. Cleo blocked it and returned the attack, nicking Harry's finger. He laughed, because pain didn't bother him at all and attacked, bringing his dagger to rest on her throat.
"I call a rematch!" Cleo cried, and Harry moved away, raising his dagger. As he moved to attack, Cleo struck like a coiled snake. A huge gash appeared on his upper bicep. "Good reflexes." He complimented as he attacked randomly. Cleo nodded and slashed his other arm. "I know." she said. Harry faked an attack and brought the dagger to her throat again. "But not nearly good enough." Harry added, and Cleo laughed. Another fight began.
Another half hour later, twelve fights, and various cuts later, Harry and Cleo were attacking fiercely. Cleo had no cuts on her, as Harry hated causing Cleo pain, but Cleo had no such limitations, as Harry didn't mind the pain anyway. So Harry was littered with cuts, some of the newer ones bleeding profusely, and the oldest bleeding sluggishly. Cleo had just slashed Harry's left leg, and Harry was returning attack, when a loud, shrill voice broke through their concentration.
"What in the name of Merlin is going on?" A tall, stern lady demanded. Cleo shrugged. "We were training." She explained, wiping sweat from her brow. "I never!" the lady practically creamed. "The boy is almost bleeding to death!" she shouted, and Harry shook his head.
"I'm fine. they are all shallow surface wounds." Harry said, and the lady puffed up. "I don't care. You are going to the hospital wing, even if I have to stun you and carry you up those stairs." She informed them, so they followed without complaint. Once in the wing, the lady called for the nurse, who came bustling out, only to scream and drag Harry to a bed.
"What happened?" She asked, and Cleo shrugged. "We were training, and this lady decided we had to come here." she said, and the nurse tutted. "Well, we will heal you right up." She said, waving her wand and healing the cuts. Another wave of her wand, and Harry's clothes were clean and no longer had slashes in the fabric.
The nurse checked Cleo as well, and gave her a potion that made her ears steam, before deeming them ready to leave the wing. The lady who had brought them there brought them to another small room, and she said "My name is Professor McGonagal, and I am the transfiguration professor. You will have class tomorrow, this will be your schedule. You can go to Hogsmede, which is a little village outside of Hogwarts, and you can choose classes." She said quickly. "Now, you will be sorted, come out with me." She said, turning to the door and exiting. Harry and Cleo shared nervous looks before following gracefully. Professor McGonagal said "Choos who will go first." She said, and Harry whispered "You go ahead. It will take much of the attention off you if you go first."
Cleo stepped forward and put on the hat. It took a few moments, but the hat's rip opened wide and shouted "SLYTHRIN!" Cleo went to the table that was clapping, sitting next to a dark haired boy. Harry stepped forward and placed the hat on his head.
Well, well, well, Mr. Potter, or York, shall I say? I was giving up hope that they would find you. Now, where shall I put you? You are Heir to all four founders, as well as Merlin, so anywhere will be good. Where do you want to go? The hat asked. Harry thought a moment. I want to go where I will do my best." The hat seemed pleased. I was hoping you would say that. Well, you had better be a- "SLITHRIN!" shouted the Hat, and Harry went over to that table. The Slythrin table cheered and Harry sat down in between Cleo and a sandy haired boy and across from Draco. "Draco Malfoy." Draco reintroduced himself. "Harry York, though people around here keep calling me Potter." Harry replied, not noticing the looks of shock. Draco nodded.
"You know, you are famous in the Wizarding world." He commented, and Harry's eyes got wide. "Funny, but I'm just some weird new kid. I'm no one special." Harry said. Draco stared. "You survived a curse no one before you has. You are a legend, a savior for this world. You even have the scar." Draco said, pushing back Harry's bangs, exposing the scar. "But I'm no one special. I have never killed anyone, and I'm not immortal." Harry protested, and the Slythrins protested, but dropped the subject.
Draco looked at his pocket watch. "Come on, I'll show you the common room." He said to Harry, and Harry looked at Cleo, who kept talking to a blonde girl. He sighed and left the hall with Draco.
They walked down stone steps to the dungeons, and walked until they reached a stretch of wall with an almost unnoticeable snake carved into it. it hissed, and Harry jumped when he could understand it. Sssstupid Humansss. It hissed. Excuse me, but could you refrain from insulting me and my friend? Harry asked politely. The snake blinked. Go inside, snake-speaker. the wall slid aside. Harry looked over at Draco, who was staring with his mouth hanging open.
"You're a parselmouth!" he said excitedly. Harry looked at him in confusion. "A what?" He asked. "You can talk to snakes!" Draco clarified. Harry shrugged. "So?" He asked. "You, Harry, are totally clueless." He announced, before entering the common room.
Looking around, Harry thought Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
A/N: Well? what do you think? I really didn't like this chapter, but it was necessary. Anyway, tell me what you think. It takes less than five minutes, so please take the time to review.