Author note: Yes, it's who you think it is. HAHAHA! Everything will be explained, however, not in this chapter. This chapter you get a bit more of the mystery.

The man had been resting. It was spread through the Order that, indeed, Sirius Black had somehow returned. He asked that he be left alone for a day or so to recover from his injuries after having escaped his second prison. He promised them that he would tell them all about it after he had time to rest. Remus, Rose, Ginny, Ron, and Harry left him and began their way to the Burrow for lunch.

The lunch table was bustling as usual, for everyone had arrived. Fred and George closed shop simply locking the doors and leaving a note that read: "Mum's cooking. Be Back Later."

Fleur and Bill arrived from their long stay abroad. Bill nearly salivated all over the kitchen floor, having been away from his mother's home cooking for so long. Charlie even made it to the table since the dragons were starting their mating cycle. It was best not to bother them, so he intended to take a couple weeks off and visit home.

The rest of the brood was milling about handling their plates when a loud shriek pierced everyone's ears. They turned to see Ginny standing on a chair by the door. How fast it took her to get on the chair, no one will ever know since she moved so quickly. Harry walked over to her to see her looking sick.

"Ginny? What is it?"

All she could do was point.

Lying at the base of the cabinets two feet away from the chair was a long, scaly, shiny, black snake. Its eyes were green and its tongue flicked wildly at the taste of the food that lingered in the air. It turned to regard Harry. Harry, in turn, faced it. Harry's face went blank as he looked into the emerald eyes that could rival in color to his own.

"Oi! Harry, get that bloody thing out of here, would you?"

Ron's words didn't break the silence that seemed to befall the household or Harry's enchantment with the serpent.

Harry was the only one that heard the word 'food' escapes the snake's lips, or what there was of them.

Harry's mouthed thinned and replied, "Get out. There is nothing for you here. Find a nest in the garden."

With a nod of its head, the snake obliged and slithered back out the crack it had used to enter. Harry stood for a moment and watched the snake shrink away and crawl out of sight before he turned back to the table and took a seat with Ginny by his side.

Rose stood absolutely thunderstruck. She could not believe what just came from Harry's lips. Remus looked up at Harry.

"Harry, please in English, if you don't mind."

Harry had no idea he just used Parseltongue to chase the snake out of the house. It just came naturally.

"I'm sorry. I guess it just slipped. I told it to leave and find food somewhere else."

"Rose, dear, are you quite alright?" Molly asked slightly perplexed with why Rose was standing there with her mouth agape staring incredulously at Harry.

"Hmm?" Rose replied still entranced with Harry, but never actually hearing Molly's question.

"Yes, Parseltongue is rare, but I do believe there have been reports of it. Surely you've heard of it before?" Molly asked.

Rose broke her trance and looked to Remus with a narrowed expression as if the answer was written on his forehead. "Yes, I have. That's the problem."

She sat back down leaving everyone around to wonder what she was going on about. At least, until the exact same question was asked.

"What are you going on about? It's not like he's channeling You-Know-Who. He just has that gift. It spooked us all back in second year. Gave everyone quite a fright, I suspect. Especially Justin. But that has nothing to do with anything evil. It's just something Harry has. I find it fascinating sometimes…"

"Ron, hush!" This coming from his mother as his rambling was incessant and he failed to notice the deathly pale color on Rose.

Remus looked into her eyes and reached a hand to hers lying on the table. "What is it?"

Instead of answering him, Rose opened her mouth, reached out her left hand, and began to hiss. Within seconds, an orange at the top of the fruit bowl jumped from its nestled position, flew through the air, and slammed into Rose's awaiting hand, not only displaying for everyone her abilities with wandless magic, but also Parseltongue. She set the orange back down on the table in front of her and looked down to her hands.

"Bloody hell."

"RONALD!"

"Sorry, mum."

"What's so wrong with that?" Harry asked her.

"I don't know if I should tell you, to be honest," Rose said.

Remus squeezed her hand. "Go ahead."

Clearing her throat, Rose looked back up to Harry and met his eyes so that he knew what she was about to say was truth.

"It is known in my family. Parseltongue. I discovered that…I discovered that only the direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin himself can speak it."

Remus took a sharp look at Harry, who returned the wide eyed expression. Everyone else just sat there.

After a few moments, Ron spoke up. "Well, that's simple. When He cursed Harry, he transferred his Parseltongue to him. Dumbledore said so. Didn't he, Harry?"

"Yeah." It took a moment before he answered but that was all Harry could say. But the answer didn't seem like the truth. There was something in the way Rose looked at him that made him feel like he couldn't help but believe what she said. And if what she said was true, then Harry was Voldemort's blood.

"Excuse me."

Harry stood and left the table. He didn't want to listen to the reasons and rationalizations fleeting through his mind. He reached his room and sat down on the bed.

"He transferred his power to me. That's what happened. That's why we're connected. It's the scar," he told himself. He was interrupted by a knock on his door.

"Harry? Can I speak with you?"

It was Rose.

"NO! I don't want to hear anything else you have to say."

Rose stood outside the door and let her head hang low. She didn't mean to upset him, but he had asked. All she could do was tell him the truth.

"Harry, I made a promise to you years ago, that if you ever wanted to know what happened I would tell you. I would always tell you the truth no matter how hard it would be for you to hear it. Even if it meant that my charm would break. I am still willing to keep that promise, Harry. I want you to talk to me when you're ready."

And Rose left the door and went back to the kitchen to finish her meal.

Above her head, Harry slammed his fist into the wall. "You will tell me everything. When I'm ready to hear it, you will tell me everything."