Title: Parseltongue
Author: HatefulSoul
Rating: M (just in case)
Summary: Harry goes numb after Sirius' death and just looks for a way to feel. Funny how something he inadvertently inherited from Voldemort is the only thing that can bring Harry back. (I suck at summaries, please read)
A/N: Read/Review…Reviewer responses are at the end! Enjoy!
Parseltongue
Chapter 1: Tarnished Gold and Sly Snakes
"Harry I-"
"God damnit, Hermione, just drop it okay! I don't want to talk about Sirius! And what in fucks name gave the both of you the right to go through my things!"
"Harry, we were just wor-"
Its been going on like this for months.
Since the day they found me in Diagon Alley I've been telling them I'm fine, and that there's honestly nothing to talk about, but do you think they listen? Noooo…over protective bastards…
I got detention today too, just got back in fact. I accidentally transfigured Malfoy into a ferret, then he came flying and tearing up my face, there was blood and fur everywhere. It was perfect. The adrenaline. I noticed only last month that Malfoy is the only person or thing that has been able to make me feel much of anything since Sirius…I guess that's why I did it.
McGonagall, however, did not like the show…nor the state of her classroom afterwards, so naturally we both received detention.
Cleaning I could have done, hell sitting quietly with Malfoy I might have been able to live with but meeting with Dumbledore and having him tell me I have to move in with Malfoy after holidays and then come back to this shit…its just not right…not right at all…
Hermione was holding my diary when I walked in…just about to open it, my side of the dorm was a complete wreck, that's what brings me to this situation of completely ignoring Hermione's explanation, snatching my diary and invisibility cloak and storming out of the tower once again.
"Fuckin' bitch…" It's not like I haven't put wards on the thing but still…they have no damn right going through my things. Just because I don't tell them every fucked up thought that comes into my head doesn't…ugg it just doesn't!
I throw the invisibility cloak over my head and aim for the direction of the Quidditch pitch. I've been traveling this same path since the beginning of the year. It's the only place in the whole of Hogwarts that seems as empty as I am.
I take my usual seat in the Slytherin stands and roll up my sleeves preparing for my release. I undo the glimmer charm (I could heal all my scars in one spell but I find it more comforting to still feel them when I'm done) and take Sirius' knife from inside my pocket. It's so beautiful the way the moonlight dances on the surface of the blade.
Each cut is shallow but the sting is what I aim for. That sharp, sweet sting; I'm almost tempted to pour salt on it to make it worse. As the blood drips down my wrists I stare up into the clear night sky, inhaling sharply as the cool air hits my wounds. It was nearly midnight before I put the glimmer charm on, deciding to head back to the tower.
I nearly ran straight into Malfoy as he was coming out of the building towards the direction of the quidditch pitch. I didn't feel like fighting again so soon so I just snuck back into the tower to rest well before classes tomorrow morning.
What a total shit day. At breakfast Ron and Hermione tried to explain just why they decided to wreck my room and yet again I told them I didn't want to hear it. But what pissed me off most was that Ron had gotten hold of my sketchbook and decided to return it to me. Bastard probably flipped through the damned thing and showed some teacher that "oh yes, Harry's gone completely mental, really disturbed, he is, maybe we should monitor him some more and force him to go through some more grueling tasks that would result in the death of more loved ones!" Oh hell, so I'm being melodramatic but it's highly possible considering those two gits.
After that I managed to deduct a full 100 points from Gryffindor for actually doing a potion correctly! I'm so glad today's Halloween and we've got shortened lessons. So I'm going to head out to the Pitch, I can't wait till tonight to release this tension. I hope no-. What the fuck! Just my luck, I run into Draco Malfoy and literally bust my ass in front of him…perfect.
"Do watch where you're going, Scarhead." I push myself up from the ground bringing us face to face.
"And you might want to be more careful when you're sneaking off to have midnight trists with whatever girl you're fucking this week. It wouldn't do to have a prefect setting such a bad example." I whisper dangerously before turning swiftly heading toward my initial destination, leaving Malfoy in complete shock. For some reason just having to say that made me even more upset than I was already…
I roll up my sleeves once again, preparing for my release when…
Hello.
"Who's there?" I hastily shove the blade back in my pocket and stare wildly around me. I saw no one, though I did feel something sliding up my arm….It was the most beautiful snake I'd ever seen in my life. It was all black with red marks that looked like fire running along its back, it's belly was black and grey, with little prints that looked like lightening. It was no longer than about seven inches, such a tiny thing…
You can understand me?
"Oh, um, yes, I'm a Parselmouth…What are you doing all the way up here?" They were at the top of the Slytherin stands in the Quidditch Pitch after all.
Well my owner brings me up here sometimes to talk and look around. I imagine I must have fallen out of the bag…What's your name?
"Sorry, I'm Harry, Harry Potter. And you are?"
My name's Anna. My owner insists on calling me Salazar though… I chuckled a little at her obvious frustration.
"Hmph…must be a Slytherin…I thought you said you came up here to talk though?"
Oh yes. He talks and since he can't understand me, I just listen. There was silence for a moment while the snake wrapped herself around my wrist in attempts to keep warm.
Would you mind sitting with me for a while? It's been ages since I've had a decent conversation…
"Anna, that's just completely insane you realize? A snake, deathly afraid of bugs!" I manage to say while trying to catch my breath from laughter.
I missed the feast while I was sitting outside, so I offered to bring her back to the dungeons on my way to the kitchens. She said that her owner just doesn't understand that crickets frighten her so she's basically remained hungry for quite some time.
Once we were done eating I brought her back to the outside of the Slytherin common room (with her guidance of course).
"I hope to hear from you again, Anna…In all honesty I haven't had a decent conversation in some time too…It might be a strange request but I really do hope we can be friends…" I've cracked, I've finally cracked…I'm actually asking a snake to be my new best friend…this is insane…
Of course, Harry! Oh, its just so good to finally have someone to talk to! I tell you what…my owner brings me up to the Slytherin stands every night, he usually leaves by 12…if you can be there by then I'd love to talk to you again.
I've just gotten back to my dorm. And for the first night in a long time I slept…No nightmares, still no feelings but at least it was sleep…I'd forgotten all about Malfoy and Ron and Hermione. I'd forgotten all about Sirius…I still cut, but it seemed almost mechanical this time around…
A/N: I'll try to have the chapters coming out weekly at the very least…gimme some encouragement though…review, pleeeeeeeze!
Danny: lol okay darlin' but it's a draco/harry story…lol and I'm gonna put up a story that you requested…lol such a boy…
JennyLee: thanks for the input! I'll try to keep it coming!
Fear Of Apathy: ohhhh yes it is always hot! Lol thanx for reviewing!
Tyleet27: I did practically have the story lines written out but I guess you're right…harry and draco definitely makes more sense considering I've already written the sequel…thanx for reviewing I hope you'll like the rest!
Sheree: omg yes I definitely hate him too! Lol I promise ill find a way to work it out just right! Lol