Chapter 1. And to the sorting!
Dedication: For BlueEyes White Dragon Sorcerer.
Summary: When Harry was born there was an accident and now he can only speak Parseltounge and sign language. And since this is an AU, I shall give Harry a sister. :) Me happy...
Also, this is my first ever Harry Potter fic. It's not my first fanfiction. But it is my first HP one.
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Harry always knew he was different. What with all the 'accidents' he and Harriet caused, he wasn't as surprised as he should have been when Hagrid told he was a wizard. Harriet was his sister. His twin sister to be exact. And if you didn't want to end up in much pain, you would call her Harri. Dudley learned that the hard way. Harry never forgot the look on Dudleys face as Harri beat him up.
Harry didn't really have any friends at the Dursleys. Everyone was either scared of him, or scared of Dudley. Harry didn't mind being a social outcast. The best part was that his sister could speak to him and understand him. They had a special language of hissing and such. That was why the other kids were afraid of him. Harry was jerked out of his thoughts as the compartment door opened and showed a freckly red head standing there.
"Do you mind if I sit in here? It's just that every where else is full... "
"No, not at all." Harri replied pointing to the seat opposite her and Harry and then going back to her reading.
"My name's Ron. Ronald Weasly." Ron introduced himself.
"Harri, and Harry Potter." Harri said without looking up from her magazine.
Ron stared at them.
"So, is it true?" Ron wonderd aloud.
"Is what true?" Harri asked irritably.
"Do you two really have the - the... " Ron trailed off.
"The scars? Yeah." Harri lifted up her fringe and Harry did likewise.
"Wow." Ron continued staring at them.
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Are you going to do anything other than stare at us? If so, I'm afraid I will eject you forcibly from the compartment and hex you." Harri said glancing up from her book.
Ron paled and looked away. Thankfully for Ron a diversion arrived in the form of... Hermione Granger.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Nevile's lost one."
(I LOVE THAT LINE!)
"No." replied Ron staring at Hermie, er, Hermione.
"No." Harri muttered.
Harry shook his head. Hermione stared at the two twins.
"You know, I'm begining to wonder if staring is a habit here... " Harri muttered, still not looking up from her book.
Harry accidentally let out a hiss like laugh. Ron and Hermione stared at him. Harry blushed embarrassedly.
"Look, I will eject you two forcibly from here if you don't stop staring." Harri said threatiningly standing up.
Ron hurridly looked out the window and Hermione averted her gaze to Harri.
"So, are you two the Potter twins? I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said sitting down next to Ron.
"What is it to you if we are or we aren't?" Harri asked, rather rudely.
"So, that's a yes then?" Hermione replied.
Harri scowled. Harry grinned. If Hermione didn't watch her step she'd be very sorry.
"So, Harry," Hermione asked looking rather pointedly at him. "What house do you think you'll be in?"
Harry looked rather nervously at Harri. She nodded.
"Ssshees sssaa sssslassia." Harry hissed.
Hermione and Ron looked rather curiously at him.
"You're staring at him again."
"Sorry, but I didn't understand a word of that." Hermione said bluntly.
"Really? I thought it was quite simple to understand. Harry said, 'I don't know what house I'll be in and I don't really care.'" Harri interpreted.
Harry stared hard at her and nudged her in the ribs.
"What!" Harri asked. "Oh, fine. He really said, 'I don't know what house I'll be in.' Happy now?" she asked Harry.
He nodded and started hissing again.
"Oh, okay. Harry asked if you wouldn't mind not staring at us when we're talking?" Harri asked in mock politeness.
"But surely you won't be able to have a conversation -" Hermione was cut off by some more hissing, but this time from Harri.
Harry grinned again at the look on Hermione's face as Harri started talking. And saying some rather insulting things that sounded like 'know-it-all' and 'Think you're better than everyone else'. Ron suddenly cut through the 'talking' by saying something very interesting.
"No way! Are you two Parselmouths?"
"What the heck is that?" Harri asked cutting her demonstraition of her and Harrys 'language' short.
"Of course!" Hermie (Sorry, but I HAVE to call her that. OotP. Grawp rawks!) blurted out.
"Of couse, what, Hermie?" Harri asked grinning at the new found nickname that apparently annoyed Hermione as she glared at Harri pointedly.
"That would explain the hissing talk that we can't understand. You can talk to snakes!" Hermione said revealing her knowledge of books.
(Smarty pants. :) )
"That would explain how you st that boa constrictor on Dudley, Harry. And how I can talk to Sheeria... " Harri started rummaging in her trunk.
"Ah-ha! Look, here she is!" Harri pulled back the lid of a cardboard box with air holes to show a bright green garden snake.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Harri asked as Sheeria slithered out of the box and crawled up Harrys arm, who started hissing to her.
"Yes, very pretty." Ron replied in a tone that suggested that he thougt the snake was anything but. Hermione shrank back into her seat and squeeked a small 'Yes!'
Harri grinned. This was interesting. Who would have thought that a know-it-all would be afraid of snakes?
"Look, Hermie. She likes you." Harri said gently picking up Sheeria and deposetting her in Hermione's lap.
Hermione squeeked again.
"What, Hermie, you're not afraid of snakes are you?" Harri grinned more evily than ever.
Sheeria hissed and slithered off Hermione's lap and into Harri's.
"You knew very well I was afraid of snakes!" Hermione snapped.
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The room was very quiet and still. The twins glanced around. The great hall had suddenly became silent as the first years entered the room.
"What's with the hat?" Harry hissed to his sister.
"No idea." came the reply.
Professor McGonagall stepped up to the stool with a roll of partchment in her hand.
"Bones, Amanda."
A nervous looking girl stepped up to the stool and sat down placing the hat on her head. And then the hat started talking.
"I know... HUFFLEPUFF!"
The table at the far left cheered and Amanda gratefuly went and sat down.
( 25 minutes later... (I'm too lazy to write down every name the Hat says and you would probably get bored with it))
"Potter, Harriet."
A buzz of whispers shot around the room as the pupils muttered about Harri. Things like 'Is her brother here?' , 'Did you know she and Harry beat You - Know - Who?' and 'Do you think she'd give me her autograph?' where the most common things.
McGonagall placed the hat on her head. Harri's lips moved furiously as she argued with the Hat. Every time the at came close to a decision, it veered off in a different direction. Finally the Hat shouted
"SLYTHERIN!"
Harri grinned at her brother as she walked over to the table second from the right that was cheering profously
"Potter, Harry."
The whispers started again. This time the Hat was much quicker and Harry didn't appear to talk to it.
"SLYTHERIN!"
And another cheer.
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And that is chapter 1 of my horrifically boring story. Go on. Tell me you don't like it. I'll actually be very surprised if anyone does like it. Mwahahahahahaha! I shall not be updateing in a while (for anyone who cares) as I have school and homework and school and other stories and school and writers block for most of them and school. Oh, and did I mention, school:) Mwahahaha. I'll se ya'll next chappie.