"Here we are." Harry looked around the dormitory, obviously impressed.
"I like it here. What's the password again?" Harry asked.
"Pure-bloods." Harry smirked.
"Good one," he said as he sat down on his new bed. "As we all are pure-blood. Okay, we have half an hour so I'll explain quickly. First I need to go to the bathroom." Harry hurried into the bathroom. "Dad!" he shouted into the keychain. His father's face appeared.
"Yes?"
"Dumbledore is doing an experiment and the fifth to seventh years got resorted. I'm in Slytherin but I told everyone that's because I speak Parseltongue. Anyways, I'm friends with the Slytehrins, and I wanted to tell them who I really am. Is that all right with you?" Harry said in one breath.
"Who are you telling?"
"Draco already knows, but I wanted to tell Blaise, Millicent, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle."
"A good group to be with. Tell them if you wish, but be sure that nobody overhears."
"Yes, father. I better go." Harry jammed the keychain into his pocket as he walked back into his dormitory.
"Are you serious! That's so cool," Pansy said.
"Yeah, I know. I also decided that I'm going to stay in Slytherin," Harry said grinning. "But don't tell anyone about that. I want it to be a surprise."
"Okay," Pansy said as she and Millicent hugged him. "Welcome to Slytherin!"
"Thanks. We better go. We need to make fools out of the stupid Gryffindors now." The others eagerly nodded as they ran to their classes. Pansy, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle followed Harry outside. Pansy was clutching onto his arm and the others were smiling smugly.
"What is he doing!" Hermione asked as the group approached them.
"Are they worshipping Harry?" Ron asked, his eyes wide. Hermione stood in shock.
"Hiya, Harry!" Hagrid said walking out of his hut. His eyes narrowed when he saw whom Harry was with.
"Hi, Hagrid!" Harry replied warmly. He might be in Slytherin, but he still liked Hagrid. The others heard him and imitated him.
"Why are you all saying 'hi' to me?" he asked suspiciously.
"It isn't a crime now to say 'hi' is it?" Harry asked innocently. He received a glare from the teacher.
"That wasn't even fun!" Draco complained as they ate dinner. "Gryffindors ruin everything!"
"Let's go," Harry said. He was done eating and didn't feel like waiting around. He wanted to talk to Clarida. His new friends stood up and as they walked down the corridor, Harry pulled the tiny snake out of his pocket.
"I'm bored," he hissed. The snake looked at him. "I like being in Slytherin, but I want to hurt the awful Gryffindors."
"You can only if you're careful." Harry face lit up.
"Will father give me permission?"
"If you don't get caught or hurt in any way, then yes." Harry smiled widely.
"Thanks Clarida. I'm going to make some plans."
"What were you talking about?" Draco asked Harry.
"Tell you when we get into the common room," Harry replied.
"Why not now? It's only us here."
"No, I can tell that two people are around. They aren't in invisible, but-" Harry turned abruptly pulling a tapestry away from the wall.
"Eek!" Hermione and Ron said as they tried to escape. Crabbe and Goyle pulled them back effortlessly.
"Why were you spying on us?" Harry asked them. They remained silent. "I could have let something slip!" he muttered loud enough for only the Slytherins to hear. "So why were you spying on us?"
"Why were you hissing?" Ron asked bravely.
"I was talking to my snake," Harry said pulling Clarida out of his pocket. "Now answer my question!"
"We were taking a short cut and heard the end as we were stepping out," Ron said attempting to pass it off as a good lie.
"Then why were you there the whole time?" Harry demanded.
"How did you know?" Hermione squeaked.
"I just did. Let's just say the snake told me." This wasn't true, but Harry didn't want to say the truth.
"Get away from me and NEVER listen to privet conversations again!" Harry said.
"Why? You sometimes do. I remember plenty of times at the burrow," Ron retorted.
"They weren't as privet as this. Besides, if they didn't want it to be heard, then they could have easily done just that." Harry marched away to the dungeons and his friends followed.
"We need to tell this to Ginny."
"You think!"
"Let's go eat. It's a new day. Come on!" Draco said dragging Harry out of his bed.
"No! Want to sleep," Harry muttered sleepily clutching onto his pillow.
"Come on. The mail comes in ten minutes." Harry rolled over and got dressed. He liked the Slytherin uniforms much better then his own from Gryffindor. At last he was ready and the tired group headed for the Great Hall. Harry had barely sat down when the owls soared into the room.
"Harry never gets owls. How come he has two with packages?" Hermione asked Ron curiously. Ginny shrugged.
"Hey! Harry, look out!" Millicent said as the owls knocked his pumpkin juice over. Harry untied the letters and packages quickly. He opened the letters. One was from his father and the other from Lucius Malfoy.
They both said that they were proud of him being in Slytherin. They were happy that he made friends with decent people and was having a great time. Harry skimmed them and reached for the parcels. The first one was from Draco's father and contained a basket of sweets. The one from his father also contained sweets, a new book about quidditch, and a message in Parseltongue to meet him in the Chamber of Secrets at ten in a fortnight. His friends could come along, too.
"Is that message in Parseltongue?" Draco whispered to Harry.
"Yeah. I didn't know you could write it."
"Me neither. What does it say?"
"To meet my father in the Chamber of Secrets at ten in two weeks. You can come if you want." Draco nodded and told Pansy the news as Hermione, Ron, and Ginny walked over.
"What does it say?" Ron asked Hermione as she strained to look.
"It's in some kind of code. I must have seen something like this in Ancient Runes," she said.
Harry clutched onto his letter before noticing the three Gryffindors.
"What do you want?" he hissed angrily, jamming the letter into his pocket.
"What did you say?" Ron asked curiously. Harry cleared his throat.
"What do you want?" Harry asked again, this time in English.
"Nothing. Just wanted to see who sent you the parcels," Ginny said.
"Git," Draco said. He saw Harry's temper rising. As much as he wanted the mudblood and blood-traitors to be dead, he had promised to keep Harry out of trouble. Killing his old friends would get his friend into a lot of trouble.
"Let's go, Harry," Draco said. Harry didn't move, but a muscle in his jaw twitched. "Come on, Jerry," he whispered. Harry glared at the Gryffindors and walked out of the room.
"Don't do that again unless you want yourselves killed," he said as he followed his friend. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles as they moved towards the three.
"Don't bother. They're not worth it," Draco called over his shoulder.
"Did you recognize it?" Ron asked when they were out of earshot.
"No-yes!" Hermione said suddenly her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. "Oh no! I'm almost positive it was Parseltongue. Of course it is very rare and it is hardly ever written. But I have once seen a short letter in a book. I think it was the same symbols. You can only understand it if you speak Parseltongue, so unless we hear what it says from Harry or some other Slytherin who he told, we have no chance of knowing what it says."
"But who would write to Harry in Parseltongue? Nobody knows it except-"
"Yes, Ron. Except for you-know-who. And Harry is in Slytherin hanging out with the children of Death Eaters!"
"No Hermione. I'm sure you're wrong. Harry will snap out of it when he comes back to Gryffindor. He can't be talking to you-know-who. He would kill Harry. Maybe it's blackmail?" Ginny suggested her eyes filling with tears.
"Yeah, you're right. I know lots of symbols that look like that. It can't be Parseltongue. Besides Harry has tried to kill you-know-who lots of times. He wouldn't be on his side. I can't believe we are even suggesting that Harry is bad!" Hermione exclaimed trying to believe what she was saying.
"Harry is really good. I bet that he is just trying to make it through the time he has to spend in Slytherin. He is being rude to us, because he is trying to make 'friends' with the Slytherins. He doesn't want to be attacked by them. In less then two weeks, Harry will be with us again and hate the Slytherins." Ginny was sure she was right.
"Uh huh. It all fits. Good job, Ginny. Let's give Harry a rest," Ron said as they marched off towards their common room.