Trapped in a Serpent's Coils
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" Avada Kedavra"- English
$ Avada Kedavra$- Parseltongue
A Salutary Seventh:
The next morning, Harry woke to light streaming into his eyes. He was about to roll over and fall asleep, when he realized that the surface he was laying on was oddly soft for a pile of grass. Harry stiffened immediately and tried to remember what had happened the day before. Where was he? Suddenly, knocking on the door brought forth a rush of memories.
An annoyed voice on the other side of the door call out angrily, "Get up Potter, it's time to go to see Madame Pomfrey!"
Madame Pomfrey? Who was that? Oh! The Mediwitch, he was supposed to see her today. Harry groaned and sat up; displacing his two snakes whom immediately began to squabble for the warm patch of bed he had left behind. This, as usual, led to a victorious Tähdet and a pathetically whining Käärme. Harry had, by this point finally finished shuffling to the door and yanked it open. He glared balefully at the old bat who stood outside his door.
"Grrr."
"Up Potter, I don't have all day." With that, the old bat spun around and left, his robes flaring. Harry, who was still in the rags he'd stolen from rangers at the preserve, trotted after the man, his parents behind him. When they finally arrived at the infirmary, Harry had broken out of his post slumber haze. The Mediwitch, a rather friendly looking older lady took one look at Harry and tsked angrily at the bat.
"Severus! The poor boy looks exhausted! And what pestilence ridden rags are he wearing?!"
This loud chiding went on for several minutes before the tall man finally had enough and glaring death at the Mediwitch, stalked proudly out of the infirmary. With that distraction gone, the elder witch turned her full attention on Harry. While she bustled around him casting diagnostic spells, she began to criticize his weigh, his clothing, and then… she went too far.
"Honestly though! Living with two snakes?! I wonder what horrid disease they gave you!" scolded to witch disapprovingly.
The room froze for a moment before the temperature began to drop. As the serpentine trio all met her gaze at once, Pomfrey could have sworn her very blood froze. Harry looked very intimidating, all 4'2" of him, with wild malachite eyes and weaving snakes behind him, he was the very picture of some fairy tale changeling.
"Don't you ever dare insult my parentsss again, undersssstand?$ Harry was too angry to realize that the last part of the sentence was spoken in parseltongue. He simple got up and walked out of her infirmary, leaving Madame Pomfrey collapsed against a hospital bed clutching her heart.
After twenty minutes of pointless wandering, Harry was willing to admit, in the privacy of his own mind, that perhaps his actions were a bit rash. Just as he was about to beg his parents to help him get, err… unlost, he spotted the tiny man from last night rounding a corner. Harry was very amused when the little man suddenly looked up and squeaked in fear.
"Hello sir, I'm Harry Potter. Who might you be?" asked Harry politely.
The poor man was so distraught at the very sight of Tähdet he didn't reply for a moment. Then as if registering other beings in the hall beside the enormous snake for the first time, he squeaked again in shock. Harry could literally see him try to pull himself together, a great feat as Tähdet was hissing death threats to the "ikle bitty foodlings." A few moments later, he was coherent enough to reply.
"Well, Mr. Potter," the little man squeaked, feigning composure, "My name is Professor Flitwick and I am the Charms teacher at Hogwarts as well as the head of the House Ravenclaw."
Harry smiled and decided to pump the professor for information. "A teacher! Well Professor, were the rest of the people whom retrieved me also teachers?"
The two wandered off down the corridor together in amicable conversation occasionally punctured by Tähdet's whines of $Can I hasss the ikle bitty Foodlingsss now? Ikle Hatchlingss, I promissse not to leave any… evidence behindsss!$
A/n: Sorry it isn't very interesting; this chapter was just here to tie up some loose ends. I just want to thank Alice's Lover for being an amazing beta and helping me! If there are any problems anyone spots please tell me and I will fix it. Also, people have been asking about why Harry spoke English so well, that's because in one of the earlier chapters, I had Dumbledore cast a translation spell on Harry (Or maybe I was just hallucinating… can someone make sure and tell me?) Please review! By now you must know how much it means to me!
Stardust of Orion- You're most welcome! Thank you very much for you reviews; they are very encouraging, and helpful! I'm ecstatic that you found it funny! Thank you so much for your support! Yes, the man was Flitwick, before I started writing the chapter I had a sudden image of that in my head and well…
Midnight69060- Thank you very much for reviewing and liking my story, I'm glad you like it!
Repeating Siren- Thank you! I'm very happy you like Tähdet! Don't worry, I'll make sure you get your parseltongue accent eventually!