Chapter 18: Parselmouth

The Gryffindor common room door opened and in walked a confused, brown-haired girl with her hair bouncing up and down. Along by her side was a ginger-haired boy who was also confused and angry with the two students that had walked in before he did.

"Jane, I can't believe you conjured up that spell! First years don't even know that spell, let alone a Gryffindor!" Ron shouted.

"I agree with Ron on that and but exactly how did you get that spell?" Hermione started to question Jane.

"Hey, hey go easy on the questions," Harry said. "She didn't know any better."

"And to think that she would know any better?" Ron questioned taking a step forward toward Harry and pointing a finger at him. "What about you? Mr. I-know-a-different-language person."

Harry looked at Ron with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I spoke a different language?" he asked with a gulp.

"Yes you did, Harry," Hermione confirmed.

Jane could see Harry's green eyes go wide.

None of them spoke for a moment.

"What language did I speak?" Harry asked with his voice quivering just a bit.

"Well," began Jane. "It was a hissing sound to me."

"I agree, except it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something," added Hermione.

"But, I wasn't. I was just telling it to not attack Justin. That's all," he answered.

"Ohhh, so that's what you were saying to the snake then," Ron said.

"Yeah, you were there," Harry said confused.

"No Harry, we heard you speaking in Parselmouth."

Harry looked at Hermione with a shocked face.

"Harry, you okay?" Jane asked making sure he was okay.

After a few seconds, Harry nodded his head and walked to the red couch by the fireplace. Jane sat down next to him while Hermione sat in the red chair and Ron sat on the ground.

"But how could I have been speaking it without me realizing that I was doing it?" Harry asked himself. He put his right hand threw his brown hair.

"I don't know Harry, but you got to listen to me carefully. There is a reason why the symbol of Slytherin is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a parselmouth as well. He could talk to snakes too," Hermione told Harry with a stern voice.

"Precisely! And now the whole school might as well think you his great-great-great-grandson or something!" shouted Ron.

"Quiet Ron!" Jane, Hermione, and Harry shouted back.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Except, I'm not his great-great-great-grandson. I'm not," Harry argued.

No one spoke as they just listened to the fire crackle in the fireplace.

Jane got off of the couch and put her hands in front of the fire. It was warm. She could see the flames go up like they were dancing.

"The one thing I want to know is how Jane knew that spell she casted on you," Hermione said looking at Jane who was still warming up her hands.

"Apparently, she doesn't hear you say her name," Ron teased.

"No, I did hear Hermione say my name, I just decided not to say anything," Jane protested.

"Really?"

"Yes," she answered getting up back onto the couch and stared Ron in the eyes with her piercing hazel eyes.

He stared back at her with his blue eyes. It was like they were having a staring contest if so, Jane already knew who was going to win.

A was smirk was beginning to form on Jane's lips as Ron tried not to pull back away from her intense stare. Harry and Hermione watched in silence as the scene in front of them played out.

But, soon Hermione had to give in and say something.

"Will you two stop it? You have to blink sometime," she said as stubborn as she could, but Jane and Ron kept on staring at each other until…

"I can't do this anymore," Ron said ashamed as he pulled away from Jane's immense stare.

"Knew it," Jane said.

"Knew what?" Ron asked.

"I knew you couldn't take it anymore so you backed down," Jane answered with yet another smirk.

"I did not back down!" Ron insisted.

"Oh, yes you did," Jane said.

Then the two started arguing and Harry could see Hermione sigh.

"Guys, guys, guys!" shouted Harry trying to get in between the two. Stop fighting."

"Sorry, Harry," apologized Jane with a puppy dogface.

"Jane," Harry said looking at her. "It's alright. Right now we want to know how you knew that spell that you casted, that serpent spell."

Jane took a deep breath.

"Well," she began. "Since I was by the Slytherins, I knew Malfoy was close nearby because he was in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Ron, Hermione, and Harry both looked at Jane in wonderment.

"Keep going," Ron said eagerly.

"Alright, alright. I will," Jane said. "So, when I was trying to think of a spell to say, I saw Malfoy out of the corner of my eye."

Hermione's eyes widened and she just thought her heart skipped a beat because Harry had just fallen off of the couch and landed on top of Ron.

"Bloody hell, Harry. What happened?" Ron asked.

"Oh, sorry Ron," he said as he got up on the couch again. "I guess I was on the edge of the seat and fell off."

"Because you were so excited?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Harry answered. "Jane keep going." And she did.

"Anyways, I don't know what he was doing. It looked to me like he was talking to someone, but I didn't know because I couldn't read his lips. But when I saw that no one was actually talking to him, I saw that he must have been trying to…I don't know." Jane paused. "Possibly help me?"

She could hear everyone gasp.

"Help you?" Ron said in astonishment. "Why in the world that foul git try to help you! I mean in all of the people in the world!"

"Ronald!" shouted Hermione.

"What?" he asked.

"Quite please and watch your language," she said hitting him in the back of the head.

"Sorry, again," he mumbled.

"Anyways," Harry began. "What happened next?"

"Okay, well, at first I couldn't tell if what he was saying was a spell or not. It looked it, so I read his lips a couple times and then casted the spell. But, after doing that, I thought about what Lockhart had said to only do, which was to only cast spells to disarm your opponent."

"Except, you weren't sure if that spell was a disarming spell," Hermione added.

"Yeah," agreed Jane.

"So that's how you knew that spell," Harry said looking at his younger sister.

"Please don't tell any of the teachers. I don't want to get into trouble," begged Jane staring into each of her friends' eyes.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione started to roar with laughter, leaving Jane with a puzzling expression on her face.

"Jane, my sister, we won't tell anyone."

"Yeah we won't tell anyone, I mean we are friends, we wouldn't do anything like that to you," Hermione chuckled wiping away tears from her eyes.

"You okay, Mione?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, it's just that, that question made me laugh so hard that tears were starting to form in my eyes."

"Hey guys," Ron stated.

Everyone looked toward where he was sitting, but he wasn't there. They all looked up to see him about to leave the common room.

"Where are you going, Ron?" Harry questioned.

"I am going to tell," he stated again.

"Wait, you don't mean," Harry started to say

"Yep, that's right Harry, I am going to tell on Jane. I'm going to tell Professor Snape."

Jane, Hermione, and Harry stared opened mouth at Ron in astonishment. Jane looked at Ron, trying to figure out if he was just joking or not, but from his facial expression, he wasn't joking.

Jane tried to speak and try to stop him, but no words would come out. She even tried to get up, but her legs didn't respond.

Just then Ron turned around like he was headed out of the common room, but stopped. Something fishy was going on because Ron had begun to giggle and laugh loudly. Jane couldn't help but wonder why.

Ron had come back over to them and sat down while he was still laughing.

"Come on guys, you can close your mouths now," Ron laughed.

Jane instantly closed hers and sat down next to Ron.

"What the heck did you just do?"

"And don't forget the why part," commanded Hermione from her seat.

"Ohhh, you guys still don't get it do you?" he questioned.

Jane looked at the two students close to her with the questioning look on their face.

"Yep, we still don't get it, Ronald," Jane said.

"Well, then you guys don't get a good joke when it comes to you," Ron laughed a little bit more.

All three of the Gryffindor students stared at Ron with wide-eyed, but suddenly they all narrowed their eyes at him like he was something good to eat.

Ron saw this happen and backed away from his friends.

"Hey guys, it was just a joke, alright?"

"A joke?" Jane demanded. "A joke that looked so real that you couldn't tell it was a joke."

"Especially, since Jane asked us not to tell anyone about what happened to the teachers," growled Hermione.

Ron basically jumped out of his skin when he heard Hermione's voice. It was like he was a little, scared human; trying to get off of an island and Hermione's the werewolf who needs some food to eat or else she will die of starvation.

"Alrighty then!" Ron shouted. "I'm sorry Jane."

He tried to look into her eyes, but the were so…so…evilish that he couldn't bare it. Ron got up off of the ground and tried to get away from his three friends.

"What more to you want me to say?"

"Oh, nothing else," Jane told him as she relaxed.

Ron gave a deep sigh and went back to the fireplace. They all went back to the fireplace and sat down.

Jane watched as the flames to the fire danced once more before saying that she was going to her bed to lay down.

As she said goodbye she gave each of them a hug, but the most important thing that she thought that Ron might remember, was when she kissed him on the cheek and whispered to him, "Sorry about scaring you. I kissed on the cheek to make up for that."

Finally, Jane went up to her bed to take a little nap.

AN: I don't own Harry Potter. The only characters I own are Jane, Sarah, and any other characters that I made up. (Last edited 3/20/17)