Hi here's another chapter for peoples. Sorry it took a while to put it up but I've had a bit of shit happening in real life. Sorry.
Chapter Four: In Which Ron says silly Things
Ron and Hermione burst in through the doors of the hospital wing and ran straight to Harry's usual bed.
"Harry bloody hell mate! What did you do?" Ron asked, his eyes wide.
"Filch and I felt that from all the way up in the astronomy tower."
Harry groaned and Ron wrinkled his nose, "Yeah you're right, that didn't sound too good did it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled Harry into a hug, "Harry what's wrong? Are you alright? What happened?"
She checked him over for any noticeable injuries.
"Yeah mate, how'd you manage to blow up detention and can you teach me?"
"Oh fuck not you guys too!" he groaned, "Has everybody suddenly lost the ability to speak normally?"
Hermione looked at him chidingly, "Harry you know we can't understand parseltongue, speak normally."
"I'm afraid that doesn't seem to be possible at the moment Ms. Granger," Madam Pomfrey bustled in to explain, "He seems to have lost the ability to speak and understand English."
Hermione gasped and looked at Harry covering her mouth in shock.
"Harry mate is that true?" Ron breathed and the bushy haired girl gave him a quick slap to the back of the head.
Despite himself Harry chuckled sibilantly.
"Idiot Ron he can't understand you," Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled Harry into another hug which he settled into gratefully.
"Thanks Hermione," He whispered, "Even if you can't understand me."
Because by now he was certain that was true. It seemed for some reason he couldn't understand anyone and they couldn't understand him for some odd reason, maybe it had something to do with the potion. At first he had thought that perhaps he had just damaged his ears, that was until he had called Snape a greasy old bat and gotten no reaction. He had to admit, that had made him feel good.
Hermione just pulled back and looked him in the eyes, feeling him relax she smiled, it would be useless to say anything at the moment, that would most likely just upset him she knew, but the urge to say something comforting was almost overwhelming.
"Severus said he doesn't realise when he speaks in parseltongue, is that true?" Madam Pomfrey asked curiously.
"Yep," Ron told her grinning, "He could never work out why people's eyes would start glazing ov-"
"Oh bloody hell," Ron interrupted himself, "People are going to be all over him. Especially the Slytherins."
He groaned and Hermione gasped, "Ron this is way worse than that! Harry doesn't realise he's speaking in parseltongue! He probably thinks we're the ones talking weirdly!"
Ron looked shocked, understanding suddenly dawning in his eyes, "No wonder he's upset."
"I have to go read up and see if I can find anything to help him with this," Hermione said frantically. She turned to Harry and mimed reading and then jerked her thumb in the direction of the library. He grinned at her and she gave him a quick hug before heading to the door dragging Ron who gave him a quick wave.
"Ms. Granger and Mr Weasley," Snape's voice said from the doorway, "Breakfast is almost over, classes will be starting soon."
"Of course sir," Hermione answered, she hesitated slightly, "Sir I don't think Harry realises he is speaking parseltongue, I think he believes we are speaking a different language. We were wondering if you would know anyway we might be able to communicate with him?"
"I'm afraid not Ms. Granger, there is no way to translate parseltongue without the aid of a parselmouth and the only other known parselmouth is-"
"Voldemort I know," she finished and the other two glared at her, she rolled her eyes.
"You had better run along to classes, Mr Potter will be along to join you shortly."
"Harry is going to classes?" Ron asked surprised.
"Well we can't exactly keep him isolated in the hospital wing now can we?" Snape replied sarcastically.
"No sir," Ron hesitated, not exactly wanting to bring this up with the greasy bat of the dungeons, "But, um, do you know the effect Harry's parseltongue has on a lot of the student population?"
Snape almost gaped at him for a moment, "What are you talking about Weasley?"
"What he's trying to say sir is that the majority of the student body find Harry's parseltongue to be very attractive and often arousing," Hermione said very matter-of-factly, getting a slight blush from Snape and the full colouring from Ron, "Are you sure it's a good idea to set him loose among the students?"
"I'm sure young Harry will be able to handle himself Ms Granger," Dumbledore told her smiling, "If anybody can, he can. Now I think you had better go or you will be late."
He handed each of them a note and winked. Underneath each note was a pass to the restricted area of the library.
"Thank you sir," Hermione beamed pulling Ron after her.
"Remarkable pair those children, he's lucky to have them," Dumbledore grinned mischievously.
"Quite, did you know Potter probably thinks we are the ones speaking another language?" Snape asked watching the boy eat his breakfast.
"Ah of course, I should have realised," Dumbledore smiled at the boy, "No wonder he seemed so very upset. How remarkable."
"Well Harry it's time for your classes," the headmaster told him handing him a timetable.
Of course Harry couldn't actually read it, but he recognised what it was.
"So you want me to go to classes then?" Harry hissed pointing at the timetable and pointing to the door.
Dumbledore nodded and handed him a note for his lateness, he waved his arm and Harry was dressed in a clean uniform with his book bag beside him on the bed.
The boy smiled at him and picked up his bag, running for the door.
Now maybe he could see if anyone else was unaffected.
Let me know what you thought, remember this is my first non-Naruto fanfic so feedback is great even just to say whether or not you like it.