Not My Fault.
This is a short Harry Potter story where Harry reflects it's not his fault he can speak Parseltongue like Voldemort. The story takes place a few days later after the dueling club.
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Harry Potter's second year at Hogwarts has went from good to extremely bad, including his life.
Ever since the dueling club where it was discovered he can speak Parseltongue, the language of the snakes, just like Voldemort can, Harry has not only became an outcast but the most hated person in the world. He had to endure numerous frightened looks, insults, hexes, sneers, pranks and whispers of how he was a Dark Lord in training for the past few days. It was horrible, especially when harsh bullying became involved. The professors never bothered to help him, only giving him detentions at the times he fights back.
Harry's faith in authority figures, which had always been very low to begin with, plummeted even more to the point he will never in his life go to them for any kind of help. They're just so incredibly useless and thoughtless.
What made life at Hogwarts even more horrible is the fact Harry's former best friends had abandoned him to be safe from the extreme negativity the whole majority of Hogwarts is currently giving him. Not to mention, he got kicked out of Gryffindor, the Quidditch team as well, for betraying the light but didn't had his belongings destroyed, much to his very great relief. He didn't know what he would do if his Nimbus broomstick, his Invisibility Cloak and the photo album Hagrid gave him last year got destroyed.
Although Harry was very sad and hurt he got kicked out of the House he wanted to join like his parents, but couldn't dwell on the matter as he needed to find a place he's going to be residing in for the rest of the school year while rummaging as many books as he can in the library at the same time in case the students tried to attack him. He wants to be utterly prepared and defend himself from harm.
To be fair, Harry didn't even know the true purpose of Parseltongue as he was at this very moment still new to the Magical World. He had been raised away in the Muggle World for ten miserable years with his magic-hating relatives where they treated him as a heavily abusive slave. They knew he was a wizard, but never told him at all as they want to keep him totally ignorant of things relating to magic.
However, it all changed when Hagrid arrived at the sea shack in the middle of the sea to not only give Harry his Hogwarts letter but introduce him to a whole new world, a world where he can finally get away from the Dursleys to be both free and safe – that is the ultimate reason why he came to Hogwarts in the first place, never to learn magic – and a world that is completely prejudiced with extreme petty views and a fickle attitude.
You are a hero for one moment, then a Dark Lord in training the next second. The extreme petty views and the fickle attitude was something Harry had both learned and endured during his first year when he lost a hundred-fifty points for Gryffindor after helping Hagrid smuggled a recently hatched dragon out of Hogwarts.
It didn't take very long for Harry's awe and fascination of the Magical World to become contempt and hateful as his life at Hogwarts became much more worse than it already was, forcing him to isolate him completely while ditching all of his classes. He continued to rummage as many books as he can in the library and practice magic in the room he's been residing in, ignoring the detentions he was supposed to go. It made his already worse reputation more worse than before, but he didn't care whatsoever.
It was greatly disheartening for a student to isolate himself when he should be in classes with other students, learn new things and have fun. But then again, this isn't your ordinary student, this is Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the savior of the Magical World and the vanquisher of Lord Voldemort, the worst Dark Lord in history.
The only time Harry discovered he can speak Parseltongue was during Dudley's birthday trip to the zoo in the snake den, but he first thought it was his own imagination since he didn't know magic was genuinely real. It all changed like before when Hagrid showed up and introduce him to the Magical World.
But the moment it was discover Harry can speak the Parseltongue, he was instantly declared as a Dark Lord in training, which lead to incredibly devastating results:
Abandoned by former best friends.
Kicked out of a school House for betraying the light.
Earning extreme negativity from both the students and professors.
Enduring numerous frightened looks, insults, hexes, sneers, pranks and whispers for the past few days.
Forced to be completely isolated to avoid getting critically injured from the harsh bullying.
All because Harry can speak Parseltongue like Voldemort.
'It's not my fault I can speak this stupid language!' Harry thought angrily, wishing he could go back in time and never had the chance to tell that snake Malfoy conjured to back off from Justin Flinch-Fletchley. 'I never meant to have it after Voldemort attacked me on Halloween night! I didn't even know the true purpose of it! It's not my fault at all!'
What happened at dueling club where he spoke Parseltongue was not Harry's fault.
And done! That's the ending of the story! Harry has reflect it was not his fault he can speak Parseltongue like Voldemort but it's too late and he has not only became an outcast but the most hated person in the world.
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