Chapter 2 : First Secret
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“In her rightful place down there aren’t you mudblood,” she heard Malfoy say from behind her. Something’s never change she thought to herself.
“I’m so sorry Hermione! We didn’t see you,” Ron apologized but still did not offer her a hand up but someone’s hand did appear in front of her and she looked up into the friendly face of Neville Longbottom. He pulled her to her feet and gave her a quick hug.
“Hello there partner,” The tall boy grinned at Hermione, seriously was everyone going to be tall enough to tower over her this year?
“Neville it’s so lovely to see you! How’s your gran?” Hermione asked politely.
“She’s fine, thank you, “He smiled showing a perfect set of white teeth.
“When did your teeth get so perfect?” she mindlessly asked out loud before blushing.
“I went to see one of those muggle people, dentist’s I think. Well they put these horrible things called braces on but my gran charmed them to speed up the process, “He smiled for her again. She noticed that Neville had also changed over the months, the puppy fat that never wanted to budge was gone, his teeth were straight, his hair trimmed and his eyes sparkling.
“Oh my parents are dentists!” Hermione told him and they walked onto the train together discussing other muggle occupations, leaving Harry and Ron staring after them.
“Was that really Neville?!” Ron asked in shock.
“Oh he’s become rather devishly handsome over the months hasn’t he, “came the distant voice of Luna Lovegood from Ron’s right, that girl was everywhere with her opinions.
“Uh...yeah, let’s go,” Ron said rather awkwardly to Harry as they boarded the train just in time for it to depart at eleven o’clock.
“Miss McGonagall really is amazing,” Neville breathed out, sighing with happiness at the room in front of him.
“Why thank you Mr Longbottom,” came a voice form the fireplace making Neville jump and pull out his wand.
“Oh put your wand away boy, I’m only a face in a fire for Christ’s sake, “He and Hermione slowly and cautiously walked towards the fire to see the Headmistress’s face in the flames.
“Sorry about that Miss, what can we do for you?” Neville gave a lopsided smile, once again showing his now perfect teeth that the headmistress also noticed as Hermione saw her eyes widen by a fraction.
“Neville, come look at this, “ Hermione said with a frown
“Let me see, “ He said gently taking the book from her hands and turning it over, he opened it and scanned through the first pages then stopped.
“Hermione...this book was written by Salazar Slytherin, it teaches you parseltounge, “Hermione looked up at him with confusion in her eyes.
“That’s impossible, you can’t just simply learn Parseltounge, “She whispered taking the book from him and sitting on the sofa.
- Salazar Slytherin 1st September 1031
“They reckon sometime in January 1030, why?” He called from the fridge.
“That he was still alive long after everyone believed he was dead,” Neville whispered. He sat down next to Hermione and they remained silent, they were possibly the only two people alive that knew this piece of information. Hermione began to read again.
As I am the first known Parseltounge I do not know if it is something even the brightest of witches and wizards may learn. I tried many times to teach my prized students but alas even the Malfoy and Gaunt boy’s could not speak it fluently, imitate it yes but they could not have a conversation with another Parseltounge proving they were not truly Parselmouths. To speak Parseltounge one must dive into their darkest memories and picture themselves as a snake, feel as if they are slithering along the ground and hissing. When you speak you must imagine a snakes tongue replacing your own to pronounce the words in the unique language. Both my son’s Cassius and Orion along with my three daughters, Violetta, Cedrella and Elladora are fluent in parseltounge and it is my belief that their descendents will also be Parselmouths.
“SNAKE!! SNAKE!!” screamed multiple voices. Hermione dropped the book and Neville dropped his chocolate frog as the both ran out into the corridor to sort out the commotion. As they ran down the corridor they saw students locking carriage doors and peering through the glass to watch the display.
“Someone get Harry”
“He’ll tell the snake to go!”
“No get Hermione!”
“She’ll be able to use a spell!”
Everywhere she turned she saw students watching, giving advice, calling for others then she stopped. In the middle of the corridor was not just a normal snake, it was silver in colour and roughly 10ft long, it rose and turned to her then looked behind to see Harry running down the corridor.
“STOP!” Hermione yelled at the snake and it turned it’s attention back towards her, rising up so they were face to face. She closed her eyes and thought of her darkest moments, lying under Bellatrix Lestrange’s grip, facing Voldemort and the other death eaters and running from Nagini. She imagined herself as a red snake face to face with the silver one in front of her.
“You will not hurt any students, do you hear me?, You will ignore any screams of children and follow me to the Head’s carriage do you understand?” The Snake hissed at her. Around her she could hear gasps from students and across from her Harry stood wide eyed.
“Hermione...did you just speak Parseltounge?” He asked in shock. She turned to Neville who was grinning like a maniac; he picked her up and swung her round.
“You did it you did it!” they both laughed. Looking around students slowly started to open doors and peer out curious of Hermione’s newly revealed talent.
“Follow,” She spoke to the snake and turned on her heel towards her carriage with the snake slithering along beside her.
As she walked down the corridor students peered round their unlocked doors and gazed in amazement at how magnificent and powerful Hermione looked. Her hair falling down her back, head held high, head girl badge catching the light and a beautiful snake moving between her feet obediently. Draco was one of many people surprised at what he had witnessed, yes Granger was the so called “Brightest witch of our age” but he never believed the Gryffindor Princess would be able to control the snake he had accidently let lose. He had been practicing spells in his book when he cast one letting lose the powerful snake into the corridors. He had watched her with interest as her hair blew softly around her face from the slight breeze through a nearby window, her eyes were focused and alive giving the illusion of them becoming the colour of flames, igniting her with power from within. She had the Snake’s attention the minute she yelled one word in the language, his family were from a history of Slytherins so he could translate parseltounge but could not quite speak it himself. She had spoken to the snake so calmly yet demanding, like the snake did not have a choice and must follow her. The mudblood was just full of surprises.
6th November 1030
I’ve finally mastered the Secret Teller. Her name is Medusa. She is beautiful, majestic, powerful. Her scales are made of the finest silver and contain green flecks of Slytherin as well as the colour of the house the secretive person is part of. For example if I cast the spell “Sergio Mora” on say Godric Gryffindor then Medusa will also contain red scales.
She can reveal secrets in many ways, perhaps by showing people a skill a witch or wizard has or by staging events to force people into telling the spell caster their secrets. She is my prized possession a serpent, the emblem of Slytherin house and the most powerful witches and wizards.
“But what secret did it show?” Neville asked.
“Well it showed the whole train that I can speak Parseltongue didn’t it? But who cast it?” she replied.
“I can tell you that,” came a soft voice from the corner, Hermione looked at the snake in wonder, she didn’t sound like a snake.
“And who exactly was it Medusa?” Hermione asked and the snake seemed to smile at her.
“Draco Malfoy” she hissed, Neville looked up.
“I guess names don’t change in the language then because I sure heard the ferret’s name,” Neville said from the sofa. Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she felt rage and annoyance flow through her veins. She turned to the door and waved her hand signaling for Medusa to come with her, she obeyed immediately. She stormed down the corridor with Medusa following at her heel hissing in annoyance along with her new mistress. Students stepped aside either scared of the snake or Hermione in her bad mood.
“DRACO MALFOY!” She yelled and came to stop.
“What do you want mudblood?” he drawled opening his carriage door. Medusa rose up to face him and hissed showing her teeth and annoyance at the way he spoke to her mistress.
“Got her well trained already I see, “he glared at the snake.
“Teach him a lesson Medusa,” she whispered. The snake bowed her head and slithered round and round Malfoy’s feet slowly coiling herself around his ankles up to his shins, knees, thighs, stomach until it was wrapped around him completely and her head rested at the hollow of his throat.
“I could have her kill you Malfoy, but luckily for you I don’t wish to be expelled because of you,” she said glaring at the young man whose eyes showed terror.
“Away Medusa,” she spoke and the snake released her hold over him and came back to Hermione’s side. Hermione nodded towards and empty carriage and Malfoy followed her into it before the snake had a chance to get a grip on him again. Hermione and Medusa sat on one seat and Draco sat opposite them, they just glared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Hermione spoke,
“How did you know about the spell to summon Medusa and why did you do it?” she demanded.
“Oh the thing has a name now does it,” he smirked but stopped when the snake hissed at him.
“Tell me now,” she spoke again. He reluctantly handed her the open book. She glanced at the normal spell book but on the top corner were two words, the spell “Sergio Mora”.
“Do you know what this spell does Malfoy?” she asked.
“Nope but I assume you do, so do tell,” he leaned back in his seat. She just smirked at him which made Draco’s eyes widen, she looked so...so...Slytherin and evil when she did that but somehow it interested him.
“Well if you don’t know then I definitely will not be telling you,” she smiled sarcastically and left him alone in the carriage. Draco hated the know it all mudblood but there was something this year that interested him and he would find out what it was before the seventh year was over.
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