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Is Blood Always Thicker Than Water? by WildStone122
Chapter 2 : First Secret
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 3

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“Come on boys! We don’t want to miss the train!” Hermione called to the half asleep boys as she ran through the wall and onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. For a moment whilst Hermione stood still she thought that she was once again an eleven year old girl entering a brand new world but alas she was starting the adventure of her last year. Looking around her she saw that not many seventh years were actually on the platform in fact there must have been less than ten of them all together which surprised Hermione. She was pulled out of her thoughts though as she went crashing to the floor. It seemed Ron and Harry had run through the pillar laughing about something and had not noticed Hermione, causing them to ram into the back of her.

“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.




Boarding the train was not how Hermione remembered. Everywhere she looked people smiled at her and some even started applauding, she looked a Neville confused but he told her that people really respected her; she was the brains behind The Dark Lord’s downfall. They walked together down to the Head’s carriage whilst stopping every now and again to chat briefly with other students. As they reached their carriage they opened the door but stopped with their mouths open and their eyes wide. The carriage had been charmed to appear bigger on the inside and it really was significantly larger, painted in neutrals with glass windows all around the walls made the room feel open and light. At one end was a brown leather sofa in front of a coffee table and small fire place, in the corner was a desk and bookshelf and against another wall was a few countertops and a fridge.

“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.




“I would just like to inform you both that the decision of who will be prefects has not yet been made  so you have no duties for this train ride, I will announce them during the feast along with some other news, now do enjoy yourselves, “ The slowly ageing lady smiled before disappearing from the flames.




Hermione had never spoken to Neville for long period of time before but after an hour she had realised they had more in common than she thought and they got on incredibly well. They discussed the holidays, subjects and even books which was surprising to Hermione because she had never once seen Neville pick up a book but they soon started discussing different author’s work. It wasn’t long before they were scanning through the bookshelf for something interesting to read when one book fell from the very top shelf. It lay at Hermione’s feet in a thick layer of dust, it was a large leather book with gold serpents on the binding





Was the only writing on the cover, not information or author, just the title.

“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.








Parseltongue is the language of serpents (as well as other magical serpent-based creatures, like the Runespoor) and those who can converse with them. An individual who can speak Parseltongue is known as a Parselmouth. It is a very uncommon skill, and is typically hereditary. Nearly all known Parselmouths are and will be descended by myself, Salazar Slytherin.Parseltongue is, when spoken, a hissing sound, similar to that of a snake; as such, normal people cannot understand it. Aside from serpent-based creatures, Parselmouths can communicate with each other with the language. While inherited, Parseltounge usually requires the speaker to face a snake-based creature or object shaped like a snake (i.e. a carving).The ability to actually speak Parseltongue — not just imitate it — is considered an attribute of a Dark Wizard, which is partly due to the fact that I am the first know speaker of the language.

- Salazar Slytherin 1st September 1031








“Neville, when did Salazar Slytherin Die?” Hermione said in know more than a faint whisper.

“They reckon sometime in January 1030, why?” He called from the fridge.




“This isn’t just a book on Parseltounges, this is Salazar Slytherin’s journal and the first entry is on 1st September 1031 which means-“

“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.








2nd September 1031

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.




Hermione couldn’t believe what she was reading; nobody in the current Wizarding society knew the names of the Slytherin descendents and here in Hermione’s hands was a journal that contained the life of a man thought to be dead when it was written. Should she hand it in? Of course she should that would be the sensible thing to do but then she would never know what else was written in the rare journal. She stopped thinking at the sound of a scream from the corridors.

“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.




“Over to the corner please,” she pointed to the bookshelf and the snake obeyed and waited silently in the sun’s rays. In the light she could see that the snake wasn’t just silver, amongst it’s scaly skin were flecks of red and green. Neville watched the two curiously he wasn’t scared of the snake knowing that Hermione would not let him be harmed but still this new talent had him just as awestruck as other students. Hermione quickly flicked though the pages of Salazar’s journal, looking for something to do with snakes then she found it, a drawing identical to the snake basking in the sunlight in the Head’s carriage.
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.




Hermione handed the open journal to Neville who read over the words with wide eyes then stared back at Hermione as if asking the same question, who cast the spell and why?

“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 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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