ADHARA, the second
brightest star in the
Canis Major constellation,
right after sirius. It
was as if her father had
named her after a murderer
A few neighbourhoods away from Number 4, Privet Drive, there was a tall...
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Harry could talk to snakes. He figured this out a long time ago, even before he knew magic existed. But he wasn't aware there was such a stigma about the ability in this world. Harry actually believed it was a common skill among witches and wizards. Then he reminded himself once again why to colour of his tie wasn't blue. He was oblivious. It was a fact he accepted about himself by now.
Though, really. It would've been more helpful if he had known this already. Maybe that way, he could've stopped himself from blurting out foreign hissing sounds in front of the entire student body.
Bad timing really. With all the rumours going around about the Heir of Slytherin, by exposing himself as parseltongue, he was basically announcing himself as a murderer.
People kept whispering and mumbling behind his back. Some resorting to even hiss at him in the corridors. He noted how his own Common Room would go quiet when he stepped foot in, talking in hush voices, most probably about how he planned on continuing the legacy of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Harry sunk deeper into his chair, drowning out the sounds. He tried to not pay attention to them, but that was hard to do when the whispers followed him everywhere around the castle. It made him wonder if he really did belong in Slytherin, after all.
And then there was that voice. The one he heard right before someone was attacked. Harry was starting to believe he was losing it.
He tried to pay attention to his assigned reading instead. Ron sat close to him, glaring at anyone who would even dare to look in their direction. But even he couldn't stop the whispers.
Harry couldn't really make out the words properly, and he didn't think it was worth the effort, until he heard a familiar name, catching his attention.
"Maybe it's Adhara Black influencing him."
Harry scowled. He leaned back, listening more closely.
"It would make sense, wouldn't it? She is dark after all."
Harry slowly reached for the pocket of his wand. He wasn't going to take it out, but knowing it was within reach brought him comfort.
"Of course it's her! Don't you know what family she's from? She is surely using some sort of Slytherin manipulating technique to get him to do her bidding! Putting all the blame on poor Harry!"
Ron must've caught on to the conversation too because he put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Are you kidding? She wouldn't waste so much effort on him. Reckon she's the one behind all this!"
"She must be! A Pureblood and a Slytherin, who else could it be?"
Harry stood up, bumping into a table as a result. The chair rustled backwards and Harry walked straight up to the Gryffindors in question. They were a few years above him, older and way taller. They could beat him if they wanted to.
