Trapped

𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮?

Meanwhile, a figure emerged from the shadows. Stepping into the light, they revealed a striking resemblance to James Potter: the same unruly hair, round glasses, and now, piercing Avada Kedavra green eyes.

"Oh Merlin, they look identical," Lily exclaimed, her heart racing with a mix of joy and apprehension. "I hope Mother Magic blessed him with my intelligence, not just my eyes."

James chuckled, placing a hand over his heart. "Lilyflower, don't be so harsh," he teased gently. "Our son is quite handsome. Now, let's see if he inherited my world-class Quidditch skills."

Sirius chimed in with a smirk, "Yes, Prongs, our Harry might just be as dashing as me," flicking his hair dramatically.

Marlene couldn't resist a playful jab, turning to Sirius with a grin. "You should ask your potential girlfriend that, oh wait, you're too much of a catch to handle," she teased, earning laughs from the rest of the Marauders and their friends.

After the laughter subsided, the group acknowledged that this was indeed Harry Potter, the child Lily and James had feared was being mistreated.

The scene unfolded dramatically as he knelt, enveloping Isadora in a protective embrace, his silence echoing through the tension-filled hall. They watched as she clung to him desperately, her words caught in her throat.

As he soothed her trembling form, he gently asked, "Do you want to go into the chambers and talk about it?" Her nod was barely perceptible, her fear palpable in the silence that enveloped them. Hand in hand, they made their way to the sink.

"Open," Harry whispered softly, his voice carrying an unfamiliar command. Isadora murmured, "Stairs," and the sink responded with a creaking grind, revealing a hidden staircase spiralling down into darkness. The sight sent murmurs and whispers rippling through the Great Hall.

James, bewildered, turned to his father. "Our line has no known descendant who speaks Parseltongue. How can Harry speak it?"

Euphemia and Fleamont exchanged uncertain glances, grappling with the implications of Harry's ability and the mysterious connection between him and Isadora. The revelation hung heavy in the air, leaving unanswered questions about their relationship and the secrets that bound them together.

Walburga's voice cut through the tense air, filled with disdain. "How can the spawn of blood traitors possess such a sacred ability?"

Orion's response was sharp and commanding. "Enough, Walburga. Speak another word and I'll have your magic removed from the Black Family tree."

Sirius stood in stunned silence, his beliefs about Slytherin and its associations with evil shaken by the revelation that Harry spoke Parseltongue.

Regulus turned to his friends Severus and Barty Jr., voicing his observation. "Everyone's fixated on Harry, but no one's mentioning that Isadora speaks Parseltongue too, since when do the Rosier speak Parseltongue ."

Severus and Barty Jr. nodded in agreement, equally bewildered by the unexpected revelation.

The Slytherins themselves felt a mixture of discomfort and awe at witnessing both children wield their sacred language. Bellatrix, usually proud of her pure-blood heritage, felt a twinge of jealousy seeing Harry and Isadora share a connection to their lineage.

Lucius Malfoy, typically composed, couldn't hide his astonishment at the Chamber of Secrets' entrance being in the girls' bathroom of all places. Evan Rosier, who had been silent until then, finally spoke up, his confusion evident.

Evan: "So, we're all just going to ignore the fact that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is in the girls' bathroom?"

Fabian, always one for humour, replied with a grin. "Salazar must have had a wicked sense of humour, don't you think, brother?"