It Was Always You - A Drarry Story

You're a Parselmouth?

"Harry, listen to me. There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin, was a Parselmouth. He could talk to snakes too"

"Exactly! Now the whole school is gonna think you're his great-great-great grandson or something!'

"BUT I'M NOT!"

"He lived a thousand years ago. For all we know, you could be"

Harry was sitting on the edge of the higher cliff a mile away from Hogwarts that gave a full view of the castle. The chilly November air was slowly oozing into his brain like a tiny serpent slithering through his ears. The freezing cold is probably going to give him a throbbing headache soon but Harry didn't want to leave yet. He liked to be alone sometimes. It helped him think peacefully. And by being alone, he means, somewhere nobody can see or hear him. The common room isn't the ideal place to ponder about depressing matters. Not even the castle grounds itself since students be lurking around there. Harry needed to be alone. Somewhere quiet.

When Harry was upset, and he needed to think, he didn't want anyone seeing him. There was very little privacy to him thanks to being The Boy Who Lived. Which by all means, something he never asked for. Harry had never wanted any fame in his life, or to be worshipped by anyone. He had simply always wanted to be included. To have friends and a family who loved and cared for him. Not being burdened by bizarre magical missions every school year against some power greed lunatic.

The voices of Ron and Hermione were echoing in Harry's mind. Could he really be the Heir of Slytherin? Because, how could he? But also, how could he not be? How could Harry be certain that he was not the heir of Slytherin?

Harry didn't know he could speak a different language until yesterday. What else does he not know about himself? It was until a half-giant, bushy haired man turned up in his doorstep that Harry heard for the first time in his life that he was a wizard. Which was a mind blowing, unbelievable news to him. And Hagrid was the one to tell Harry the truth about his parents' death, how Harry got the lightening bolt scar on his forehead and it was Hagrid who made him understand that, everything Harry had made happen unintentionally at times his emotions were intense, had something to do with his magical powers as a half-blood. Harry never knew any of that until someone else had to say it to him. If Harry never received the letter from Hogwarts, he might still be unaware of who killed his parents and who he really is.

Sigh

Hedwig just came flying after a happy round about the castle and sat beside Harry on the damp grass. Hedwig was Harry's first proper birthday present. Before that, the Dursley's hadn't even bothered to acknowledge that it was Harry's birthday in the end of July every year. Sometimes Harry thought that maybe the Dursley's wished he has never been born. He wouldn't be surprised if they even said that to his face. Because they never wanted to adopt Harry into their family. They were just forced into it and had no other option. They never liked him anyway. And the feeling is subtly mutual.

Hogwarts is the only place Harry felt like he was being included. He found friendship and loyalty there.  He found a purpose to his abilities. And even love. Ron's mother always treated Harry like he was her own son and Harry was genuinely grateful for that. Not to mention the amount of love Harry received from not only Ron and Hermione but Hagrid, the whole Weasley family, Professor Dumbledore, also he was sure his close housemates like Neville, Dean, Seamus and even the quidditch family loved him too, and even Professor Mcgonagoll; despite how stern she could be. Nobody seemed to dislike him except for the Slytherins including Malfoy. Harry had been the happiest of his life last year.

But now, he's not so sure.

At the Dueling Club yesterday, something inexplicable happened. Harry walked up to the slimy looking snake Malfoy had just conjured from his wand on their heated duel and a little too loudly, Harry whispered to the snake to not attack Justin Finch Fletchley. But it turned out to be something entirely different. Harry was sure about what he said, but everyone else in the room had heard Harry speaking another language.

Parseltongue.

The snake language of – possibly known to be inherited by – dark wizards and witches. And to Harry's luck, Salazar Slytherin, the Heir of Slytherin, has also been a Parselmouth. And now, apparently the whole school seemed to think that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin.

Is he really the Heir of Slytherin?

Harry looked at the snowy owl next to him who was looking at him with her usual affectionate gaze.

"Who am I Hedwig?" Harry said in a low voice, mostly to himself, "What am I?"

Harry didn't like to admit that he could be the heir of Slytherin. But even he couldn't deny the possibilities. Because, come to think of it, eleven years ago, something about Harry stopped the darkest wizard of his time. Nobody knew what happened to Voldemort. Many believed that he died. But apparently not. Something wounded Voldemort that night very badly. It was a fatal blow to him and the cause of it was Harry himself yet, he didn't know how he did that. Or even what he did at that.

It is overwhelming to think that you don't even know who you are. The world out there being a mystery can be curious to anyone. But when you are a mystery, to not just the whole world but even to yourself is just, maddening! If Harry doesn't know what more he can do and what other mysteries are there to be discovered about him; even he might start to believe that he could be the Heir of Slytherin.

Harry glanced at Hedwig and looked the other side for his broomstick. He flew all the way up to the cliff with her happily flying around him. Seemingly it was only Hedwig who was happy for a fly this time. Flying on his broomstick was the favorite thing in the world to Harry. All his problems seemed to vanish into thin air when he brushed past the clouds. However today, his heart felt heavy.

Harry shuffled away those thoughts and grabbed the broomstick to fly back to the castle with a worried heart of knowing that now everyone would stare at him accusingly. Harry let out a deep sigh.

"Come on Hedwig"

Harry got onto his broomstick and started flying towards the stony castle.