The Rebirth

Serpentes

"What?!" Ron couldn't contain his shock. His wand remained raised at Ivy.
"Well that's no way to react to a lady introducing herself! Manners Ronald!" She giggled, making herself comfortable on the bed, causing Ron to go red with anger.
"But how does that even work? I mean, you're young!"
"No younger or older than you are Harry. Mother kept me as a secret, her precious little Ivy."
Her eyes became distant, as if she were reminiscing.
"And your Dad?"
The trio had all somehow seated themselves awkwardly on chairs, wands tightly held in their hands.
"Father? I've never known him, and I never would care to. It's always been about mother. She looked after me."

Ron snorted aloud, which was quickly stopped when Hermione sent him the death stare.
"Problem, Ronald?" Ivy's steely eyes looked right through his. Her voice remained happy yet sinister - a dangerous tone began to arise in her voice.
"Sorry love, but you do realise your dear mother was a mental murderer?"
Hermione put her face in her hands. Ron was never the best in sensitive situations.
"Mother was not mental!" Ivy shrieked, and Hermione could've sworn she saw flames in her eyes. She guessed the madness ran in the family. If that were true, no one in the room was safe with Ivy.
As snake like veins began to throb and steal their way up Ivy's neck, Hermione cautiously got up. "Why are you here Ivy? What do you want?"
But Ivy was no longer listening. She was now pacing, oblivious to the trio's presence. She was muttering, her words unfathomable.
"Ivy?"
No response.
"Well done Ron, you've only gone and tipped her over the edge!" Hermione whispered aggressively.
"Mione I'm not having it! You of all people should be alarmed right now!" His eyes momentarily hovered over Hermione's arm, where, if you looked closely, a faded scar was visible.

"Harry, tell Mione we need to do something about her, she's dangerous!"
Harry wasn't listening. His gaze was fixed upon Ivy, his ears twitching like a fox listening to its prey.
"She's speaking parseltounge." He muttered to himself.
Having heard this, Hermione ran to his side. "Do you understand what she's saying?"
Harry's ability to understand and speak parseltounge was lost many years ago, but, like a distant memory, he had the ability to understand bits and pieces.
"I - I can't understand, it's almost new,
I've never heard anything like it before -"
"That's because you haven't,"
Ivy had snapped out of her trance, her eyes almost serpent like. "It's my own little recreation of the language. I call it Serpentes. I can teach you if you like." She winked, laughing hysterically again.

"Ivy, what do you want? Why are you following us?" Hermione's grip tightened on her wand.
"You'll find out soon enough. Today was just for fun. Oh and Harry, say Hi to Hagrid for me when you see
him. See you soon cuties."
With a sound like the crack of a whip, Ivy disappeared, the echoes of her giggles hanging over the room.