Deepest desire (a Harry Potter fanfic) book 2

chapter eight

I had been to several Hogwarts feasts, but never one quite like this. Everybody was in their pyjamas, and the celebrations lasted all night. During the night I was approached by the ‘Gryffindor’ boy and Percy, my snake hissed at them both.

“Stop that.” I said to him in English.

“I’m sorry about how I acted towards you Mora,” Percy said looking down. “I should have known that you would never do anything to harm anyone.”

I felt shocked and even more shocked as he held out his hand to me, but I took it.

“It’s ok.” I said when I recovered some what. The Gryffindor boy was still looking at the ground.

“I’m so sorry about what I did to you,” he said looking at me. “I could have gotten you put in Azkaban.”

“Well I wasn’t so forget about ok.” I said smiling; I reached out my hand to him. “Mora Snape.”

He smiled and took my hand.

“Harley Gryffindor.” He said, I smiled at him and my snake hissed at them calmly.

Even with my two hundred points, Gryffindor still won the house cup but I didn’t care less. Hagrid was back, exams had been cancelled and Lockhart wouldn’t be back next year. For the moment at least, life was just dandy, I had Draco and other Slytherins coming up to me asking me how to say certain things in Parseltongue, which I told them and they tried to repeat it but couldn’t get it.

The rest of the summer term passed in a haze of blazing sunshine, which for once I was fine with. Hogwarts was back to normal, with only a few, small differences: Defence Against the Dark Arts classes were cancelled and Lucius Malfoy had been sacked as a school governor. Draco was longer strutting around the school as though he owned the place. On the contrary, he looked resentful and sulky and I was allowed to sneak back in the Gryffindor common-room with Fred and George.

But all good things must come to an end and at the end of the year I packed my stuff and went home with my Father.