Tory Potter and the Pathological Liar

Diagon Alley

"Suspicious" was the first words that came to mind as I opened my eyes. I was up early, as always, and stared at the creaking wooden ceiling above blankly. I felt like it would collapse at any minute.

I remained there for half an hour before getting up. I walked over to the fireplace and stared at it intensely for about ten seconds before it finally flickered to life. I then trotted over to the window and saw that the storm had finally ended. I could see the sun barely peeking over the horizon and smiled, my hands on my hips. Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

That's when this bird came out of nowhere and began to tap its beak against the window.

I jumped back before realizing it was an owl with a paper in its mouth. Do they use owls like homing pigeons? I wondered as I opened the window and received the newspaper. "Uh, thanks..."

The owl stared at me before pecking at my hand.

I brought my hand to my chest as I looked at the bird in horror. "What's wrong with you? Just go flying back you weird owl."

It hooted at me and flapped its wings angrily.

"I don't know what you're saying. I don't speak bird," I explained as I stated at the bird blankly.

"It wants money," Professor Snape said as he pushed me aside. He pulled out a total of five bronze coins and handed them over to the bird, who then took off into the air. He then turned to look at me and asked, "How did you light the fire so easily?"

"I've always been good with fire," I replied as I stared out at the horizon. "I can typically do it faster, but I'm not good at glaring when I first wake up."

The black-haired man crossed his arms as he raised a brow. "Really?"

I nodded once.

"What else can you do?" The professor inquired.

I gave a small hum. "Well, I can grow my hair back overnight. I can repair anything I break instantly. Oh, and I can talk to snakes."

His lips tugged into a frown as his expression darkened. "Don't do that last one anymore. Under no circumstances should you tell anyone else about that either. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir," I replied just as seriously before pausing. "I think Harry can do it too, so you should tell him. He listens to authority figures better than he listens to me."

The man clearly made a mental note of it as he looked over towards my brother with disdain.

"There's one other thing I can do..." I said slowly as I watched the waves move in harmony with the few leftover clouds.

"And that is...?" He drawled dryly.

I gave a small sigh of comfort as the ocean breeze flowed across my skin. I closed my eyes as my right-hand fingers began to twirl about. I allowed a calming music to fill my ears and sooth my very soul. "I can only do this when I feel at ease. It's not always this song though. That seems to be picked at random by some outside force. And, whenever I do this..." I gave a small sigh at the mental images. "In a house, a red-haired woman cries. A glasses-wearing man comforts her. A black-haired man looks empathetic. A small man looks apologetic. And a man with two scars on his face looks empathetic as well."

The man looked at me with great interest. Recognition filled his eyes, so he clearly knew of the people I could see in that image.

"The next one is of snow... I think it's snowing at a graveyard. I'm not sure, but that's what it seems like to me," I continued as the song played to a sadder one. "The final image is a flash of green. It looks like lightening to me, but lightning isn't green, so..." I sighed deeply as my eyes stared ahead blankly. "Well, perhaps it can be when a wizard is involved." My grey eyes looked to Professor Snape, who clearly knew what I was referring to. "But you aren't going to tell me, are you? Just like how you two didn't tell the full story of what happened to our parents. You left something very important out, a very big piece to the mystery, after all."