MAGIC IS MIGHT - or is it?

Chapter Thirty- Say hello to a snake!

"You must be a parselmouth!" Keefe, yet again, spat out his drink, choking. "A what?" Rose rolled her eyes. "A parselmouth," She repeated. "Someone who can talk to snakes." Linh rubbed her hands together. "But a dragon isn't a snake, it's a dragon- isn't it?" Rose laughed. "Well, I suspect a dragon is just a bigger version of a snake, with legs." 

Albus leaned forward. "Where is the tooth, anyway?" Sophie held it up. "Ooh," Linh admired. "It's so pretty!" Indeed it was. The tooth was a perfect triangle, with a bit of a rounded edge. It's surface gleamed like opals, and there was one crack in the tooth's glassy complexion. Somehow, the tiny slit of imperfection made it, for some reason, perfect. As it dangled on it's leather cord, she wondered why the dragon had ever bothered to give her such a gift. Or a better question, why had he showed up at all? 

"Anyway," She said light heartedly. "What now? Notify the council?" Rose shook her head. "To them, we're just..." She put her book on the ground and began to list of adjectives. "Moody, annoying, ignorant, arrogant, mediocre, idiotic, probably mental-" Albus bit into a frog. "Well, while she's still going," He said, now pulling out the card. "Barmy again, ugh- did you known that my dad was a parselmouth?" 

Sophie was genuinely surprised. She had not, in fact, known. Harry Potter was mysterious in ways that Keefe would probably compare to her- and she was sure, with the fact that he was, the-boy-who-lived-twice, would try to cover up things like that in his past. She didn't blame him. After all, she was the girl with a billion abilities, with another billion waiting to be triggered. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Mr. Forkle in a while. She popped a bean into her mouth, smiling at the sweetness of the strawberry shortcake.

"Indeed I was." Sophie swiveled her head towards the door. Harry was leaning against the door frame, an amused look on his face. "How long have you been standing there?" Albus demanded. "Five minutes," Harry told his son. "FIVE MINUTES? Couldn't you knock?" Harry rolled his eyes. "The door was open. You're starting to sound like James." Sophie giggled.  

The resemblance to the siblings was huge- and if Albus didn't want to be like him, he was fighting a loosing battle. Even their reckless behaviour was the same. "Sophie," She looked up. Harry was staring back at her expectantly. "A word?" She nodded and headed out the door, following him to a room covered with a thread bare tapestry. 

"I was a parselmouth," Harry said quietly. "And I know how much trouble that gave me." He looked at her, his green eyes warm. Looks like floo fire, she thought. "I advise you," He continued. "Not to tell anyone of your ability." Sophie felt her mouth open before she could stop it. "Why are you telling me this?" Harry gave a soft smile, though his eyes saddened. "In the battle of Hogwarts," He whispered. "The fallen fifty died- for me. I couldn't save them. But I can save you." He left the room, casting a worried glance over his shoulder.

Sophie smiled to herself. She needed people like this in her life.