"You should have told us you were a Parselmouth."
"Or as I like to call it, Native Snake Latin speaker," Hannah spoke as she fell back into the couch in the common room.
"I don't even know what that means," Harry said as Ron gripped his shoulder while Hermione looked to Hannah with a stern stare, who was launching paper at the back of my head.
"You can talk to snakes."
"Oh, I know. I mean I did it at the zoo once," Harry said with the shrug of the shoulder. I looked at the side of his face, my brows drawing together as I watched him.
"Casual conversation for you?"
Harry looked between the lot of us, confusion writing across his eyes. I felt another ball of paper hit the back of my head, turning to look at Hannah with my best "Hemione" face. She smiled and waved, throwing the last ball of paper into the roaring fire. She stood and finally joined us.
"Look, loads of people can probably do it here right," Harry looked to Hermione with a deadpanned looked.
"No actually it's not a common gift at all."
"Hiss, shush, sash," Hannah mimicked Harry from earlier, making a serious face which made Hermione flick her forehead.
"Owh-" Hannah rubbed her forehead while Harry looked to Ron for help.
"This is really bad," I mumbled, looking at Ron worried face with pout.
"It's not bad any all (Y/N), I told the snake to leave Justin alone."
"Well it looked like you told the snake to attack Justin so," Ron railed off with an eye roll, looking to the painting that covered the wall before turning back to Harry.
"What do you mean you heard me!"
"Does Snake Latin mean nothing to you? You were talking a new language," Hannah threw her hands in the air.
"All we heard was Parseltonuge Harry," Hermione looked at the boy sympathetically.
"I-i couldn't talk a different language," Harry looked at his shoes while letting them run against the floor.
"Well bud," Hannah grabbed his upper arm and gave a tight squeeze before letting go.
"Harry, their is a reason Slytherin symbol is a snake. Salazar Slytherin was a Parseltonuge."
"Now the whole going to think you're his great-great-great- grandson," Ron declared.
"I-i'm not, I can't be."
"Harry, Salazar lived almost a thousands years ago, for all we know you could," I spoke softly as Harry guilty covered his face.
"I wanted to stop the snake."
"I know," Hannah gave a quick hug before moving back to the couch.
Ron followed Hannah to the couch, asking about the Charms homework for next class.
"Harry?"
"If you didn't know me would you be scared of me?" I frowned at Harry question, scared as he refused to looked me in the eye.
"I don't know, I haven't know a life here at Hogwarts without you," I threw an arm around Harry as I guided us to the couch and floor were everyone now sat.
"You can be honest, you know."
"Are you calling me a liar Potter?"
Harry just shrugged and fell back into the couch, the conversation taking a new turn as Ron spoke about his wand.
All I could think about was the year ahead, the blood on the wall, the weird languages, and this stupid chamber that is making second year worst than first it felt.
I watched the fire as everyone spoke, drowning the conversation out until Hannah, Ron, and Hermione said something about going to class.
"(Y/N)? Are you okay?"
"I guess," I mumbled to more so myself, before standing up and following everyone else to class. I heard footstep sound behind me, Harry present made known as he walked beside me.
"I think even if we didn't met on the train we'd somehow be friends," I spoke aimlessly, smiling as Harry nodded to my words.
"Do you ever feel like you've known someone longer than you actually have?"
"Yeah," I slowly started to see the door to out class come into few.
"That's how I feel about all of you, that's how I feel about you," Harry chucked as he spoke.
I smiled, opening the door to class with a smile and a nodded as Harry walked in, the rest of our friends already taking their seat.
"I feel the same way Harry."
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