Harry Potter and the Altered Destinies

Chapter 20: I Swear I Really Did Hear a Voice in the Wall

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Underlines - Quotes from the book

Parseltongue

Harry was on his way back from visiting the Black Lake and his new friend Levi the Leviathan when he first started hearing the voice in the wall.

It was a voice, a voice to chill the bone marrow, a voice of breathtaking, ice-cold venom. "Come . . . come to me. . . . Let me rip you. . . . Let me tear you. . . . Let me kill you. . . ."(- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Page 120) 

The voice made him freeze in his tracks, because he heard the slight undertone that he normally associated with hearing snakes while his brain was in English Mode.

Wondering what snake could possibly be hungry at this time of hour and talking like that while hunting for mice or rats, and more importantly seeming to be around him but not visibly, Harry reluctantly continued on his way. Though, far more cautious than originally as he made a mental note to ask around slyly about anyone in any years having a pet snake.

While it seemed like many people had snakes in Hogwarts, those who did were kept under-eye from Harry, until October rolled around without any more incident and Harry reluctantly put the whole topic under stasis.

He felt over paranoid about the topic and his friends had started giving him weird looks every time he brought it up, so he dropped it with everyone but Neville, who seemed to be the only one but Draco that believed him and didn't think he was making it up.

Why some of their friends thought he was making it up, he didn't really know. Harry thought the only reason Draco and Neville really believed him was because out of all his friends, those two were the closest and knew he secretly hadn't all the attention on him even when he acted otherwise in public.

They were the ones to know that when he and his dad had found out about his fame, they learned how to act like no one could emotionally or physically harm him. It's why his dad had trained him since he was adopted, and not say when he was sixteen like his dad originally wanted.

But the truth of the matter was, that Harry would be in public's eye, including his enemies, and he couldn't always rely on his magic or having people around him to help him. It also explains why he was as 'gifted' with magic according to his teachers, in truth, Lou had been teaching him since they found out about his gift in the magical arts. While most of it was theory and teaching him the incantation and wand movement, he hasn't done most of them in fear the magical society would investigate and find out he was living with a Muggle.

While his friends know, the fact the society actually didn't was for the best, because who would ever think that their savior was living in a Muggle Home? It was a safe place that kept wizards away, as they often only looked in their world for the coming 'Leader of the Light' that was the 'Next Albus Dumbledore'.

Harry shook his head from his daydream and looked back over at his students taking a test, making sure none of them had drifting eyes or any written notes on their hands, wrists, or arms. He eyed the one Ravenclaw girl he knew had talked with McGonagall earlier that year, she seemed to be looking out the window daydreaming while he quill was scratching over the test, but seeming to be drawing instead of actually completing it.

Quickly, he went down the rows, acting like he was making sure they weren't cheating (which he was kinda doing while he was on his mission), he looked over the Ravenclaw's test and saw that all of it was completed, including the essay part. In fact, she seemed to be drawing what appeared to be a bow truckle.

Huh, a very detailed bow truckle in fact. Impressed, he blinked as his eyes met the storm-brewing colored eyes that belonged to the artist.

She gave him an embarrassed smile as she ducked her head and Harry watched the slightly dazed expression enter her eyes, but behind it, was awareness and a wall that she seemed to be hiding behind.

Remembering what happened with their magic last time, Harry set a brief swirl of his own magic toward Luna and made it feel like he understood why she wasn't saying anything about having finished her test, or because she was hiding behind a wall.

Quickly, he made his way back to the desk to start grading the previous assignment that was due the day before.

The period ended rather quickly and he dismissed his students as he kept his head down and working. It was only when he looked back up the only other person in the room with him was Luna Lovegood.

"How may I help you?" Harry asked politely, knowing that he had to stay in teacher mode at the moment as class had just ended.

"You can drop the teacher act, it's not why I stayed behind," she said quietly, as it seemed like the walls that she hid behind was slowly being dropped, like Harry was being given a chance.

"Oh, well. Um, how can I help you?" Harry asked awkwardly, realizing now that he had no idea what he was saying or doing. Or why Luna was really talking to him outside of being her professor.

"I wanted to thank you, for not saying anything, and to warn you about the Dabblerblimp that you should look out for if you see the merman's again."

With that, Luna walked out of the classroom with her head held high and a dazed look in her eye.

Shaking his head at the weirdness of that day, Harry decided it was best to just go to lunch and not overthink the conversation that happened. He knew that there was a Deathday Party he was invited to attend by the Gryffindor ghost instead of the Halloween Party he wasn't up to fully celebrating.

With that, Harry put the snake and the conversation out of his mind. Not knowing that he would need both topics sooner than he thought for the adventures that awaited him.

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