Harry Potter:blood legacy

"Jet, can they pet you?"

"Yes, but why?"

"Because you're interesting."

"Fair enough," Jet replied, satisfied with the compliment.

"He says he doesn't mind," Harry translated back to the girls.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this," Daphne said, shaking her head in response to Harry's casual use of Parseltongue. She and Tracey hesitantly reached out their hands, beginning to stroke the familiar.

"Oh, he's so smooth," Tracey whispered.

"I told you snakes aren't slimy," Daphne smirked, reminding Tracey of their conversation yesterday. It had started as a discussion about the different Hogwarts houses and somehow devolved into a debate about whether snakes were slimy and how aggressive badgers could be.

"Oh, I like this," Jet hissed.

"What did he say?" Daphne asked curiously.

"He likes it," Harry translated.

"Oh, that's good," Tracey said with a smile.

"Honestly, I didn't expect many people to be able to talk to snakes, but from the way you two are discussing it, this skill seems to be quite rare," Harry remarked.

"Yes," Daphne nodded. "The last confirmed Parselmouth was Salazar Slytherin himself."

"The founder of Slytherin?"

"Exactly."

"Then I suppose it makes sense that his house's symbol is a snake," Harry mused thoughtfully. "You said 'last confirmed'—does that mean there might be others?"

"Possibly. As far as I know, there were rumors that You-Know-Who could speak it too."

"Really?" Harry blinked in surprise.

"Yes, but it's just rumors. I don't know if they're true or if someone's just trying to make You-Know-Who seem more intimidating."

"Hmm... I..." Whatever Harry was about to say was interrupted when the compartment door slid open. Standing in the doorway was a girl around their age, with bushy brown hair, slightly crooked teeth, and already dressed in her Hogwarts robes.

"Has anyone seen a toad?" she asked tiredly. "A boy named Neville lost one..." She stopped mid-sentence as her eyes fell on the snake in the compartment. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.

"Haven't seen any toads," Harry answered honestly.

"That's a snake!" she gasped, pointing at Jet.

"We're quite aware of that," Daphne said, clearly amused.

"But you can't have a snake! Hogwarts only allows you to bring an owl, a cat, or a toad."

"I'm better than them!" Jet hissed indignantly, causing the girl to step back, though to her credit, she didn't flee like that red-haired boy had.

"He's not a pet," Harry began explaining. "He's my familiar."

"Familiar?"

"A magical animal bonded to a wizard," Tracey explained.

"Oh. How do you get a familiar?"

"Almost never," Daphne dashed her hopes. "Most witches and wizards never get one in their entire lives."

The girl frowned, looking both disappointed and a little envious. "But it doesn't matter if he's a familiar or not. It's still a pet, and the rules say you can only have a cat, owl, or toad."

"Familiars aren't pets!" Jet hissed angrily, and Harry echoed the sentiment in plain English for the stubborn girl.

"I already asked a professor. They said it's fine. Anyway, don't you have a toad to find or something?"

The girl looked like she was about to say something else but clearly thought better of it and closed the door behind her, leaving with a slightly irritated expression.

"Forget about her! Keep petting me!" Jet hissed impatiently. Harry rolled his eyes but translated. The girls blinked at the demand but obligingly resumed stroking him.

A while later, the train arrived at Hogwarts, and all the students disembarked, dressed in their uniforms. Harry brought Jet along because, as the snake had put it, "I'm not a bloody pet, and I'm not staying on this bloody train." Jet was hidden in Harry's right sleeve, coiled around his arm.

"First-years, over here!" a booming voice called, and the children saw Hagrid waving at them with one hand while holding a massive lantern in the other.

"What a big man," Tracey gulped nervously.

"His name's Hagrid," Harry informed her.

"You know him?"

"Not really. I met him once at Gringotts," Harry replied, noticing how many of the first-years looked distrustful or frightened of the giant, probably thinking he might eat them or something. Despite this, they all followed him.

As they walked, Harry pretended not to notice the whispering and pointing directed at him—or, more specifically, his scar. Some students recognized him immediately, while others took a moment, but soon enough, everyone knew that the Boy Who Lived was among them.

The group soon arrived at the lake, where several boats awaited them.

"Four to a boat," Hagrid instructed, taking one for himself.

"After you, ladies," Harry offered to his companions.

"Thank you," Daphne nodded, stepping into the boat first.

"Thanks, Potter," Tracey smirked as she sat beside her friend. "Good to know chivalry isn't entirely dead."

"I just wanted to make sure the boat wouldn't sink," Harry quipped, taking the next seat. The fourth person to join them was a dark-skinned boy who nodded in greeting as he sat down.

"This spot isn't taken, is it?" he asked.

"No," Harry shook his head. "Just us three."

"Great. I'm Blaise, Blaise Zabini," he introduced himself just as the boats began moving on their own.

"Nice to meet you. This is Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis," Harry gestured to each girl, who nodded at the mention of their names. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter, though I suppose that's pretty obvious."

"Yeah, the scar kind of gives it away. I think most people have already figured it out," Blaise remarked, glancing at the children in other boats. Some were sneaking glances at Harry, while others were openly staring.

"Honestly..." Harry shook his head in exasperation. "You'd think they'd be more tactful."

"I'd think they'd realize they have seven years to stare at you and don't need to cram it all into one night," Daphne remarked lazily.

"Glad to see you have a sense of humor," Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, you think so?"

Harry was about to respond when Hogwarts suddenly came into view, and it was truly a breathtaking sight. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting the school in a magical glow against the darkness, as though it had been crafted by magic itself. He realized he was smiling without even noticing.

Harry and the other first-years stood in a small room in front of Professor McGonagall, who was the deputy headmistress and also taught Transfiguration. She was giving a speech about how the house they were sorted into would become their family. She then left but not before instructing them to wait until they were called to begin the Sorting.

Harry had asked Daphne and Tracey if they knew how the Sorting worked, but they had no idea, nor did Blaise. Apparently, it was a tradition to keep the method a secret from the new students.

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