Harry Potter:blood legacy

Vernon then became furious and lunged at his nephew. Harry, who was holding his wand at the time, was startled by the sudden attack, but luckily his wand reacted on its own and defended him. The resulting blast sent Vernon crashing to the floor. Harry found the whole incident brilliant, though Jet wasn't as amused. Sure, the snake was glad his master had put those foolish people in their place, but the fact that they dared to attack Harry was unforgivable. This was why, the next day, an army of snakes actively terrorized the Dursleys' house.

What followed was a kind of cold war. The Dursleys ignored Harry so completely that they acted as though he didn't exist. Harry, of course, was more than happy with this arrangement. It also meant he could take whatever food he wanted without them complaining since they were committed to pretending he wasn't there. The look on Dudley's face when Harry helped himself to his cake was a memory that would stay with him forever.

Another piece of good news was that Harry had finally chosen a name for his owl: Hedwig. At first, the snake and the bird were cold toward one another, not thrilled about sharing Harry's attention. Over time, however, they begrudgingly accepted each other's presence. Harry frequently assured them both that he cared for and loved them equally, which helped ease the tension. Hedwig comforted herself with the thought that she was the more practical companion, handling all correspondence. Jet, on the other hand, consoled himself with the fact that he was Harry's first friend and familiar, which elevated his status above that of a mere pet.

Now, Harry was simply excited to be on his way to Hogwarts. Hedwig wasn't with him at the moment, having decided to fly to the school on her own. Harry couldn't blame her—if he could fly, he wouldn't have wanted to endure a whole day on the train either. Jet slid out from Harry's left sleeve and settled by the window just as Harry removed his hoodie, placing it in the luggage rack and grabbing a book to pass the time.

Over the past few weeks, Harry had learned a few curses along with the "Lumos" spell, which created light at the tip of his wand, and the levitation charm. While these were simple spells, Harry was thrilled simply by the fact that he could do them. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the compartment door slide open and looked up to see two girls. One had beautiful chestnut hair tied in a ponytail and blue eyes, while the other had straight blonde locks that fell to her shoulders and much brighter blue eyes. They froze for a moment upon noticing Harry's scar but wisely chose not to comment on it.

"Hello, may we sit here?" the chestnut-haired girl asked politely.

"Go ahead," Harry nodded.

"Thanks," the blonde replied as the two girls carried their trunks inside and effortlessly placed them on the rack.

"Is there some kind of magic involved, or are you two stronger than you look?" Harry quipped, surprised at how easily they lifted their luggage.

"They're enchanted to be lighter," the chestnut-haired girl explained as they sat across from him. "I'm Tracey, Tracey Davis. This is my friend—" she gestured to the blonde—"Daphne Greengrass. What about you? Are you Muggle-born?"

Harry was about to answer when the blonde quickly grabbed Tracey's wrist. She looked tense and pale, her eyes wide and her expression nervous.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, confused by her reaction.

"T-there's a snake," Daphne whispered, nodding toward Jet. Tracey frowned and turned to look, her eyes widening when she saw what her friend meant.

"Oh, yeah, that's Jet," Harry explained, lifting his familiar. The snake calmly coiled around his hand and rested its head on the back of his palm.

"Jet?" Tracey squeaked.

"Yeah, he's my familiar."

"Your familiar is a snake?" Daphne asked, slightly calmer now.

"Yep."

"Oh, he's definitely going to be in Slytherin," Daphne remarked, turning to Tracey.

"Slytherin? That's one of the Hogwarts houses, isn't it?"

"Are you Muggle-born?" Tracey asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice. (To be fair, seeing a Muggle-born with a snake as a familiar would be unusual.)

"No," Harry shook his head. "Just raised by Muggles."

"You still haven't told us your name," Daphne pointed out.

"Harry. Harry Potter." The girls' eyes widened slightly, though they didn't seem overly surprised. The distinctive scar had already raised suspicions, but it was still surprising to sit in a compartment with the most famous boy in the wizarding world, especially one with a snake as a familiar.

Before anyone could say more, the door opened, and a lanky red-haired boy stuck his head in.

"Hey, I was—whoa," the boy stopped short, staring at Harry's scar.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked, knowing why the boy was staring but not particularly liking it.

"Hey! You're Harry Potter, aren't you?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

"I didn't know your scar was so big! By the way, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley. Do you remember how it happened?" the boy asked excitedly.

"Remember what?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"How you defeated You-Know-Who, of course!" Ron clarified in an awestruck tone.

"He was a year old," Daphne interjected. "People don't remember things at that age."

"Who are you?" Ron huffed, turning to the two girls.

"I'm Daphne Greengrass, and this is Tracey Davis," the blonde introduced herself coolly, clearly unimpressed with Ron's attitude.

"I know you. Your families are Slytherins," Ron said with a disgusted expression. "You should stay away from them, Harry."

"And why would I do that?"

"They're snakes," Ron explained as if it were obvious.

"Do you have a problem with snakes? In that case…" Harry raised his hand, revealing Jet, whose eyes gleamed menacingly. Ron's eyes widened comically. "You might want to leave."

"T-that's a snake."

"You're observant," Harry said dryly.

"But you can't have a snake!" Ron shouted before bolting from the compartment when Jet hissed and lunged slightly, pretending to strike.

"Well… that was… interesting," Tracey said awkwardly after a brief silence.

"Why are people so afraid of snakes?" Harry asked Jet, who simply shook his head as if to say, "Don't ask me."

"Wait, you're hissing at him," Daphne murmured. "You're speaking Parseltongue!" Her mouth fell open in astonishment.

"Yeah, ever since I was little… even smaller than I am now."

"He's definitely going to be in Slytherin," Daphne reiterated, turning to her friend.

"So you really understand what he's saying?" Tracey asked, her curiosity evident.

"Yep," Harry confirmed as Jet shifted to rest on his shoulders. "He's my best friend, and I talk to him more than anyone else."

"How long have you known him?" Tracey joined the conversation, looking just as intrigued as her friend.

"A few years. One day I woke up, and he was just there," Harry smiled as Jet affectionately rubbed his head against his cheek.

"Oh… um… can I pet him?" Tracey asked hesitantly.

"Let me ask him," Harry said, turning to his snake.

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