Alone in The Wizarding World Chapter 6 (The Voice of A Snake) (Patreon)

Dumbledore didn't know what to think; weeks had passed since the boy had last visited the mirror of Erised, he had been sure Harry would See the mirror once again, and this time Dumbledore would reveal himself to him and give him clues that he needed to advance his plan further but instead none of that happened.

Since his last visit, Harry had undergone some drastic changes, one of them being how good he was at learning spells and everything.

The professor had expected the boy to have trouble when it came to learning magic because of his background, especially with people like Dursley, who hated magic. Harry would need someone to help him, yet it felt like Harry changed in a single night; one day, he was his usual self getting in trouble with Ron Weasley, and the following day, he was seen spending the entire day in the library reading book after book, and even getting some of the books back to his room, reading at night probably. When the holiday ended, Harry had changed.

McGonagall had come to his office one day informing him of how Harry had actually answered almost every question she had asked the class, the questions which Hermione Granger usually answered; this time, Harry was answering as well.

But it didn't stop there; next was Filius Flitwick, who came with a big smile, telling how Harry had learned and done several spells in the class, including one he had never seen before; according to him, it created a Blue Flame that was much hotter than the normal one.

Dumbledore wasn't sure if he should be happy or not; as long as Voldemort would be defeated in the end, it didn't matter how he got there; the professor didn't think of doing anything extreme to make sure Harry would act exactly as he planned, as long as he didn't have a second Dark Lord on his hands that would be fruitful.

For now, he decided to just keep a close eye on him; he knew no one changes overnight, at least not in a natural way; the old professor felt a headache when he remembered Snape's report.

Apparently, according to him, The Potter had gotten bolder, going as far as throwing insults at a Professor; Dumbledore highly doubted the latter, but Harry still acted the same, not counting the studying more and overall better knowledge.

Releasing a tired sigh, he allowed himself to lean back against the chair, his eyes looking at his old Phoenix friend. Fawkes a good friend and a good judge of character.

"It seems things are getting... stranger; let's see how Harry will grow up to be," he said with a little smile. His friend just looked at him before making a sound as if agreeing with him.

Harry Potter - Before

Today Hermione would arrive; he had been excited about her return, Ron wasn't as much as him, but he didn't care. The ginger boy was more interested in asking why he was studying so much and why he wasn't spending as much time playing.

Harry had kept his meeting secret with the old wizard; he still wasn't sure how to deal with the whole situation. Harry had asked some questions, but not many, one of them being how he could talk to him; when asked, the wizard just said that he himself didn't know the answer to that.

"You hated the Muggles. Why?"

"They hunted us like animals. Do you know how many witches and wizards were burned alive for simply being born like us," the old wizard countered with a hissing tone.

Harry had to admit that he had a point, but the way how House Slytherin looked at Hermione always made his blood boil.

"How can you be here? You are dead, aren't you?" Harry asked; he was in a dark void; there was nothing around him but darkness; the old wizard grimaced at his question.

"I don't know, he might know, but I don't," He spoke with a hissing tone. Harry wondered who was 'He' and before he could ask the question, a snake slowly came out of his robes; the snake was dark with red eyes like blood.

Harry felt his heart beating in his throat as the snake approached slowly in a menacing way, opening his mouth slowly, showing two large front teeth like swords.

Harry opened his mouth and started speaking a language he had spoken only once before.

"I'm Your friend; my name is Harry Potter. I'm harmless," Harry spoke, his voice like a hissing of a snake.

The snake stopped approaching, his red eyes looking at Harry curiously, a long tongue coming out of his mouth.

"You speak my language, human child; look me in the eyes and tell me what you see," the snake spoke.

Harry didn't know why but he didn't feel frightened by the snake anymore; his green eyes made eye contact with his red eyes; the moment he did, he felt light-headed, his vision drifting away as if his soul was leaving his body.

He felt weightless; he didn't feel pain; he felt... nothing.

Harry didn't remember anything, only that he had panicked, thinking that he was dying, only to wake up back in his bed.

After that day, whenever he studied something, he heard the snake whispering certain things in his ear, like-

Harry escaped his thoughts when he felt a nudge on his shoulder. He turned to see Ron looking at him.

"You ok, mate?"

Harry simply nodded his head; he had been too deep in his thoughts. The two boys sat awkwardly on the sofa in the common room. They watched Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, and many more Gryffindors climb through the portrait hole, but there was still no sign of Hermione. Ron and Harry had almost given up all hope of her returning when the portrait swung open once more. There stood Hermione Granger, a huge grin plastered on her face, showing off her slightly large front teeth.

"Harry!" Hermione threw her arms around him as he stood up to greet her, "I missed you so much," She whispered in his ear.

"Hermione!" Harry blushed.

"Sorry..." she pulled away.

"It's alright." Harry beamed, "I missed you too!" There were small tears forming in the corners of Hermione's eyes, but she ignored them, "It's great to be back."

"It's great to have you back!"

"Thanks!" Hermione picked up her trunk and smiled at Harry.

"How...um...how were your parents?" Harry asked uncertainly. Hermione's face fell, "Oh, well, they were okay, I suppose...they didn't really want to drive me-" She trailed off, looking at the floor.

"Sorry." Harry put his hand on her shoulder. "It's fine, really." Hermione wiped away the tears that had been about to fall, "I'm just so happy that I'm, well, home."

Harry felt even worse when he heard that her parents were supposed to be her home as well; how could they not accept her?

"Hermione, how about a trip to the library?" Harry asked, wanting the grim feeling around them to disappear, and knowing her, she would most likely accept; hearing his words, she brightened up like a candle in a dark night, completely ignoring Ron's groan of annoyance.

"Yes, you're absolutely Right," She said, grabbing his hand, literally dragging him away; Harry laughed at her antics before following her behind.

Now

Harry was reading a book of The Third Year, mostly defending spells; later, he decided to read about Runes; when Hermione had asked him how he got those books, he only responded that he had his ways. The library was as silent as a grave; the bushy-haired girl near him was reading a book of the second year; since arriving back, Hermione had been quick to notice the changes in Harry's behavior; at first, she ignored them, perhaps her friend just wanted to study more, but after two weeks, she knew Harry wasn't just studying for exams, he no longer needed her help for homework, hell it had been three times now that he had finished homework before her, they had started a little competition, something Hermione wanted to absolutely win with all her will.

One more thing was Harry's lack of interest in finding out what was stolen at the bank and who Nicolas Flamel was; Hermione wondered if Harry knew something he wasn't telling them for whatever reason.

"Harry," she called him softly; the green-eyed boy didn't react to her calling him; she figured he must be too focused on his book; nudging his shoulder softly, Harry escaped his daze before looking at her.

Hermione was taken aback to see his right eye glowing Red before turning back to normal green, she wondered if her mind was simply playing tricks with her, no one could change their eye color like that without using any kind of spell, and she hadn't heard Harry using any since coming here.

"Yes, Hermione?" Harry asked, his voice neutral, and for a moment, Hermione felt like someone else was talking.

Dropping the idea completely, she asked something that even Ron was curious about.

"Harry, why aren't you interested anymore in what was stolen and who Nicolas Flamel is?" She asked, leaning a bit closer to his face, her voice low, almost a whisper, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation.

"There's no point in doing that, and Nicolas Flamel is an alchemist; he made the Sorcerer's Stone," Harry told Hermione without a hint of interest while Hermione's eyes widened like plates.

"Harry! Do you know What this Means-" she was interrupted by Harry putting his finger on his lips for her to lower her voice before pointing at the many students studying in the same area. Seeing that no one was paying attention to their discussion, Harry turned to Hermione.

"I know what this means. I know what Sorcerer's stone does, but it is not our problem," Harry simply said with a little shrug of his shoulders.

Hermione opened and closed her mouth many times, unsure what Harry was getting with this. She never thought Harry would simply decide to ignore something as vital as the Sorcerer's Stone being stolen.

"Harry, what if someone from Hogwarts is trying to steal it? What if Snape is trying to steal it?" Hermione asked, her voice low but worried.

"Snape is not trying to steal it; he's not stupid enough to do something like that with Professor Albus around. Even if someone is trying to steal it, what can we do? We should not forget that Dumbledore is here; if he took the stone and hid it somewhere, I highly doubt anyone would be able to get to it." Harry said with a serious tone, trying to get his point across. They were just a bunch of children getting worried over things they didn't need to; Hermione was about to say something else when he continued.

"Don't forget that Voldemort himself was afraid of Albus Dumbledore; he might be old but is not stupid," Harry added with a neutral tone, not caring that he said the name of the monster who killed his parents; many students winced when they heard the name of the dark lord, Hermione leaned back but no visible reaction.

Harry thought it was a bit idiotic for someone like Dumbledore to hide something as important and valuable as the Sorcerer's Stone inside a school full of unprepared children; what happened if any follower of Voldemort suddenly decided to go on a rampage? Sure they wouldn't go far with the professors around, but it was still a danger that Dumbledore was willing to take. It was reckless more than anything.

The Bushy-haired girl knew her best friend was making a good point; someone like Dumbledore would ensure something was protecting the Stone even if he wasn't around, just in case.

But does that mean they should be completely careless and not bother with it at all. "Are you sure?" She asked again, wanting to make sure that he was fully convinced that they should do nothing.

Harry simply nodded before returning back to his book.

Later

Another class with the charm's professor was one of the few classes that almost everyone enjoyed. They were trying to learn a charm from professor Filius, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw were sharing a class; Harry was sitting with Hermione together. They were trying to make an object soft, even if it was a literal stone; they needed to make the first layer as smooth as a pillow.

"Moollis," several students said, some shouting, some yelling; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get it to work.

"Mollis," Hermione said with a pout when she saw that her spell wasn't working; she briefly glanced at Harry, wanting to see how far he had gone, only to see him without a wand in his hand and just whispering the word.

"Harry! What are you doing?" Hermione asked him quietly, leaning herself closer to him, not wanting to be heard by the professor.

"Have you heard about wandless Magic, Hermione?" Harry suddenly asked; he was still facing the little piece of rock in front of him. Hermione was taken aback; of course, she had heard and read about that topic, but not much since it was considered almost impossible; she had dropped the subject and decided to focus on something else. No point in wasting her time with things that were considered almost impossible.

"Yes, but that's almost impossible, Harry," she stated confidently before her eyes rested on Harry again, whose wand was lying on the desk.

"Is that what you're trying to do?" She inquired with a hint of disbelief. Harry simply nodded with a little smirk on his face.

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully; she should have known he would try something like this. "Harry, there's a reason why wandless magic is considered almost impossible," she said, hoping he would listen to her.

Harry's smirk grew, "'Almost' the book doesn't state that is impossible, Hermione," he responded with a sly tone, annoying the bushy-haired girl even more. Harry knew that even if the books stated that Wandless magic was considered impossible, he still would have tried; he found it quite interesting to do things people saw impossible.

Shaking her head, deciding to use her bossy tone, perhaps that would work. "Harry, you can-" her words froze in her throat; when Harry's right eye turned red, he whispered something, and the rock was engulfed in white light before it disappeared.

Harry smiled, seeing the results; picking up the rock, he noticed the smooth layer of the rock, almost touching a soft pillow.

"Touch it," Harry insisted; Hermione touched the rock only to feel a soft layer over the rock. It was like touching a pillow, a soft one.

Her mouth still opening and closing, she wanted to ask, like a million questions, how did he do that? Can she learn it? Who taught him? What else can he do? Can I please learn it? But before she could bombard him with questions, the professor noticed that Harry had done the job.

"Everyone, it seems Mister Potter did it, ten points to Gryffindor," the professor exclaimed with enthusiasm, looking at the class; Gryffindor were happy for Harry, while Ravenclaw were wondering how Potter did it.

The professor's eyes moved at Harry, only now noticing that his wand was lying on the table; it seemed Hermione was asking Harry questions, completely ignoring the fact that she still hadn't finished her job, approaching Mister Potter and Miss Granger.

"Excuse me, did you not use the wand?" He asked curiously, pointing at the wand and gaining the attention of everyone in the class.

"No, professor, I did it without a Wand," Harry stated, causing the whole class, minus Hermione, to gasp.