Harry Potter:blood legacy

"- Alright, now listen." Harry spoke in a quiet voice, but loud enough for all his classmates to hear. "When Hooch comes back, we'll tell her what Weasley said, but until then, stay away from the Gryffindors."

"- Why?" asked Pansy Parkinson.

"- Because we're going to be united in this. I want all of you to tell Hooch that we were incredibly angry but smart enough to create distance between us and the Gryffindors. It'll make us look more mature and, hopefully, hurt Weasley, maybe even earn us some house points."

"- What about Weasley?" asked Draco. "We can't just let him get away with losing a few points and maybe getting detention. That's not enough."

"- Malfoy's right," agreed Theodore Nott. "The red-haired idiot needs to pay."

"- You won't hear me disagreeing," declared Daphne, throwing a fierce glare in Weasley's direction before refocusing on the conversation.

"- Listen up, kids, 'Uncle Harry' is going to give you some important life advice," Harry smirked, glancing at each of his classmates before stopping on Daphne. "Revenge, pain, and suffering are all better stretched out over the course of a year. Weasley will pay for his comment, but we're not going to forget it by using a few spells in the heat of the moment—that's the Gryffindor way."

"- I guess I understand, but I wish we could just hex that idiot right now," sighed Daphne.

"- Daph," Harry grinned. "Remember who Angela is planning to introduce me to?"

"- Huh? Yeah, but why are you asking?" Daphne didn't understand, while the others, except Blaise, looked confused.

"- I might just mention this incident. Can you imagine how good we'll look and how bad Weasley will come off?" Harry waited, watching as Daphne's face slowly changed from frowning to a wide smile.

"- Oh, you're so wicked, Potter."

"- What are you two talking about?" Draco asked, confused.

"- You'll find out sooner or later."

"- Yes," Jet hissed in satisfaction. "Patience, little albino."

Harry was currently sitting at the Slytherin table with Blaise, while Daphne and Tracey, who had been allowed to leave the hospital wing shortly after the broom incident, sat across from them. Harry was a bit confused as to why Tracey turned bright red when he asked if she was okay, but she assured him she was fine. They were all eating breakfast. Jet was also present, lying on the table and happily devouring a fine piece of meat provided by the house-elves.

The previous day, Harry had sent a letter to the reporter Angela wanted to talk to. According to the third-year, it was easier to write than to arrange a meeting. The letter from Harry also included small notes from the other Slytherin first-years, who eagerly agreed to write. Harry had also managed to convince Professor Babbling to write a signed statement proving that Jet was indeed his familiar.

Daphne eagerly awaited the arrival of the newspaper with an article detailing how Weasley carelessly mentioned that Tracey's life wasn't worth anything because she was a Slytherin. When the teachers learned what Ron had said, they deducted even more points from Gryffindor and added additional detentions to those Weasley already had. But that wasn't enough for the Slytherin first-years.

"- Oh, look, the owls are coming," Blaise was the first to react to the arrival of the mail. The Daily Prophet—the most popular newspaper in the wizarding world—had arrived.

"- Thanks, girl," Harry smiled at Hedwig and stroked her feathers, making the owl puff up proudly. She happily hooted when he offered her a piece of bacon.

"- Hello, number two," Jet casually greeted the rival for his owner's attention. Hedwig responded with a look that clearly said, "I don't know what you just said, but I'm almost certain I'll kill you if I find out."

"- Have another piece of bacon, Hedwig," Harry smoothed over her displeasure, handing her another treat, which she gladly took. The boy shot a warning glance at Jet.

"- Alright, let's see what they wrote," Blaise leaned toward the paper to read it with Harry, while Daphne and Tracey got up, walked around the table, and stood behind the boys, peeking over their shoulders. The headline read: "The True Boy-Who-Lived!" The article began with a brief introduction and a concise but accurate summary of Harry's life before Hogwarts.

*"Ladies and gentlemen, here is a copy of the letter sent to me by Mr. Potter himself.

My name is Harry Potter. Most of you know me as the Boy-Who-Lived. I didn't always know who I was, and I was never sure I could perform magic until Professor Babbling from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry told me. I never knew my scar was magical or that it remained from a victory over a Dark wizard. In fact, I didn't even know my parents died for me.

Let me explain: before coming to Hogwarts, I lived with Muggle relatives who didn't love me at all. My first few years in the Dursley household were filled with abuse, and I had to act like their personal house-elf. They didn't even have the decency to give me a room—instead, they shoved me under the stairs in a cupboard. They told me my parents were drunks who died in an accident. I've heard some people think I was born and raised in a wonderful mansion, but that's far from the truth.

But one day, my life changed when I met a snake.

I was very surprised when I could talk to him, and I thought it was strange, but I didn't care. Do you know why? Because that was the first time I made a friend, whom I named 'Jet.' I wasn't sure how I was able to talk to him, but I correctly guessed it was magic, though I couldn't know for sure at the time. Jet saw my situation with the Dursleys and was unhappy about it. There were a few garden snakes near my relatives' house, and one day Jet convinced them to help him scare the Dursleys into behaving better.

I'm not saying all Muggles are bad—that would be silly—but those I lived with certainly weren't good. My life only improved after Jet appeared.*

And one day, I received a letter from Hogwarts. Professor Babbling visited me and told me magic was real. She explained everything about the wizarding world, including the fact that speaking to snakes means being a Parselmouth. Although she had no problem with my gift, it apparently makes me evil in some people's eyes for reasons I don't understand.*

Some say it's because Salazar Slytherin had the same ability, and the Dark wizard I defeated allegedly also spoke Parseltongue. But if that's the case, maybe I should stop wearing clothes and breathing, since Dark wizards did that too. Perhaps I should stop reading, writing, casting spells, and everything else Dark wizards did, because apparently, similar skills make me evil.*

Others told me it's because they believe snakes are evil. I want to ask: why do people even think snakes are evil? I've read books about animals—did you know tigers kill their prey by breaking its neck or ripping out its throat? Yet they're 'beautiful and majestic.'*

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