Harry Potter:blood legacy

Harry looked at the woman standing before him, noting that she was quite beautiful, with light brown skin, chocolate-brown eyes, and black hair tied up in a bun. Her outfit consisted of black elegant shoes, tights, a gray skirt that fell to her knees, and a white blouse under a gray blazer. From Harry's perspective, his guest seemed slightly nervous.

"Mr. Potter?"

"Yes," the boy nodded. "Are you from Hogwarts?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes. I am Professor Bathsheba Babbling, and I teach Ancient Runes at Hogwarts."

"Ancient Runes?"

"Exactly. It's a form of writing witches and wizards used hundreds of years ago. In my class, I teach many things, like how to read runes and how to use them."

"So, if I enroll, I'll be able to study them?"

"Actually, not in your first year," the professor clarified. "At the end of your second year, you'll be given several elective subjects to choose from, and Ancient Runes is one of the options."

"Oh," Harry muttered, shaking his head. "Sorry, I should have invited you in already." He stepped aside so the woman could enter.

"Thank you," Professor Babbling smiled as she entered, and Harry closed the door behind her before leading her into the living room. Bathsheba glanced around the rather dull room and noticed a collection of photographs, none of which featured Harry himself. "Where's your family?" she asked as she sat on the couch.

"My relatives are out right now," Harry replied. The Dursleys had indeed gone to visit one of Vernon's business partners. "But don't worry; they know someone was supposed to visit me," he lied. In truth, he had hoped to surprise his relatives with the sudden appearance of a witch or wizard, but unfortunately, that plan didn't work out. "So, you're here to explain and talk to me about Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes, I..." Bathsheba trailed off when she suddenly heard a hissing sound. "What was that?"

The answer came as she saw a black snake with emerald-green eyes slither into the room. She gasped, jumping off the couch and drawing her wand. The woman was about to cast a spell when Harry stood up, calmly approached the snake, and—before she could warn him of the danger—knelt down and picked up the reptile, placing it on his shoulders.

"Oh, this is Jet," Harry smiled, gesturing to the snake on his shoulders, which hissed in response. "He says 'hello,'" the boy translated. "Oh, wait—can you understand him? I've never met anyone else who could talk to snakes," he admitted.

"You can talk to snakes?" Bathsheba slowly repeated, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard.

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After recovering from the shock of discovering that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, owned a snake of all creatures, Bathsheba escorted him to Diagon Alley. This was after Harry spent several minutes convincing her that his relatives wouldn't mind and would return much later. Before heading out for shopping, Harry brought up the rule in the letter stating he was only allowed to bring an owl, cat, or toad to Hogwarts. He outright refused to attend school without Jet.

What could have been a problem was quickly resolved when the professor cast a spell confirming that Jet was not merely a pet but a "familiar," meaning Harry and Jet were magically bonded. Harry was overjoyed at the revelation, certain that he would remain friends with Jet forever. The snake was equally pleased, both for the same reason and because he considered being a familiar far superior to being a mere pet—not that he wasn't already, given that he was a bloody snake, after all. Plus, it meant he was tied to a boy destined to become a powerful wizard.

The group arrived at Charing Cross Road via Apparition, which Bathsheba had explained beforehand. It was akin to teleportation, though not as enjoyable as it sounded. Harry nearly vomited, barely managing to avoid embarrassing himself, while Jet, hidden under his clothes, hissed irritably.

"Sorry," the professor apologized. "Don't worry, the first time is always the hardest. With a little practice, you'll barely feel it."

"It felt like my entire body was shoved through a pipe and flung in random directions," Harry confessed, shaking his head to clear it.

"Yes, I felt the same way my first time. Many people feel sick the first time they Apparate."

"Can't imagine why," the boy quipped dryly, earning a light laugh from Babbling.

"You okay, Jet?" Harry asked the snake, who hissed that he was fine.

"Let's go," the professor urged. "And I'd suggest keeping your companion hidden," she advised.

"Why?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I'll explain later after we've finished shopping," Bathsheba promised as they approached an unassuming dark shop. "This is the Leaky Cauldron. Muggles can't see it."

"Muggles?"

"That's what we call non-magical people. This is the entrance to Diagon Alley," the woman explained before they stepped inside. The Leaky Cauldron definitely looked better inside than out, at least much cleaner. Harry glanced around and noticed most of the patrons were dressed in robes of various colors. "Give me a second," the professor said before waving her wand over her outfit, which transformed into a dark red robe.

"Wow," Harry exclaimed.

"Cool, isn't it?"

"Yeah," he agreed, glancing down at his own attire—simple black sneakers, blue jeans, and a gray shirt under an open black hoodie. "Do I need to change too?"

"No, you're fine. I only changed to blend in when visiting your home without drawing attention."

"Oh, hello, Bathsheba," the local bartender greeted, waving at them. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you, Tom. I'm here on Hogwarts business today."

"Good heavens," the man gasped as he noticed her companion. "That's Harry Potter!" he exclaimed. Instantly, all conversations in the room ceased as everyone turned to stare at the celebrity. The silence lasted only a moment before the patrons began swarming around Harry, eager to shake his hand, touch him, and talk to him.

Bathsheba frowned at the spectacle. Yes, it was Harry Potter, but he was only eleven years old, and adults should have shown more tact and restraint around him. She glanced at Harry, who stood as stiff as a board, and realized he likely disliked this even more than she did.

The professor grabbed the boy by the shoulders and quickly led him out the back door before he or his snake could snap. She didn't realize how close it had been—Jet, who had wrapped his lower half around Harry's bicep with his head resting on the boy's wrist, had been mere seconds away from attacking to protect his friend, who clearly didn't enjoy being surrounded.

"Are you okay?" the professor asked once they were outside in an alleyway that ended in a dead end.

"What the hell was that?!" Harry demanded. "What did they want from me?!"

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