Ginny Weasley finds humour in the situation.

Harry Potter certainly did not expect this. All he'd done was try and tell a conjured snake not to bother Justin; and he was getting looks of horror and distrust. Ron looked shocked as he dragged Harry out of the great hall, with Hermione following behind. Harry could hear the hall erupt in chatter as soon as he departed. Still extraordinarily confused, he stopped at the first floor landing, wanting an explanation from Ron, if he could provide it.

But they all stopped, hearing a t giggle from nearby. Frowning, Ron went to investigate.

"It's not funny, Ginny!" Ron scolded his laughing sister, whose laughter only intensified. "Stop laughing at him!"

Harry looked over at the siblings, looking as confounded as before.

"Sorry…Harry…" Ginny choked out. "But…Honestly…. 'Leave him alone?' Who says that?" Ginny paused, frowning. "It worked though. Well done!" Ginny looked impressed.

Harry felt much better. He turned to Ron and Hermione, "See," and back to Ginny. "Thank you."

If Ron looked shocked before, he was absolutely stupefied now. "Is that what you were doing?"

"Of course, everyone heard me."

"No we didn't Harry. We heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language."

Harry didn't understand what the fuss was about. "Yeah…I've spoken to snakes before…I thought everyone could do it."

"It's a very rare gift, Harry." Hermione spoke up. "This is bad. Salazar Slytherin was a famous parseltongue."

"And now everyone's going to think you're his great-great-great grandson or something." Ron added.

"That's ridiculous. Harry's is as much of a Dark Wizard as I avoid getting sunburn in Egypt on my unprotected skin." Ginny said.

Harry felt a warm feeling spread through him at Ginny's defence. But Ron looked even more horrified than before.

"If you can understand him; that means that you're a parseltongue too!"

"I must be."

"We've got to keep this a secret." Ron said. "If anyone finds out…"

"It does make me wonder…Why Ginny speaks it, when none of you (her brothers) do." Hermione questioned.

Ginny shrugged. "Talent, I suppose."

"What are you going to do with your understanding of snakes, Ginny?" Harry asked who was feeling as if a kindred spirit was at hand.

"Well, I think that since you'll undoubtedly use your powers in the constant pursuit of goodness and decency, I - in the interests of balance – should use them for nefarious purposes."

"Ronald Weasley! Give me your dessert! Hermione Granger! Gilderoy Lockhart has banned you from the library!" Ginny hissed, but only Harry could understand her. He dared not repeat what he heard.

"Please, show them mercy." Harry begged. Ginny considered it. "Alright then, since you asked so nicely."

Maybe if it had been someone else, Ron might've noticed the warning signs…but the ability to speak parseltongue wasn't restricted to evil wizards – Harry proved that. What was it that Ginny could speak it too…the ability could've skipped many generations through the Weasley lineage.

Still, Ron thought, as Harry and Ginny hissed away at each other, it was quite a mystery.

"Not the most pleasant sounding language." Ginny hissed.

"Agreed, but quite useful for privacy; except the Heir of Slytherin might be able to speak it too."

"Stupid git." Ginny said of the Heir. Harry completely agreed with her.