Sara was reading in the library after school. She was reading a very interesting book. “Some wizards and witches can talk to snakes. This ability is called...”Sara trailed off. Talking to snakes? “Weird,” She put the book back on the shelf, and as if on cue, the snake hissing began from outside the library. Sara caught up to it this time in a abandoned corridor. It was the snake from her first day. “Why are you following me?” She questioned. Not like it would answer. But then it did. “Because I need to bring you a message.” Sara said, “Your not supposed to talk. I must be dreaming.” It said “You can talk to snakes, like Harry Potter and Voldemort can.” Sara was confused. Why would a snake bring her a message? “What do you want to tell me?” She asked. “He asks you to meet him in the Forbidden forest on the full moon.” Sara stated, “Who is this he?” The snake cleared it’s throat. “Your father, Sara.” Sara knew that this was all wrong. “My father is dead!” The snake laughed. “Who is he then?” commanded Sara. “Your father sent me. He is Lord Voldemort.” Sara denied this. But as she thought harder, she realized that maybe it could be true. From the Ravenclaws, to the snake, to the summons, to her death eater adopted parents, it had to be true.