Sorry for the crappy quality, it wouldn’t let me share screenshots for some reason so I had to take a picture of my switch.
Also, in hindsight, his nose is a bit crooked…whoops, I need to fix that next time I log on
Dear Lord…I don’t know if I can do that again without going insane.
“Harry, I’d like to learn Parseltongue,” Hermione said one day during third year.
“Huh?” Harry responded. “Is that even possible?”
”I don’t know, but you’re my best bet. Please Harry, try to teach me Parseltongue!”
Hermione’s thirst for knowledge could not be stopped, and through much trial and error, Harry successfully taught her the basics of the language. It was very strange for Harry to teach a language he just intrinsically knew, but Hermione was smart enough to understand his messy attempts. Once the basics were down, Hermione was able to grasp the more advanced words and grammar rules. Before long, she was completely fluent.
”Hey Harry, can you teach me Parseltongue too?“ Ron asked a few weeks later.
”Wait, really?” Harry was shocked that Ron would want to learn the language of the serpents, especially after what happened last year with Ginny and the Chamber.
”I’ve just been feeling really left out with you and Mione hissing to each other all the time, mate. You know?”
So Harry taught Ron Parseltongue as well. It was partly easier, since Harry had more experience now. And also partly harder, because Ron didn’t have the same aptitude for the language Hermione did.
Then Ginny heard Harry and Ron hissing to each other. “I remember a bit from when Tom possessed me last year, but could you help me relearn it?” she asked. Harry was a bit weirded out by this request, but he complied. Maybe this was Ginny’s way of coping with the trauma.
Later, Draco Malfoy walked up to Harry, almost sheepishly. “Potter…” he started. “I heard you’ve been teaching students Parseltongue. As a true Slytherin, it’s only natural I will learn the language as well. Of course, I would…pay you handsomely.” he had to choke the last few words out, almost ashamed to be asking this.
Harry would have said no, but he thought it was funny. So, he agreed. Before long, many other Slytherins were asking the same thing, and a study group was created. Then the Ravenclaws wanted in, curious about learning a new language. They invited some Hufflepuffs, and eventually, practically half the school was in a massive Parseltongue Study Group led by Harry. Even a few curious Gryffindors joined.
When Dumbledore heard so many students speaking Parseltongue, he promptly had a heart attack.