The Last Horcrux/Check Snake

“Mistress…” hisses Hastur, “Something iss not right. Something iss… suspiciousss…”

You reach up to touch the small black snake that is tenderly wrapped around your throat. His smooth black scales feel reassuring when you touch him, as all familiars should. You hiss back quietly to Hastur that everything is as it should be. Noticing how naturally you speak to and understand the snake, you realise that Emily is a parseltongue, just as you are, and you notice the feeling of two small fangs in her mouth, just a little larger than normal canine teeth.

• What is in your hand?
• Whose body is this?
• You need to find a mirror
• You need to find a wand