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Through the eyes of a Serpent	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12067 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

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The days following the visit into the Chamber of Secrets were spent in the tender care of Madam Pomfrey, something that both frustrated and comforted Harry. While only the piercing wound from the Basilisk fang was of serious importance, and rather easily healed, the matron had insisted upon keeping Harry confined for a day or two longer than was necessary, just to be on the safe side.

Upon his release, with a clean bill of health, Harry found the entirety of Gryffindor gathered up about the common-room. The moment that Harry set foot in the gathered masses burst into wild cheers and congratulations for surviving the Basilisk and saving Ginny from certain death. Those who knew any better also made a note to congratulate Harry for thwarting Voldemort's attempts at resurrecting himself, yet again.

From then on life at Hogwarts slowly, but surely returned back to normal. The students still talked about the recent events, but beyond that there was very little commotion regarding the incident.

After a week from the encounter Harry found himself feeling feverish, not enough to warrant a visit to the medical wing, but certainly enough to cause slight discomfort through the day. Brushing aside Hermione's odd looks whenever Harry would swipe at his brow to clean away the sweat, telling her that he was just wearing too much clothing and would lighten them once they got out of class.

Wearing less and less clothing, until he wore only what was necessary with his uniform, with the exception of the tiniest things, like socks for example, the ravenette stopped wearing them, at least his feet didn't feel like they were burning off afterwards. His tie held loose and the top most buttons always held open on his shirt to let air free reign, and whenever Harry could get away with it, he would untuck his shirt to increase the cooling wafts of air tenfold, anything in the name of comfort.

After suffering through the personal heat-wave for a week, Harry woke-up one morning to the infernal itching of the Basilisk wound. The whole area was red and hot, and more Harry scratched it, the more intense the feeling became, to a point where Harry had no other option, but to get dressed and head out to the medical wing.

It wasn't until Harry had gotten down the stairs and well on his way along the hallway ad was caught by a prefect on patrol, that Harry cursed himself for forgetting his cloak in the dorms.

”What are you doing out past curfew??” Robert, a Ravenclaw prefect, inquired from the wayward student while giving him a stern look, although given his slightly inflated facial features it looked more like a squint that bordered on being painful.

”I was just on my way to see Madam Pomfrey, I can't sleep with this.” Harry replied quickly, tugging up the sleeve of his robes and shirt to reveal the irritated wound, which now had a few droplets of blood welling up where Harry's nails had caught the skin.

”Alright the Mister Potter, follow me.” Robert said with a nod right before he turned to walk along the hallway, escorting Harry along, lest he meet another prefect who would feel less inclined to take the boy to see Pomfrey than take points while sending the boy back to his dorm.

The walk over to the medical wing was filled with silence, Robert only speaking when it was to tell Harry to stop scratching at the itching wound, less it become even more irritated. When they arrived to the medical wing Robert told Harry to wait by the door while he went inside, leaving the door open.

After a short while Robert walked out again with a tired-looking Poppy tagging along, tugging on her robes tighter against her form.

”Come on in Harry, let's see about that wound.” Poppy said calmly, although tiredly while gesturing for Harry to get in. Shutting the door behind Harry and walking in after him, guiding him along to an empty bed.

Taking Harry's arm in both of hers Poppy looked it over, hmm'ing in thought every now and again. After a while she set the arm down and took her wand, running it over the area while performing the basic scans for infection and such, and when those tests revealed the presence of an infection, or at the very least something akin to it, the medi-witch went for her potions cabinet and fetched a sickly purple-colored jar, setting it upon the nightstand next to the bed that Harry was on.

”Go wash that area and rub this ointment onto it, preferably a bit over the red edges of the area, it should take care of the itching and help the wound to heal properly.” Poppy said with a nod, wondering exactly how the wound had managed to become infected, it might be the lingering traces of Basilisk venom, or a reaction to the tears, who knows, it was certainly surprising.

”And lastly, you should get some rest, so feel free to take that bed for tonight, but make sure to wake-up in time to get changed and ready for school in the morning.” The matron said while turning to leave,trusting in Harry's capability to see to following the instructions that she had given.

Harry nodded and watched the matrons retreating back. Removing his topmost layer of clothing, leaving himself in a pair of pants. Walking over to the nearby mirror, one that had a pitcher full of water and a bowl beneath it, both which Harry promptly used before glancing into the mirror. What he saw was enough to have the teen reeling back, a frown forming on his face.

Over his right shoulder there was a blotch of darker skin, almost like a bruise which covered the entire shoulder all the way down to the elbow, likewise on his chest there was some discoloring, this one slightly more on the red, and upon touch it felt warm, much like his wound did. Daring to turn his back onto the mirror and glancing over his shoulder, Harry felt himself filling with worry.

Both of his shoulder-blades held red lines that webbed along the length of the boys back, pooling mostly at the shoulder blades, but since they weren't exactly painful or anything like it, just disturbing. Looking himself over once more Harry decided not to bother the patient matron with his new discoveries, not until morning came, if they were still present by then.

With a plan of action firmly set the boy went about washing his wound, as well as the blotches on his shoulder and chest before rubbing the ointment onto them, feeling it was better to be safe than sorry. With his tasks done, Harry climbed back into bed and just flopped over the covers, feeling far too warm to tuck himself in. Moving his arms above his head and stretching out Harry let out a soft yawn before settling down to sleep.

When morning came, a few hours later, Harry found himself feeling rested and ready. Opting to lounge on the bed for a few more moments before swinging his legs over the edge, leaning forward a bit and putting his weight against his arms, which he braced against the bed.

Sliding off of the bed in order to turn around and make it, setting the pillows back and smoothing the cover over it before venturing over to the mirror to look at himself over. The odd discolorations upon his shoulders, as well as the Basilisk wound, were all gone, leaving behind the pale flesh that usually was. Sighing in relief Harry went to wash his face before tossing on his clothes so he could go and have breakfast.

Just as Harry was about to open the door to the hallway, he was stopped by someone saying his name in a tone that left no room for argument. Turning around Harry found the Matron standing at the door to her offices, hands on her hips and a stern look in her eyes, while a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

”Not attempting to sneak out before I have a look at you now, are you Mr. Potter??” Poppy mused from where she stood, motioning for Harry to come on over.

Harry merely made a face at being caught, flashing the matron a small grin while making his way over. While he walked Harry rolled up the sleeve and lift his arm up to be examined. Poppy took a firm hold of Harry's wrist and leaned in to have a closer look, hmm'ing thoughtfully before straightening again and drawing her wand out, flicking it once before running the tip over the wound, watching the colors and flashes carefully.

”Well, there appears to be nothing wrong anymore, but just to be on the safe side, come back and see me after classes, just in case.” Poppy said with a nod. Letting go of Harry's arm so the boy could fix his clothing back.

”Thank you Madam Pomfrey, and sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night.” Harry said while putting his sleeve back properly, buttoning it up before smoothing over it, looking over to the matron.

”It's quite alright Mr. Potter, you were lucky that I was spending the night here to keep an eye on someone, but you best be off now, can't study with an empty stomach.” Poppy smiled and motioned for Harry to leave before turning to go and check on whomever it was that she had been keeping an eye on.

Harry nodded briskly and turned, leaving post-haste, running all the way over to the Gryffindor tower to fetch his satchel and books, startling one of the many ghosts of Hogwarts by running right through her. Calling back his apologies, Harry kept on going until he got to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Just as he was about to say the password, the portrait swung open and a group of fourth year Gryffindors filed out. Taking his opportunity to hop right in after the last one to exit, grinning like a loon for having (duped) the portrait in such a clever fashion, only for his grin to falter and a look of surprise to take over his features when he was confronted by his two friends.

”Merlin's beard Harry, where have you been??” Ron all, but yelled from the bottom of the stairs leading up to the boys dormitory.

”We've been looking for you for almost half an hour, and were about to go tell professor McGonagall.” Hermione informed, fixing Harry with a worried look.

”Eh? I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep so I went for a walk.” Harry lied, doubting that either of his friends believed him, but what with time running out on getting something to eat and getting to class on time, they seemed to take the explanation for now.

”I'll go grab my things and I'll meet you in the Great Hall.” Harry said hastily just before he sprinted off again to rush and get the items he'd come here for originally.

When Harry grabbed hold of the strap of his bag with his right hand and tried to lift it, a sharp, burning pain flared on the arm, right over the wound. Letting go of the bag with a curse under his breath, Harry reached his left hand over and grabbed the aching spot, squeezing it firmly. The pain that radiated off of the spot was nearly enough to bring Harry on his knees, but he endured, gritting his teeth until the pain went away.

Opting to use his left arm instead, Harry hefted his bag up and flung it over his shoulder. Rubbing his right arm with his left hand Harry made his way downstairs again and through the portrait, only to find Hermione and Ron waiting for him there, obviously not satisfied with what they got earlier, and wanting Harry's company along the way.

The trio went down for breakfast, idly chatting about their studies, when it became apparent that Harry wasn't going to just change his story about what he had been up to in the earlier hours of the morning.

From then on the next week went on without much of a hitch, although Harry should of probably paid more attention to himself and the odd sensations he felt, instead of brushing them off as nerves over tests and getting all the homework assignments done.

There had been stomach cramps, nothing serious, just enough to distract from his duties momentarily, ontop of that he'd had moments of complete and utmost loss of thought and a hint of itching, especially on the top of the teens head, but as fate would have it he ignored them due to their fleeting nature.

It wasn't until the last week of school, now three weeks after the incident in the Chamber of Secrets that Harry took a dive for worse as far as his condition went.

It was a class on Charms with Professor Flitwick, half-way through the day when Harry suddenly felt dizzy, enough so to warrant grabbing his desk to stabilize himself. The world spun in Harry's eyes, while his body felt drained of all resources, his only focus being on his hands to keep them clutching onto the edge of the table.

Breathing shallow and unevenly Harry stood up abruptly, sparing the confused professor and classmates no mind. ”Got to...go to the infirmary...something's...wrong...” Harry whispered out groggily before taking a step to stand aside, planting his left hand against the wall that had been behind him, not waiting for permission to be excused.

The sharp turn to head off towards the door was cut short by Harry's foot losing all feeling all of a sudden. When Harry planted his foot on the ground and put his weight on it to take the other, instead of going forward the hasty teen was sent face-first towards the ground. In an effort to save himself from plummeting down Harry flexed his fingers against the wall he had been leaning against for support, as well as the back of Hermione's chair, seeing how she had been sitting to Harry's left during class.
While Harry's thought process was sound enough, the execution of his fail-safe failed miserably in it's stead. Merely holding his hands flat against any surface that would offer friction, his hands did nothing to hinder Harry's fall. Amidst the chaos of the moment there was a sound, the faint sound of something thin ripping, and in Harry's mind he though that he'd caught his sleeve on something and now torn it, it'd make his great month even better, it would.

What Harry failed to see were the strips of skin left behind fluttering onto the floor along the wall and off the back of Hermione's chair.

When Harry fell, it was Hermione and Ron who rushed to their friends aid, neither noticing the slivers of skin on the floor as they went to help Harry up, who ended up sprawled on the floor, much to the everlasting entertainment of the Slytherin's sitting across from the Gryffindor's on the other side of the classroom.

”Harry are you alright...” Hermione inquired while grabbing hold of Harry's left arm.

”C'mon, we'll take you to the infirmary.” Said Ron from the right as he grabbed hold of Harry's right arm.

It was then that Neville had managed to come over, to see if he could help as well, having sat next to Harry on his left, that the Longbottom heir noticed something on the ground.

”What's this...” Neville said aloud as he grouched down to pick-up the dry patch of skin, lifting it up to see.

Meanwhile Professor Flitwick had silenced the Slytherin's and sent them on their way, as well as most of the Gryffindors, and had waded his way over to the troubled younglings. Said boy who was on his hands and knees by now, trembling all over and panting heavily.

”Mr. Thomas if you would kindly fetch Madam Pomfrey here, with as much haste as you can muster, tell her it's urgent.” Flitwick said while still keeping his eyes on the pained youth.

Ron and Hermione, still knelt or grouched on the ground beside Harry glanced over to what Neville was holding up. Ron blinking like an owl at it, while Hermione knit her brows in worry and leaned in closer to Harry, both to make sure that Harry heard, but to see if there was any blood to indicate that the patch of skin fell off of Harry.

”Did you hurt yourself when you fell Harry.” Hermione inquired calmly, nodding slightly when Harry replied to her with only a shake of his head.

”Tore...my sleeve....” Harry managed to breathe out in between labored breaths.

”Doesn't look like it, now let's get you up.” Hermione instructed, moving to hold Harry's forearm on her side while Ron did the same to the other.

”Is something burning?...” Ron suddenly piped up, sniffing the air.

”Yeah, Harry is.” Neville pointed out, using his index finger to point at Harry's back.

Tiny tendrils of smoke were slowly beginning to seep through the fabric, steadily growing more and more intense by the second. Meanwhile every muscle on Harry's body was pulled taut causing the teen to slip from his friends grasp and back on the floor. Whining and squirming on the floor while the smoking became more and more prominent at his back.

”Alright everybody out of the classroom, NOW!.” Professor Flitwick ordered, shutting down all arguments with a threat of deducting house points for disobedience.

When the last of the students had exited the classroom, most of them lingering by the door and peeking in to wtach the professor approaching Harry, wand in hand. Standing two feet away from the writhing lad the Professor lift his wand and flicked it in a complex series of gestures and mumbled something, a spell to soothe the mind woven into a spell to alleviate the pain that Harry was feeling, but for all his experience the professor could not foresee what happened next.

The moment the spell was done and the magic rushed out towards it's target there was a loud whooshing sound as bright red flames burst out from Harry's back and they clashed with Flitwick's magic. The resulting boom from the clash was enough to shake the entire classroom and shatter the windows. Before Flitwick could properly gather himself from the previous clash the flames moved, surging towards the Professor, smashing harshly against the hastily conjured barrier the man had managed to pull to protect himself.

Landing into the group of students Professor Flitwick could only look dumbfounded into the room that was slowly being engulfed in flames, with a lone figure in the middle of them struggling to get up. Yet the moment the boy lift his head, it became clear, to all who were watching, that Harry, as they knew him, was no longer, if at all.

Glowing green eyes gazed from beneath sweaty hair, the pupils narrowed to mere slits and the look within them promised pain and suffering. The scar on Harry's forehead glowed bright red, the skin around it slowly disintegrating and revealing something black beneath the pale flesh, what it was was impossible to tell what with the flames flicking this way and that, seemingly out of control.

The look on Harry's face was one of madness most primal, instincts claimed what reason failed to control as the glow within those bright eyes intensified slowly but surely the stronger the magical presence that radiated off of Harry became. Before a sort of a zenith could be reached, Harry's hands shot up and covered his eyes, fingers curling to dig newly formed claws to his own forehead as a sharp, long shriek was let out, one similar to that of the cry of a bird.

Stumbling and struggling Harry managed to trip over a desk, tumbling over it and landing smack flat on the ground, seemingly ignoring the ache from that in favor of whatever it was that was causing all of these changes.

After a while of tumbling on the ground there was a low hissing growl to be heard and Harry's left hand tore itself off from covering his eyes, landing flat on the floor, the single revealed eye looking towards the doorway with the same amount of malice as it had before and with a flick of the boys hand the flames surged again, rushing towards the open door.

Professor Flitwick moved as quick as he could in flicking and swishing his wand, shutting the doors before the flames could reach them. Conjuring up a few smaller wards to secure the door and make it resistant of the magical fire that raged within his classroom. With that done he turned to the students and ushered them away before conjuring his patronus, a majestic eagle that hovered nearby while the Professor told it to go and find the Headmaster and bring him over.

After a moment of silence there was a loud bang against the door, one forceful enough to make the entire thin jump on it's hinges, the wards flashing brightly, the sight escorted by a sound of glass cracking. Quickly Professor Flitwick swung his wand and pointed it at the door, murmuring an incantation of protection to better protect the door from the force raging behind it.

Another smash of raw force against the door shattered the wards, even the one currently being empowered by the charms professor. The old man stumbled back and quickly swung his wand again to re-seal the door, only hoping to contain what was behind it. Imagine the old man's surprise when wands were lift and pointed at the door, said wands belonging to the students that had stayed behind.

Ron, Neville, Hermione and Seamus from Gryffindor as well as Draco, Blaise, Daphne and Theodore from Slytherin, together all eight of them mimiced their professor, who took the aid with grace and began speaking in a louder tone of voice and making sure his pronunciation was clear enough to be easily mimicked by the second year students.

In clashing harmony the nine beams of magic wove through the air and slithered around the door, further fortifying it against the inferno that kept bashing against it repeatedly. With each smash against the door it shook a little less each time, suggesting that the boy trapped there was beginning to collapse beneath the weight of things.

It was then that Madam Pomfrey arrived looking mighty worried, and it wasn't a moment later after the situation had been explained to her fully by Professor Flitwick, that the Headmaster himself arrived. Purple robes pillowing as he rushed down the corridor to the congregated crowd.

While the Headmaster was being brought up to speed, something shimmered at the far end of the corridor, something the rushing Matron and Headmaster had both not seen. Hidden behind a /notice me not charm stood a figure clad in white robes, wearing a mask made of white stone that covered his entire face, even the eyes entirely. Said figure standing still, waiting while idly toying with an item in his pocket.

”Alright, students you have been very brave and helpful this far, but I must ask that you stand aside and go to the end of the hall, far from the door.” Dumbledore said with a surprising amount of seriousness, watching as the students filed to where they were told to.

”Flitwick, on the count of three I want you to take down the barrier and open the door. I will subdue young mister Potter, and Madam Pomfrey will make sure he's fine, alright?” Albus looked at the two members of staff, who both nodded and assumed a ready stance.

In the corner, surrounded by students that smelled of a mixture of fear and worry, stood a figure cloacked in magic and white robes. The figure looked back to the door, getting ready himself for when the door would be unsealed.

Upon the release of the wards the doors burst open, the inside of them charred, despite the strong wards protecting it. The furniture within the classroom was incinerated, not a single spec of ash left. The walls were rapidly melting along and amidst that raging inferno was Harry on his knees, leaning back and covering his eyes, mouth open in a voiceless scream with two skeletal wings protruding from his back. These two new appendages were quivering, held high and spread, with muscle and sinew forming along them slowly.

Straight after the opening of the door Dumbledore flicked his wand and sent the first containing spell into the inferno to stop Harry from further damaging himself and the school, but the spell was visibly torn asunder by the flames that spiraled within the room. Another spell was flung, one more powerful and complex, but it too vanished in a colorful cloud of broken magic.

Before Albus could send off a third there was laughter coming from behind them. Quickly the three turned, only to be shocked at what they saw. There was a figure in white steadily approaching them, his right hand help up slightly, and on the palm of that gauntlet-covered hand was a blue, glowing sphere. Looking behind the approaching figure all three of them could see that the students were trapped, paralyzed, within a blue sphere of their own. All within the sphere stood eerily still, some looking shocked, and some about to turn. Among them Hermione looked like she was trying to call-out to the staff at hand.

”Do not move a muscle, or you'll have a fun time ahead of yourselves trying to explain what happened to your precious students.” The figure drawled in a cold, yet amused tone of voice while approaching still.

”Do not think for a second that you are going to do anything, so I suggest you let the students go and leave.” Albus said calmly, his wand pointed at the stranger.

”I think nothing, I know I will just march on past you to take what is mine from this miserable excuse of a school.” The figure laughed icily while moving his arm to hold the orb between himself and the three members of staff.

”Either pass, or see what happens when an unmatured core is filled beyond it's capacity.” The figure snarled, rather beastly at that.

It was Dumbledore that tossed the first spell, only to watch it veer off from it's target and smack straight onto the orb, which flashed once, the glow of it growing brighter for a moment. The figure cackled again, his approach steady, and by the time he got to the teachers, they stepped aside, but held their wands trained on the figure.

”Who are you and exactly what do you want with Mister Potter.” Albus grit from between his teeth, fully abandoning his grandfatherly demeanor now.

”None of what you wish to know are of any concern of yours. You'll find the paperwork perfectly in order by tomorrow.” The figure shot back, without even looking behind himself.

Standing at the edge of the doorway leading into, what looked like, Hell on earth, the figure moved his arm and flicked his wrist, sending the orb in his hands flying backwards.

”Catch...” The figure mused aloud nonchalantly as he took a step into the flames.

Flitwick attempted to cast a spell on the orb to levitate it safely over, but like before the spell was absorbed by the sphere itself, leaving only Pomfrey to run and try and catch the thing. For Albus was locked staring at the figure that walked into the flames, too taken aback to even cast a fast spell at the intruders back when the orb was flung off from his hold.

Pomfrey managed to get ahead of the orb and braced her arms to catch the object, but the moment it touched her fingertips, her eyes widened. The orb slid along through the Matron's flesh without hindrance and kept on going right on through the woman without any kind of resistance and when it got through entirely it sailed down to the floor and shattered, effectively ending the spell and releasing the students.

The flames licked along the white boots, caught the edges of the pantleg, tugged and pulled, but unable to burn it. Blue flames erupted from the figures clothing, the unusual flames that raged withint he class-room attempting to undo the magic that held the clothing intact, and protected their wearer from them.Further into the fiery inferno the figure walked, his robes pillowing and whipping about by the time the figure was fully in the room. Turning around to face the door, arms extended to his sides, in a cocky show of defiance.

Moving his arms in a casual motion the figure forced the doors to shut and lock down tight. Aiolos knew that he needed no more than that to keep the people out, he'd seen the effect of this raw power contained within this room to know that he had enough time to operate.

Turning to the figure on the middle of the room, one that was now standing slouched, breathing heavily with it's wings slowly taking shape.

”Hush now my child, breathe easy, for I wish no harm upon you.” The figure said, arms extended out again, waist bending to bring the male in white to a bow, awaiting to be tested for his words.
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