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Because We Are Snakes	By : Setsuna24 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 44500 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Because We Are Snakes – The Crooked Leg of The Tripod
It was a Thursday, just after the DA meeting –Harry still thought the name would come and bite them in the ass at some point- and he was trying to ditch his ‘friends’. Ron, as usual, was easier to convince to leave him alone. Harry had used the excuse that he trusted him and only him to lead the youngest students safely back to the tower since he was oh so capable and after puffing with pride Ron left with a group of four first years. Hermione, however, was harder to give the slip to. She had been helping him gain some solo time lately and covering for him but the look of concern she was giving him as she approached with an air of stubborn purpose did not bode well for him. How he hated her mother henning sometimes, but she had been patient and helpful until now so he will not dismiss her before giving her a chance to let her worries out. He figured the change in attitude had something to do with the bags under his eyes, his strained looking face, the tired semblance of his walking, his tired sighing, and his snippy reactions to the smallest of offences. Hell, it might even be the way Malfoy kept eyeballing him, still, as if he had suddenly grown another head.

She took in a deep breath and he thought ‘Time to braise myself, this is bound to be long.’

He didn’t blame her really, he did not like it, but he truly did not blame her.

“Harry,” She said when they were the only ones left in the ROR. “I’m concerned about you, you look tired all the time and things are getting to you easier than ever before, your mask is slipping more and more lately and people will take notice soon. What is going on? Do you need help?”

Ok, so maybe he didn’t hate this particular mother henning as much as he thought. It was good that she reminded him to keep up his mask, his survival depended on it after all, and now he had someone else to take care of too. Someone who depended solely and completely on him. So many things to consider.

“Do you want me to lie or do you actually want me to answer honestly? As much as I am willing to say that is, which is not much because it would have any details whatsoever.”

“Honestly, if you please, I don’t need to know everything despite my generally know-it-all attitude and how I present myself to others.”

“Ah, the masks we wear.”

“Indeed.”

“Anyways, since you asked and I am in need of some venting I will tell you what is wrong with me lately, not all, but some.”

“Whatever you are comfortable with sharing.”

“There are several things bothering me, Halloween was not the greatest of days for me though that is hardly anything new but stuff other than the attack happened that day and I’m having a bit of a hard time adjusting. Then there is all this business with Umbridge and Dumbledore, we are not even going to go into Snape, the Slytherins or any of that rot because that would be just preaching to the choir at this point but our ‘extra curricular’ activities are also taking their toll on me and I can hardly get a good night’s rest as of late. To top it all of Ronald Bilius fucking Weasley… Have you noticed? There is no way you couldn’t have seen it.”

“Ah, that, yes. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about if for a while actually. What do you suppose we should do about it?”

“As of right now, there is nothing we can do unless we want to give up our little charade and since we have spent so much time pretending we are the same mindless-danger-prone-little-lion and his insufferable-know-it-all-sidekick I would rather we don’t show our cards just yet.

“That’s an awful lot of hyphens in that sentence there. Anyways, he is going to become a problem if he doesn’t get over that soon, it will ruin the status quo and people will be looking at us more closely if they notice something has changed on what they have come to see as the norm.”

“I know, at this point I am just counting on Ron’s behavior in these kind of situation to have also become part of the norm. Given how he has acted over the years it’s not so difficult to believe.”

“Hm, yes, he does have a tendency to do this and act childish when things get rough. There is a definite precedence there of bailing on you. I honestly don’t understand why we keep him around most times, it’s not like he contributes anything. But then I remember that by the time you and I wizened up we were already thought of as ‘the Golden Trio’, God I hate that name. I know he is not truly your friend and Merlin knows he’s not truly mine so why must we suffer his foolishness? I mean, the only reason he started talking to me was because you befriended me after saving me first year and the only reason I hang out with him is because he is always with you. You are my friend Harry not Ron Weasley, though I tolerate him and his eating habits most days I just wish we didn’t have to, but he is expected, and we can’t afford the unexpected right now. It would ruin all our plans.”

Harry carefully avoided any comment or mention of friendship and such, he also avoided any comment on his thoughts about the labels the wizarding world kept slapping on everything related to him because he could go on forever about those… dangerous ground laid that way. Instead he commented on Ron’s behavior.

“It will get worse before it gets better, I have a feeling. He will be his idiotic moronic self, put his foot in his mouth and say something equally idiotic and probably seen as demeaning or hurtful as he tends to do and alienate himself, then he will come seeking forgiveness in a roundabout way without actually saying he is sorry as he is wont to do, and me? What do you suppose it is I will do? Care to guess?”

“Why Harry, I think you will forgive him.” The smirk on Hermione’s face was matched by one equally terrifying on Harry’s face.

“Well, of course I will forgive him. I am a bleeding-hearted Gryffindor with my heart on my sleeve and a saving people complex that cares about everybody and pisses perfume and shits rainbows just to make the world smell prettier and be more colorful and perfect. Besides I could not live with myself if I didn’t doll out free forgiveness without question to my most undeserving and friendship-squandering friend. Could I?”

“Of course not Harry, you are such a golden hearted fellow. Oh Savior of the Wizarding World, thou truly art a veritable moral example for all of us lowly beings to follow.”

‘Sometimes I forget how fun it can be talking to Hermione, we don’t get much time to talk without others listening in while at school though. Maybe I should make some time to talk to her. If anything she is as amusing as she is useful.’

“Don’t you know that already? I am embodiment of goodness and hope all rolled into one tiny malnourished package. I’m giving Dumbledore a run for his money, really.” He was laying the sarcasm really thick today, Hermione found it absolutely hilarious.

They parted after a couple of rushed words and he headed to his nest.

The days passed in much the same manner as they usually did with a slight variation here and there just to keep everyone on their toes. Harry kept sneaking off to ‘his room’ to take the egg out of the pouch for a couple of hours and to go through his much needed burning after a particularly trying day.

‘Truly, there is nothing like sinking into a tub of scalding hot water, letting your body show its true self and letting the magic do its thing while your blood burns in your veins and the healing song surrounds you.’

This was also a good time to think and plan, the song just seemes to open your mind to all possibilities, he found.

He had no idea what he was going to do about the… hatchling? Baby? That Indian mythical half-snake-half human creature… Naga? That sounded about right –whatever it was that it turned out to be once it came out of the shell, he had no idea what to do with it or how to feed it or keep it clean or where to keep it. Where the hell will he keep a newborn? It was not a problem while at Hogwarts, the school certainly did not lack places to hide dirty secrets, but having a screaming baby at the Dursleys’ will prove to be problematic.

And even though he can successfully hide a baby in the school, provided the egg hatched before the end of the school year, from what he’s heard new babies eat about every two hours and he could not be there to feed the hatchling every time it got hungry… for obvious reasons. It was not only that he would be in class half the time, it was also that if he started to disappear more than he already did people would start to notice, and then they will start to wonder, and then he will be in deep, deep, shit. That brought him back to the problem with the Dursley’s though, if the egg hatched during the summer holidays… then he would have no way to feed it or provide for the newborn, hell, he could barely provide for himself while at that horrid place. Vernon would surely hear a wailing baby in the middle of the night, wasn’t that when babies cried the most? Though maybe that was just something moms in the neighborhood said because they were wanting some pity or something. But still. At some point, without the aid of silencing spells in the room, someone would hear the baby cry and Harry was sure he would get the beating of the century. He did not even want to consider what the Dursleys would do to his snake child.

So much to think about and so much to plan for. How long did preservation charms last anyways? Could you get an extended basket and fill it with food for two months plus milk suitable for new babies? Do snake children even drink milk? He will have to take a detour into the kitchens sometime soon and get the elves to set something up for him. It was time he started eating better anyways, this is just more incentive. Merlin, the egg had not hatched yet and he already had a headache, parenthood sucked and he was in no way ready for it. Nor did he really want to be a parent, but the egg was his, he would care for it even if it was hard and sucked sweaty balls while at it.

It was a week after the attack on Mr. Weasley and things with Ron were getting very awkward. Ron tried to pretend that things were just peachy and as normal as they could be. He still hung out with Harry, sat together during meals, worked on last minute homework together, walked to classes in the typical Golden Trio formation and engaged in all other Golden Trio expected anfd approved behavior as well as got properly offended by the right things. But when Harry looked closer, when he looked into Ron’s eyes or saw the red headed boy out of the corner of his eye when Ron thought Harry was not paying attention, Harry could see the blame and judgment in his so called friend’s eyes. Ron blamed Harry for the attack on Mr. Weasley even though the only reason the man was alive was because Harry had acted quick and informed McGonnagal and Dumbledore about the attack. Harry knew Ron blamed him solely on the fact that Harry had made the mistake of saying that he was the snake during the attack, that he saw the event from its eyes, he looked at Harry as if Harry had truly been there attaching and maiming his father.

‘The ungrateful moron.’

In all honesty Harry would much prefer Ron let it all out and say what he is feeling and thinking so he can put Ron on his place and set him straight then having Ron pretend everything was all fine, there was no purpose to it. Or was there? He would have to keep a closer look on Ron and his behavior to divine the reasons behind it.

November was already shaping up to be an awful month from what Harry could figure, it didn’t help that in every Mr. Weasley update they got things were looking worse and worse, so much so that they were even considering muggle methods to close the ever-bleeding wound if they could not figure out a way to heal him magically. Every new update just made Ron’s mood darker and darker, yet he would still pretend things were fine with the three of them, even if the façade was surface deep and could be seen through if you really looked at it. He wondered why Ron bothered. What did he gain from it other than sharing on Harry’s currently murky light and stained glory?

The redheaded golden lion was looking more suspicious by the minute.
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