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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 Wizarding Brutus and his Caesar

And so it happened that one morning Ron put his foot and the whole of his leg all the way to his thigh in his mouth… and all the way down his throat…

Just as Harry had predicted and expected.

“I think even Dumbledore is starting to get a bit iffy about that whole lot if you ask me. Won’t even look at the bloke in the eye since the school term began and runs the other way like his trousers are on fire the very second he comes into a room. I know he is helping us with the ‘thing’ so we pass out OWLs and all that but lately, I don’t know, something is weird about him and he disappears for hours sometimes and doesn’t tell me where he is going. I’m his friend, right? He should be able to tell me where he is going and what he is doing. Unless he is doing something he is afraid we will find out about, might even be going a bit Dark all on his own for all we know.”

It has taken two weeks after his conversation with Hermione for Rom to finally do what they had both expected and run his mouth with utter stupidity. Harry blamed it on the fact that Mr. Weasley had almost died last night because the Healers could still not figure out how to heal Nagini’s bite, but still, it was no excuse to be spouting nonsense in the middle of breakfast in the Great Hall… where anyone –Umbridge and Slytherins most distressingly- could hear.

All Harry had hoped for was that when this eventuality did happen, it was in a less public place. Fate had no such mercy for him it seemed.

Hermione was trying to do damage control at the Gryffindor table and trying to shush Ron at the same time.

The twins, thankfully, were also running interference – there were questions such as ‘is he your wife that he has to give account to you for his every movement?’ ‘Are you his mom and he a naughty child that needs to minded every second of his life and not have a moment of peace of his own without you breathing down his neck?’ ‘What gives you the right to demand he tells you everything he does, say or thinks? You don’t do that for him and you don’t see him getting all jealous like a disgruntled lover.’ And ‘does being his best friend makes him accountable to you for every waking moment of his life?’ being through at Ron by his irritated brothers- which only seemed to incense Ron more, if he be honest.

He was only grateful the whole conversation had been hushed whispers and hadn’t spread to the other tables… there were still small mercies left in life with his name on them, it appeared, and that at least was something.

Harry took the whole picture in silence as he stood behind Blabbermouth-Ron, Hermione sat across from the ginger menace and being the more observant of the group had already spotted him and looked at Harry with an apologetic grimace as if trying to convey “I couldn’t get him to stop” with her eyes without actually saying it out loud. And truly, how could anyone really get Ron-the-self-entitled-moron to stop running his mouth when he got going? It was an amazing feat when actually accomplished, almost as hard as stopping Hermione’s ‘lecturing mode’ when she got going.

Those who had been listening to Ron, and looking at him like he had lost an essential part of his brain that connected him to reality, had too realized Harry was just standing silently right there behind Ron. They too sported apologetic looks; it seemed that the DA had served to at least fix his reputation a bit now that people got to hang around him more often and by interacting with him for those hours they got to see he was indeed not as loony as the Ministry would have you believe. Besides, they all knew something –a family emergency of some sort- had happened to the Weasley family on Halloween, though they had no idea what since it was kept hush-hush as per Dumbledore’s orders. All they knew was that something had happened that was so bad it took the Weasley kids home for three days before they were able to come back to school –someone theorized Ron’s really old great aunt or something like that died… or something… but no one was denying or confirming any rumor- what did get theorized and accepted as truth by the general Gryffindor population was that, whatever it was, Ron was not dealing with it well and was reacting the same way he reacted when he wasn’t dealing with something well… by lashing out at Harry.

Harry breathed an internal sigh of relief when after a few seconds of just standing there taking in the events playing before him, he realized that Ron’s claims had no support what so ever.

The murmured “If I had to deal with a so-called-best-friend like you I would be looking for some time alone too, if only so I don’t bash your head in with the nearest beater’s bat.” that came from the general direction of Neville of all people –which many heads were nodding in agreement to- was also a bonus. Thankfully though, Ron was too absorbed in trying to win the twins to his side of the argument that he completely missed the comment.

It was about this point that Harry had realized that even though many students from the adjacent tables were trying to listen in, now that they realized there was something going on at the Lion’s Den, they were unable to. Quick scans over the table found three wands out, lowered by their owner’s thighs. The twins and Hermione had cast silencing bubbles around the conversation, probably as soon as Ron started his rant; they were taking damage control very serious indeed. Harry was forever grateful for it.

It was early enough that not many teachers had arrived to the head table, Umbridge was mercifully absent or she would have been over already trying to investigate what all the cloak and dagger attitude at Gryffindor table was about. Snape was there though, and he watched the proceedings with narrowed gaze, seemingly undecided about what to do about it as yet. Harry judged it was time to step forward and put an end to the charade before things escalated… or worse… Umbridge showed up. Somehow he had a feeling he would be blamed for this event even though he had only just arrived, hair still wet from getting a late start on his morning and having to wait for the shower.

How to announce himself to his unobservant and oblivious would be reputation destroyer? A classic was exactly what this moment called for.

He coughed.

Ron kept talking.

He coughed louder and more pointedly.

Ron shut up instantly and looked at the people sitting across from him as if looking for some nonverbal cue of who was behind him because he was very sure his luck could not possibly be that bad. People shifted slightly on their seats and suddenly found anything but Ron –or the space behind him- to be of absolute interest all of a sudden.

Ron paled.

Cleared his throat.

Shifted in his seat.

And proceeded to rapidly turn that interesting shade of Weasley red all Weasleys turned when feeling strong emotions at either side of the emotional range spectrum. He did actually manage to go two shades redder than his hair… so he won that competition all Weasleys seemed to go for when going Weasley red… or so Harry thought anyways.

Then, Ron turned. So very slowly one might think he was a muggle child just told there was a ghost, or a murderer or even a monster, behind them like in a horror movie. The movement was so purposely slow and so deliberate that one might think it was Severus bloody freaking Snape the ever hateful dungeon bat standing behind Ronald Weasley and not Harry Potter, his supposed best friend.

“Harry, mate, coming a bit of breakfast. Are you?” The idiot said.

Likely hoping against hope that Harry had not been there, standing behind him, the whole time. That he had just arrived and had not heard him put his foot in his mouth so royally and publicly.

His hopes were promptly crushed.

Harry’s green eyes were hard as he looked at Ron directly into his blue eyes. His voice was flat as he spoke a phrase Ron had no hope what so ever of understanding but that caused every muggle born, half blood, or muggle raised witch and wizard within the silencing bubble to gasp at the implication. They all knew the story, they all knew what Harry meant by it.

“Et tu Brute.” Came floating over their heads in Harry’s cold voice.

And they all knew –or at least those who understood- that Ron had been just named by Harry his own personal Brutus. The most well know betrayer in history second only to Judas who betrayed the son of the muggle Christian God. Suddenly the tides were changing before his eyes as those purebloods within the bubble whispered questions to their muggle born and half blood counterparts and received whispers into their ears explaing the meaning of Harry’s words. No one, it seemed, was willing to enlightening Ron and drag in out of his confused stupor, where he sat frozen at Harry’s tone of voice and cold hard stare. Suddenly Harry had more support than he originally had in his own house, even though he had been slowly getting the support back due to the DA. Now Ron was the pariah, Ron was the one nasty glares were sent to. Soon, perhaps between five and fifteen days Ron will ‘realize the error of his ways’ and come crawling back with unapologetic unvoiced apologies and Harry will smile and they will shake hands and pretend that it was all peachy-and-rose-colored-shits-and-giggles-in-a-perfect-cupcake-scented-world once more and the status quo would be returned to its normal setting. The world will keep on turning and life as we know it will be back on course, same old same old in the fickle Hogwarts and the Wizarding World at large.

For now though Harry was more than happy to walk to the furthest side of the table away from Ron and sit down to eat his Merlin be dammed breakfast because today was shaping up to suck already and he refused to go through this day without food. Damnit.

Hermione stayed sitting across from Ron, as was expected of her, but the twins actively moved themselves going from sitting at Hermione’s right to sitting at Harry’s either side going as far as bringing their overflowing plates with them. Even Ginny scooted several inches away from Ron’s right and Neville did the same at Ron’s left. No one wanted to sit next to the equivalent of the second most notorious betrayer and back stabber in history apparently.

Ron finally snapped out of his stupor and replaced it with righteous anger –or at least he seemed to think his anger and affront was righteous- and begun seething, hissing demands to Harry, to explain what he had just called him. Harry ignored him as did everyone else but Hermione who could not see a stupid animal suffer without putting it of its uncultured misery –apparently- had decided to go ahead and fill in the gaps for Ron that everyone else had already gotten the abridged version to. She went from the recounting of the historical event and the day’s significance right into Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar and the coining of the infamous phrase without missing a single breath in between. Around them, people listened –for once- in rapt attention to one of her lengthy lectures and she seemed to bask in the, albeit unvoiced, show of recognition of her knowledge. Hermione hid very well her delight at Ron’s pale face while she explained the goings on at the Ides of March and the subsequent back stabbing of an emperor beloved by the people by his best friend and trusted confidant.

Ron –predictably- proceed to quickly turn Weasley red once more, this time in embarrassment and promptly ran out of the Great Hall, just as the room was starting to fill in with hordes of arriving students. At least a major scene was avoided.

Harry gave him ten days tops before he was back to seeking his company in hopes of basking in the light of being the Boy-Who-Lived’s best friend. He whispered so to the twins and money exchanged hands as bets were placed.

The day had not even properly begun and there was already more whispering and plotting than he cared for.

He tucked into his scrambled eggs and toast concentrating on the pulsing heat hanging from his neck as a means to hold on to his rapidly disappearing sanity.

At the Slytherin table, several eyes took in the change of dynamics in the Lion’s Pride and wondered what could have happened. It was certainly worthy of gossip and bound to be juice from the looks of it. If only a silencing bubble had not been erected they could have found out, Weasley was after all loud enough that whatever the argument have been about it would have reached their side of the Hall. All this only made them more curious by the second. Draco Malfoy especially really, really, wanted to find out what was going on because it was so obviously something to do with Potter. Potter… who had tilted all he knew to be true and proved certain about the world tits over arse in a less than five minutes long chance meeting weeks ago… a meeting which he still had not worked out heads or tails out of.

At the Head Table, the arriving and still sleepy teachers had completely missed the confrontation. Snape wore a mask of indifference which perfectly hid his internal glee at seeing the cursed Golden Trio having their yearly break up. Hopefully, this will be the year Potter finally divorces himself completely of the moronic influence of Ronal Weasley and uses his own head for once so as not to let Lily’s genes go to waste by feeding the damn Potter genes by way of foolish actions encouraged by his even more foolish company. Hopefully, without Weasley number six’s influence, Granger will have more of a say in Potter’s actions and it will improve him if even slightly.

Though who was he kidding, really? Potter was a lost cause…

Just like his arrogant father.
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