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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 Sick Ones And Their Maladies

Harry had known from the very beginning that there were many wrong things with the British Wizarding World. What kind of senseless people praised a one year old for the defeat of the Worst and Most Powerful Dark Lord in recorded history… or expect him to be their perfect Savior to put on the shelve for later just in case? What kind of people saddled their so called Savior with muggles and in ten years and counting did not even bother to check up on him to see if these people were abusive and their Savior was being taken care of?

Yes, he had always known there were things that were very rotten with this society. The bigotry and pointless rivalries were also part of the problem. The sad part was that he had noticed that in some ways, they were nurtured and encouraged even as early as Hogwarts’ first year and for some, even at home long before then.

But that was not all that was rotten with the Wizarding World… and something is indeed rotten in Denmark as Hamlet’s Marcellus had eloquently put.

He first encountered the sickness during his third year. By then the last vestiges of any sort of proverbial cloth over his eyes had fallen and he was no longer blind to the many things he has seen and known from the very beginning or the things he had been finding out since then. He had found her retching in a hallway, laying on the floor on her side, her hair sweaty and pasted to her head and her body shaking violently.

They had no idea what it was at the time and as the episodes continued and she clung to him for help and asked him to not tell anyone –he realized now that unconsciously she must have know then the cause or at least suspected and feeling guilty over her actions the year previous didn’t want to upset or worry anyone- he decided he might as well find out what it was, lest he find himself in that position without knowing how to deal with it. It was very likely what if this was a sickness going around he would eventually catch it, everything shitty happened to him after all. Surprisingly, this was one of those very few times fate was merciful of him; unless something big happened to change him he would not be catching this particular sickness. They snuck to the Restricted Section and found a reference to the symptoms –although not a name for the sickness- and a highly illegal potion that would alleviate them if the person wasn’t willing to try other more immediate methods of dealing.

Now, as she clung to him once more begging for help, he guessed correctly that either she had not managed to get the ingredients or a place and time to brew the potion. Either way she was suffering both of withdrawal and the effects of the sickness.

She puked all over the floor, some blood could be seen in the white light of his Lumos, and all the while he held her hair out of her face.

He was a gentleman like that… sometimes.

Harry pat her head as they sat side by side on the cold floor of the hidden passage behind Barnabas the Barmy’s tapestry and she rested her head on his shoulder as she attempted to wrestle her shaking body into submission.

‘I’m spending way too much time in hidden alcoves and hidden passageways lately… I wonder what that says about me?’ he thought as he waited for her to collect herself enough to be able to talk properly.

Finally, her shaking subsided, after several minutes and breathing techniques. She was ready to talk about her woes and he would listen because like him, she had no one she trusted to help without condemning her and after having caught her in the middle of one of her episodes last year, she had decided he would fill that role for her. It didn’t bother him, she was one of the few people around him he actually tolerated.

“It’s getting worse.” She said and all he could think about saying was ‘I told you it likely would as your core matures.’ But that would make him sound too much like an arse so he refrained.

Instead he said, “Have you been taking the stabilizing potion? If it’s not working we can go through the Restricted Section again and find a different one.” That potion only worked for half the people who took it anyways and was not the be all to end all by any means.

“I haven’t been able to make it the last two weeks and it’s starting to show, I can barely manage to keep my glamours up lately and I get terrible shakes as you have seen. My eyes have terrible bags and my hair is starting to fall, I can barely eat and my nose bleeds for no reason some times. Harry, this is killing me. I don’t know how long I will be able to keep living like this and I’m afraid people will find out if I don’t find a solution to take care of the worst symptoms.”

“I know, I know, you have been looking pretty terrible lately so I was already wondering about all this. But you know you need to keep taking the potion every other day, find a place where to brew away from people, heck even the Forbidden Forest would sound good about this point.”

“It’s becoming so hard to shake people off and get some time alone now that I actually have friends and my being popular with the boys doesn’t help either, they always want my attention.”

‘The woes of popularity, I know them too well and they are actually the same woes of being hated by the general populace inscidently enough. They constantly look at your every move and wont let you be but even I hated and love in equal message manage to find a way to get some time to do my shit. She needs to suck it up and deal with it.’

“Oh, boo-bloody-hoo! I told you the solution to your problem already, suck it up and do it already, you know it’s the only way to stabilize your core and heal it from the damage it sustains daily. You are a Gryffindor for fuck’s sake, show some courage and do what you have to do!”

“Harry! I- I can’t do that, I just can’t. My family…”

‘Merlin, give me strength!’ He thought even as he interrupted her many times used excuse.

“In my opinion family doesn’t mean shit if they don’t want what is best for you. If they find out and still forbid or even shun you for it then they are not worth your time or devotion, are they? For fuck’s sake, start thinking for yourself already and do what you have to do to survive! You are sick, and it’s killing you slowly, you have to do it if you want to live.”

‘Honestly, how many times do I have to tell her this shit for her to even get it?!’

“I wouldn’t even know where to go to do it without being caught!”

“Morgana’s saggy tits! If it’s not one thing… listen, there are plenty of hidden places in the grounds where the main wards of the castle will not pick it up and get you into trouble. How do you think most of the Slytherins manage? Or third of Ravenclaw? Or your bloody brothers for that matter?!”

She was shocked, how this was news to her he had no idea, he was certain she would have figured it out by now.

“Wh-what do you mean my brothers?”

‘Could an intelligent person actually be this oblivious to shit right in front of their faces?! I mean, she lives with them for fuck’s sake!’

“You mean to tell me that Ron…” ‘WHAT! How can she even… never mind.’

He interrupted her again.

“Don’t be stupid Ginny! I’m talking about Fred and George, in all honesty I don’t understand how you could think I meant Ron, he is the most vanilla bloke I know aside from Neville, and even Neville is blooming out of his pod these days.”

She was shocked once more… it appeared it was his day to shock Ginny into conniptions.

“Yes, Ginny, the twins too have a Dark core. Lots of people here do in fact, it’s just how it is. Some people are naturally inclined toward Light magic while others toward Dark and an significant amount of us are tucked right in the cushy middle able to delve into both sides without repercussions or Affinity Sickness. The Greys being sometimes influenced toward once side or the other later in life by life-changing events or major trauma but for the most part the Grey always stay Grey if a lighter or darker shade depending on the person. The Grey scale is quite big I assure you.”

“Affinity Sickness? Is that what is called?”

“Yes, I actually didn’t know there was a name for it until recently and I only found out because of a book from Knockturn, all Dark cored students in the school suffer it but they hide it well and do what they have to do to counteract it.”

“Never mind how I got the book or how I know about the others.” He interjected when he saw she was about to ask precisely that.

Ginny gave him a nod and asked something else that was bothering her from his explanation.

“How is it that it even has a name and even though I’m a pureblood I have never heard of it?”

“Are you seriously asking that?” He thought she was joking but when he saw she was actually being serious he let out a sigh. “There are many reasons I can guess at. First, even though you are a pureblood, your family is considered blood traitors so you don’t really hang out in the pureblood circles so no other pureblood would have told you of this. Naturally, you would not hear any of the witches and wizards from notoriously Dark families complaining about the Sickness out loud and in the open either, because it would make people of this current mindset point fingers at them calling them evil and probably asking for their heads. It would be like admitting something was wrong with them because their affinity is wrong. Also, this information is kept from the general populace and those who know don’t care because the number of Dark affinity wizards and witches is considerable smaller than Grey and Light put together or apart for that matter and their numbers is decreasing with every generation due to inbreeding, higher number of infant deaths and miscarriages in the last seventy-five years and many who do survive are squibs and turned away from their families. Then, there is also the fact that your family is notoriously Light oriented and so far as I have been able to gather only the Twins have dark cores in the last fifteen or so generations and you were the only Grey born witch in about five or six generations, so again, no one would have thought to tell you because being influenced by Light in every facet of your life, your core would have likely turned to the lighter side of Grey or Light eventually, provided some proper force was excreted or you would have simply stayed Grey the rest of your life. Then, there is the fact that I found this information in a banned book of forbidden history which advocates the Dark Arts and their need in a bloody Knockturn Alley bookshop. It’s not like you venture down those parts often or go looking for these sorts of information to begin with so how could you have possibly known or come across it. Lastly, and this relates to the previous point, all information out there that remotely shines any positive light into Dark Magic or the Dark arts which apparently includes Magical Holidays/Rituals and Celebrations has been banned and hidden from the public if not outright destroyed within the last ninety years – I checked- and Wizarding Britain has a surprisingly short memory, so much so that they forgot why these things were needed and just followed like sheep to however told them those things were bad and should be shunned.”

“You speak like a Dark wizard Harry.” She said in fear.

He rolled his eyes. ‘The hypocrisy!’

“Like I said before, I’m Grey, if on the Darker side because of all the shit that keeps on raining on me and the equally shitty life I’ve lived. But you, you have no right to point fingers. You might have been born Grey Ginny but you spent even more time than I did with Tom during your first year here. You did terrible things and it tainted your core darker and darker the more you did them. It was not your fault and you should not feel guilty about it, you were a lonely and foolish eleven year old girl with a diary who could talk back to you. Even with your dad’s advice not to trust something that seems to think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain… this is the Wizarding World… for all you knew it was some novelty item and you just got lucky that it for all intents and purposes fell on your lap. Point is, you are NOT Grey anymore, Ginny, you are Dark and that doesn’t make you evil by default. It just means your core’s affinity is changed and if you don’t want to suffer even more and possibly die from Affinity Sickness, suck it up and learn the Dark arts or at least some basic Dark affinity spells you can practice every other day in privacy to counteract the strain that utilizing Light only magic this damn Light-Only curriculum is causing you like all other Dark Core students do. Ask the twins to help you and to tell you were to go, they would not shun or shame you for being who you are Ginny, you should know this by now.”

She said nothing, just hugged her knees and looked at the floor thinking.

‘I’m really starting to lose my patience with this girl.’

“Or…” He said into the quiet. “Transfer to Castelobruxo, or Beauxbatons, or Durmstrang, hell even Mahoutokoro sounds good. There are many Magic schools out there Ginny, not just the Big Eleven, and all of them have a mixed curriculum with an extensive list of subjects and brands of magic to choose from you can even take some correspondence courses like the twins do, I’m doing it too, though that is a secret I would like you to keep to yourself. There are ways to do this without being caught Ginny, if you look hard enough, or ask your brothers. The other schools… they don’t discriminate between branches of magic or affinity and are better than Hogwarts from what I’ve read, it’s just here in England that Dark has become synonymous with Evil though that notion is starting to corrupt some other bodies of government as of late, I suspect someone is pushing a real Light-oriented agenda but that is not my place or my problem. I have enough to worry about as it is. We British Wizardfolk like to spew our praises about Hogwarts being the best magical school in the world but the truth is that most other schools in Europe and Asia as well as North America have surpassed us years ago. There are even tons of classes that were once offered here that were inexplicably removed from the curriculum one day and our history marks suck bulls. Did you know that our OWL and NEWT scores are consistently below the average of the yearly survey of the International Magical Education Association?”

“The what?”

“It honestly doesn’t surprise me you have never heard of it, again it’s something I myself just found out about and managed to ‘convince’ someone to get me the records of the past ten years. Though I fear the underperformance goes even farther than that. It’s a survey of the performance of the Big Eleven and the larger of the smaller Wizarding Schools around the world by the body in charge of comparing the quality of magical education internationally. Anyways, it’s all rather embarrassing when you think about it, considering that British magicals like to boast of being superior. Even our Muggle Studies course is horribly outdated from what Hermione tell me of the class. We live amongst muggles for fuck sake, our communities are very literally within their own, Wizardfolk should know how to navigate the muggle world and avoid its dangers. Don’t even get me started on the Wizarding Introductory Program which introduced muggle borns age five and up to the concept of accidental magic and how to calm themselves as well as basic Wizarding World customs or the compulsory Introduction to Wizarding Customs and Wizarding Studies class for muggle raised and muggle born children which were part of the curriculum still last century and are even more necessary now. For that matter Muggle studies used to be compulsory to Wizarding raised children at the same time these courses were in effect.”

“Wow, I didn’t know things were that bad. How do you know all this?”

“Contrary to popular belief I’m neither a mindless idiot nor blind. I’ve known for a while that something is very wrong without community, I just took the time to figure out what by any means available to me.”

“What are you going to do?”

‘Oh fuck no! I thought Ginny of all people would understand. Serves me right for trying to connect with people.’

“I am not going to do nothing. Not. A. single. Thing.”

“But Harry…”

“NO!”

He took a moment to breath in a deep breath and calm down.

“Don’t but Harry me. What has the British Wizarding World ever done for me? Why does it have to be me to save them from others or from their fickle selves for that matter? They praise me as a Savior one moment and condemn me as a rising Dark Lord the next or label me an unadjusted lying sociopath the moment after. Ultimately, regardless of what they chose to call me, I’m still just a kid and there are plenty of capable adults in Britain to deal with Dark Lords and anything else wrong with this country who are much more able to handle the situation than me. No one should expect me to do shit for them and even though they do –or will once they get their heads out of their asses and see what is going on- I will not do jack shit for them just like they never did jack shit for me. You should not expect me to do anything either Ginny, there are others out there who should be taking care of these things instead of dumping them on a child. If shit gets too bad here for you just do the only sane thing to do; as soon as you see the tides rising and the waves coming for you… leave the fucking country… run for the metaphorical hills if you must and make a life in a better place where you can be happy being yourself.”

Harry got up, red faced with anger, and left her there to her shocked face, and her thoughts, sitting on the cold floor. He knew Ginny at least wouldn’t talk, just like with the twins he knew too many of the skeletons in her closet to know she would not risk opening her mouth.

Merlin! was he pissed. Ginny of all people should have known better than to expect him to go saving all these ungrateful sheeple just because he saw what was wrong and they refused to. He would leave them all to be bitten in the ass by those very same things they keep pretending are not going on and closing their eyes to.

“Fucking Wizard-raised idiots.” He muttered as he walked the dark halls. ‘Fucking sheeple expecting me to save their ungrateful arses. See if I give two shits about their freedom or wellbeing when they realize the Dark Lord is actually back and come begging me to do something. It will be a rather rude awakening the one I’ll give them.’
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