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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 Seed Of Vengeance

Having managed to secure himself a nice sized wolf and a very satisfying barefoot run through the Forbidden Forest, a relatively happy Harry Potter walked the silent hallways of Hogwarts. It was very early on Sunday morning and he was happy the events of the previous day –or night- had no way of repeating themselves now that he was satisfied and fully intending not to allow himself to overlook the needs of his body and their new schedules. The castle was still somewhat quiet three hours before breakfast and he had a somewhat goofy and satisfied grin on his face, he was determined to have a good day for once.

Back in Gryffindor Tower people were mostly sleeping but some were already beginning to stir as the early morning sun filtered through the windows and into their rooms.

Hermione was sitting on the Common Room already, doing homework not due for days as usual, and completely engrossed in her studies… or so he thought.

“Good morning Harry, did you have a nice early morning walk?”

‘Ah, the beauty of Hermione taking my word as the truth.’

“As a matter of fact yes, it was very satisfying. Might do it more often.”

“Exercise is good for the mind and the body… sitting on a broom doesn’t count… so I am glad to hear that you have taken to some form of real physical activity, you have been looking rather haggard lately.”

‘This coming from the girl whose only form of exercise is to walk all those stairs up to the library.’

“Why are you down here so early? Normally it would be another hour before you are here waiting for Ron.” He asked. ‘Then again, she did know I would be out for a ‘walk’ today.’ “Did you need to talk to me?”

“Yes, actually. That, and Lavender has a new boyfriend so she will be in the bathroom for hours so I wanted to get ready before she even woke up.”

“What did you need to talk about?”

“He will approach you soon. Very likely sometime today.”

‘Well, there goes my hopes for a good day then.’

“Will he now?”

She nodded.

“I take it things have taken a turn for the better then.”

“Yes, it seems they have finally found a solution.”

“Thanks for letting me know, I’ll be ready for it. Anything else I need to know?”

“Not for the moment.”

“Albright then, I’m taking a shower.”

He went up to his dorm room and took off the shoes he had hastily shoved on before going up into the tower, he would take his clothes off inside the bathroom just like he does every day. The last thing he needed was some idiots gawking and asking personal questions about his home life.

Close to an hour later he was making his way into the Great Hall when he heard “Hey, Harry!” being called from behind him. He had been opening the door and taking the first step inside into the Hall when the voice had called onto him, seeing it was Ron he just continued to step in and let the door close. He should have turned around before stepping backwards… he ran into someone and finally turning around with a hasty “Sorry, my bad” realized he had just stepped right on Umbidge’s foot.

‘Fuck’

The pink menace had been having a conversation with McGonagal right by the doors. ‘What is it with professors and front door conversations this week?!’ crossed his mind as her lips expanded into a very Machiavellian sort of smile. Yes, he was fucked indeed.

“Mr. Potter, detention for injuring a member of the staff, I expect you in my office right after dinner tonight.”

A defeated sigh.

A herculean effort to keep himself from rolling his eyes rather disrespectfully.

The words “Yes, Professor.” left his lips in a slow low voice and all the while he wondered why McGonagal had just stood there and said nothing. She had just looked at him with eyes that seemed to say ‘My hands are tied’, he did not give two shits about her unwillingness to do something, already knowing that he could only truly count on himself if he wanted to survive. Though he realized he was starting to rely on Hermione and the twins more often. He didn’t know how he felt about letting them too far into his secrets, though since the twins knew his biggest one he was thinking he should test them and see where that could go.

Maybe he could have them help him in his bid for freedom and survival? Besides, people do say it takes a village to raise a child and he was by no means a village while the twins at least had younger siblings and could be used to acquire supplies outside of Hogwarts that he would be too noticeable to go get on his own.

Yes, they were useful, so he would put his trust in them and hope it all works out. Even though he hated relying on others so much.

Hours later, right in the middle of lunch, he was still avoiding the lesser of the Weasley sons –the fact that he was for sure going to ‘forgive’ Ron didn’t exactly mean he had to make it easy on the bloke and be readily available to the boy to deliver his non-apology.

That was how he came to be sneaking, again, down the corridors of the musty dungeons. Malfoy, it appeared, had been detained by something and thus was late for lunch. They looked at each other as the distance between them closed and he wondered what the blond snake would do.
To his utter astonishment, Malfoy locked eyes with him for all of two seconds before clearing his throat in embarrassment –Merlin only knew of what- then he simply said “Potter” and accompanied the acknowledgment with a nod.

“Malfoy.” Harry said with a nod of his own, because… why not? He could play civil if that was the course Malfoy wanted to follow when they were alone and away from prying eyes.

Malfoy was just passing him when he must have gathered the courage to ask a question that must have been killing him for weeks.

“Potter, I need to know. What is up with you lately? You are… different”

Harry found the situation positively hilarious so he cackled, he honestly did, like a maniac or some sort of cartoonish villain after capturing the hero –right before revealing the evil master plan- it was absolutely terrifying, much more so when he turned around to face Malfoy and pinned him with a amused and not entirely sane eyes along with a smile that stretched from ear to ear and would have both frightened and put the Cheshire cat to shame.

Malfoy’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when a low raspy voice left Harry’s mouth with a simple “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Harry chuckled in complete amusement and continued down the dark hallways, leaving a completely bewildered Malfoy heir rooted to the spot in fear and confusion… yet oddly enough, a sense of respect for the power emanating off Harry’s body and under that a hint of need to follow though he had no clue where it had come from.

Harry made it to his secret room without any interruptions… and immediately upon entering sighed in defeat. He was hoping they would put this off for a bit longer but was honestly expecting it eventually. They were just too curious not to ask at some point even though they knew he would not be too happy about their meddling.

‘Well, since I made the decision to rely on others anyways I might as well see how I can use this to serve my purposes. This is going to be awkward as hell though.’

*Sigh*

“Well, I can honestly say I saw this one coming.”

The twins were sitting on stolen chairs before the fire as if the owned the bloody place, clearly they had been waiting for Harry, which explained why they left lunch early. It had been an ambush.

“We were going to just let it go” “and not ask because we know how you like to keep your secrets” “But you have to admit mate” “That, this, is one even we would not let go of quite easy.” “You laid an egg mate.”

““We really have to know what that is about””

They were so hard to follow sometimes when they talked like that, it was honestly infuriating.

“If I am going to do this, I need a drink, something stronger than pumpkin juice too… and an oath of silence while we are at it.”

“And where” “do you suppose” “we are going to get” ““something stronger for you to drink?””

Harry looked at them like he thought they were fit to be put in the ‘Special Bus’ and shipped away and checked into the loony bin… either that or he thought they were stupid. They laughed humorously at it.

And proceeded to take their products briefcase out of a pocket, tapping a pattern on one of the corners, opening a small drawer in the side and from that drawer taking out a bottle of Odgens’ Finest Firewhisky. He did not even pay attention where the tumblers came from as he took of his fake glasses and his over-robe off so he could get comfortable on one of his stolen chairs and sat Indian style on it.

Egg –he still had not taken the time to think about names, nor did he think his mind could handle it at this point so he was going with ‘Egg’ as the default name for the foreseeable future. - got taken out of his-or-her pouch and placed on his crossed legs. He placed his left hand on top of Egg and began to feed it small trickles of his magic as he held the short glass with his right and took sips without coughing.

The twins were impressed; it seemed Harry was not new to Firewhisky.

“First, I would like to say that if I am to subject myself to this conversation, the twin speak stops in all its forms for the duration of it and any time you are speaking with me in privacy. It drives me bonkers to be frank and right now I would like less annoyances than I’m subjected to in a daily basis.”

“We can do that.”

“Alright then, you can give your oaths now.”

They took their wands out and took on a serious semblance, it was the first time Harry had seen them with such expressions, and it was absolutely strange.

“I, George Gideon Weasley, do solemnly swear upon my magic and my life to keep silent and secret all revealed to me in confidence by Harry James Potter in this and any other occasion and be them both forfeit if I were to break this formal oath, so mote it be.”

“I, Frederick Fabian Weasley, do solemnly swear upon my magic and my life to keep silent and secret all revealed to me in confidence by Harry James Potter in this and any other occasion and be them both forfeit if I were to break this formal oath, so mote it be.”

‘Well, a formal oath, and open ended too. They are not pulling punches with this one. An oath without ending timeframe… I can work with that.’

“What do you want to know?”

They asked a million questions; from “What’s up with the sneakness?” to “how come you laid an egg?” he answered some –vaguely- and left others for them to think what they may about it. Eventually Fred –or George?... one of them- asked who Egg’s ‘other father’ was and he stared them down with such murderous eyes that they understood not to press that particular avenue of questioning and let it be.

At some point they asked to see him in his full sneak-like glory –their words- and since he had been fully naked before them before and one of them had had several fingers inside him, he figured… what the heck, I’ll go with it… and proceeded to get naked.

There was a moment of uncertainty when the twins gasped rather audibly upon registering the great number of scars on his back courtesy of Uncle Vernon and his need to whip the ‘freakishness’ out of Harry with his belt and several other implements. He looked at them, daring them to say something, to make one single comment about the ugly scars marring his flesh. They were smart enough to let that go and both suddenly found everything else in the room but his back of great interest.

Harry calmed down from his defensiveness and let himself go into that state of mind that led to the change in his body. Fred and George were fascinated by it all, Harry was just glad his scales covered most of the disgusting scars.

He took Egg from where he had placed it wrapped on his cloak sitting on the chair and went to sit on his fur pile, all the while allowing the twins to poke and prod him with stoic patience. Sometimes he felt he had the patience of a saint.

At the end of the rather long and very thorough inspection – accompanied by very enthusiastic, complementing, and sometimes blatantly lewd commentary – Harry decided that he would see how much the twins were willing to do for him and how much he could let himself depend on them.

“I need you to do something for me.” He said.

Fred and George were all too eager to listen to his needs.

It seemed things would get somewhat easier for him from now on, if things worked out as he planned at least.

As he left the dungeons feeling much more certain about his future, his mind rushed through all the things he still had to do to secure his survival and freedom. It was as he entered the Common Room that he was assaulted by a hand latching on to his arm and pulling him to a corner.

It was Ron, Harry was not too happy about the ambush and being manhandled but keeping to his relatively meek persona let the matter go.

“What do you want Ron?”

“Harry, mate, we are friends and… well, you know, friends forgive. We can’t just throw our years of friendship to the trash just like that. My dad is better now, they found a way to help him and they are sure he’s going to make it, and I was just worried for him you know. You can’t blame me for the way I reacted.”

‘There it is, Ron’s famous non-apology and guilt trip all rolled into one.’

The Common Room had gone dead quiet while this was going on, the twins –who had come in right when Ron had started his speech- stood to one side with dark semblances and anger clear in their eyes. Harry saw them out of the corner of his eyes and realized they were not too happy about the way Ron had acted; in fact they were angrier than he had originally thought and did not look like they wanted Harry to forgive their brother.

On one of the couches by the fireplace, surrounded by books, Hermione had taken her eyes off her revising to pay attention to the development unfolding before her just as everyone else had. She did a good job on keeping the hardness of her eyes from everyone else but Harry could still see it.

He wanted to smirk in self-satisfaction.

“I know Ron… and you are right, we are friends and friends forgive each other. I am glad we can be friends again, I missed you.”

There seemed to be disappointment in the air at his pronouncement, apparently not everyone wanted the Golden Trio to be together again. Harry didn’t care, he had an image to uphold and it simply would not do to hold a grudge against his supposed best mate.

“How about a game of Exploding Snap?” Ron asked.

And that was that.

Dinner came as it does every night and without any more surprises. At the end of it he informed his friends he was due for another round of Blood Quill torture courtesy of Umbridge and left them to their own devises as he made his way to the horrid woman’s office.

Upon arriving he knew something was terribly wrong, for one, Malfoy was there and usually he served his detentions with the toad privately. He could only imagine what she needed Malfoy of all people there for.

“Sit Mr. Potter, I trust you know the routine by now.”

He sat on the same chair he always did, took the black quill as he was expected, and wrote the same line he had been writing since the beginning of term. She smiled that fake smile of hers all the while and Malfoy stood to the side looking rather confused, it seemed he too had no idea why he was there for Harry’s detention.

Things degraded rather quickly.

Everyting began to unfold in a very downward spiral when midway to his tenth line; she got off her chair and walked to the area where her tea service sat over a small table. It was just like the first time Harry had come to write lines on detention for her, she was even giving him her back just like she had done then, as if trying to show physically by opening herself to attack from behind that she was not afraid of him. He wished he could rip her apart right there without blowing his cover wide open and ending up in Azkaban.

“I’ve decided to sue you for your assault on my person this morning Mr. Potter.” She said as she spooned way too much of her pink sugar onto her tea.

Harry fumed and stood up in outrage. In retrospect, he should probably have handled her blatant baiting differently, but suing someone –a student none the less- for assault because they accidentally ran into you and stepped on your foot was just too much even from a bitch like Umbridge.

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!! It was an accident and you know it!”

“Lower your voice Mr. Potter or I will include verbal violence against a member of the staff and High Inquisitor to the charges.”

“THE HELL YOU WILL!”

He took one step forward and she took it as an excuse to throw a blasting hex at him, as he sailed through the air and spun around coming to land face first on a bookshelf, he had seen her gleeful face and knew she had been waiting for any sudden movement or reaction from him to throw the hex at him. He groaned as he lay amongst the broken pieces of wood and china plates, a piece of china sticking out of his chest where it had been embedded onto him.
“I will add destruction of property and attempted assault to the list. Mr. Malfoy would be there to corroborate my story as a witness to your senseless violence of course, as a pureblood and son of respectable members of society his testimony will carry much weight considering he is not a know liar and psychopath such as yourself.”

‘Ah, I understand now why you had him here so conveniently.’ He thought as he glared daggers at her from his prone position.

Malfoy’s eyes threatened to fall off his face from being opened so wide for the second time that day, he appeared to be shocked at what Umbridge had just said and done and his face turned from her to Harry and back so fast it could give whiplash. It was clear the blond had no idea what to do, while he would have laughed and taunted Harry before, now faced with the fact that he doesn’t really know anything about the real Harry Potter and knowing the boy was strong as well as vindictive and violent, he found he could not act as he would have several weeks ago if presented with this situation.

Harry’s breath was coming short from his chest having received most of the force of the blast, his chest… his chest!!!

His chest!

Where his pouch containing Egg hung.

He had no idea how his charms would hold up to a blasting hex from an adult who clearly meant him harm.

‘THAT BITCH!’ He was seething with anger as he watched her walk calmly with her tea back to sitting behind her desk. ‘I will kill her, I will, and if she caused Egg any damage I will take pleasure in making it slow and painful.’

Malfoy seemed to be nearing a panic attack, knowing that Harry was more dangerous than he appeared, and shuffled from side to side still not knowing what to do until a stroke of genious hit him.

“Professor, he is bleeding his filthy half-blood blood all over your floor, would you like me to get him out of here?” He finally asked when he found a way to get both of them out of there.

She seemed to be so entirely pleased by his words and indicated for him to escort Harry out of her office.

Malfoy helped Harry get off the pile of broken things on the floor and put one of Harry’s arms over his shoulder. Harry had no idea why Malfoy was being halfway decent but figured fear had a large amount to do with it.

Almost to the door to the Hospital Wing, Harry pushed his battered body fully onto Malfoy and they both landed clumsily on an alcove behind a heavy tapestry.

“What the hell Potter?!”

Harry’s voice was low and menacing. It was cold and hard as steel and so sharp he could cut heads with it if he was so inclined; his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness with trapped killing curses flickering behind them.

“This is the last straw.” He said and Malfoy knew he better go along with whatever Harry was about to say or things would get bad for him, he was properly afraid of Potter’s power and apparent ruthlessness.

“What are you going to do?” He asked and hoped Harry would not want him to get involved in any way with his plans, plausible deniability and all that.

“I am going to kill the bitch and you are going to help me or I will consider you accountable and accessory to her actions today due to inaction on your part and be sure that I will kill you too for it. Don’t think for a second I don’t know ways to get away with it too, trust me Malfoy, no one will ever find your body when I’m done with you and you don’t want to know the ways I will make you suffer before I give you the release of death.”

Malfoy believed him wholeheartedly, he gulped very audibly and shook his head up and down in acquiescence to aid Harry. At the same time, his thoughts were filled with the many things Harry could probably do to him without a single speck of remorse and his body trembled in obvious fear.

“Good,” Harry said as he smiled a terrible smile while patting the taller boy on his head. “it seems you are smarter than it appears. I take it I don’t have to warn you to keep your mouth shut about this do I?”

That question was a warning in and of itself and Malfoy knew it. So he vigorously shook his head in the negative, he knew when it was in his best interest to keep silent and this definitely counted in that category.

“I will inform you what I need you to do and when later, expect words from me sometime next week.”

With that he turned around, once more leaving the Malfoy heir rooted to the spot, and limped his way to the door to Pomfrey’s domain where he was once more poked and prodded that day.

Much later, in the cover of night and darkness he went back to his secret room, he took Egg out of his pouch and examined it. Anger like no other he had ever felt coursed through his body and it flared so strongly and suddenly that it shook the whole lower level of the castle. All the inhabitants of the dungeons left their beds in a panic that night as they congregated in their Common Room, waiting for Snape to come tell them what was going on and what to do. By the time Snape had reached his Slytherins the shaking had stopped as Harry had been able to get a hold on his flaring magic. The outburst of energy had not served to cool his anger one bit though. There in his hands, having been knocked out from between the others and thus exposing the fragile shell holding them all together were three shimmering emerald scales. The force of the blasting hex had been too much for the charms on the pouch and now a small part of the delicate shell was exposed making Egg more susceptible to the breaking of his protective casing and to consequently to death. Even as he was glad it had only knocked scales of the shell and not outright broken it, he was still trembling with barely suppressed anger.

A foreboding whisper left his lips in the darkened room as his eyes shone with the killing yellow glow of the basilisk and his fangs dripped sweet venom in his mouth.

“I will make Umbridge pay in blood, flesh, and tears for this offence against my unborn child. I swear it.”

Vengeance will be served cold and with several helpings once he got his hands on her.
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