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Child of the Seprent	By : Juushika Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer:
Nope, still don�t own it. Still not making any money.

A/N: During parseltongue, the speakers will speak in
italics, but will never use more then the correct amount of �S�s, becaussse
ssspelling thingsss like thissss really annoyssss me. And Harry�s sorta
excepting of everything for a four year old because... well, he doesn�t know
what to be afraid of. So there. I win.

Harry was
cold, and didn�t know where he was or what was going on. He had never been
outside the house before, and he was pretty sure that his uncle wasn�t there
anymore. He was scared, but he knew that crying noisily was bad (noise of any
manner was bad, actually), and he got slapped for doing so, so he began to cry
very silently. She heard it though. She had been sunning her self in a clearing
before a large (from the sound of it) human lumbered past, and she headed back
they way he came, curious as to what a human was doing in this forest.
Soon, she had come across Harry.

Harry was
very lucky, to say the least. The basilisk that found him had just eaten. She
flicked her tongue in the direction of the terrified human, determining it to
be very small, and therefor a child, obviously abandoned. She turned and
started to leave; she wanted nothing to do with humans, child or not. She
snorted to her self contemptuously, �Well, at least the human didn�t eat his
young, I suppose. Which is more then I can say for some of the creatures
here...�

Now, this
shocked Harry enough to stop his frightened crying. The large green moving
thing had spoken, and he had understood it, unlike when his aunt and
uncle spoke to him, which was a rarity in itself. Completely stunned by this,
Harry decided to see if he could speak as well, �lady?� Harry had
decided that the thing sounded female to him, and addressed it as such.

It was the
Basilisk�s turn to be completely shocked. She maneuvered her self around to
face him, testing the air in front of her as she went. The human was the only
thing around generating heat, and was the only thing that could have spoken. �...
Did you just speak to me, Child?� She asked incredulously.

Harry
immediately stuck his little fingers into his mouth, feeling that he had done
something wrong, ��m sorry. I won�t do it anymore.�

The
basilisk slowly swung her head in closer to Harry, as if peering at him. Harry
stared wide eyed at her, his vision becoming clearer as she neared. He had never seen
anything like her before... but something seemed off about her. She interrupted
his musings by addressing him thoughtfully again, �A Parselmouth.� She
swung her head a bit, in contemplation, �I�ve never met one before. Tell me,
child, what are you doing out here?�

Harry
looked around a bit, seeing nothing but different shades of green and brown, �I
don�t know. Where is �here�?�

If
the basilisk had eyebrows, she would have raised one, �We�re in my forest.
The Muggles call it a Wildlife Preserve, the Wizards use it to have a spot for
magical creatures to live without worrying about Muggles seeing them.�

Harry was
silent, not understanding most of what she said. She seemed to regard him for a
minute, �What is your name, child?�

Harry
was quite for a couple of seconds, thinking about this, �What�s a �name�?�

The
basilisk tightened her face, making a snake�s version of a frown, �Why, a
name is what you are called.�

Harry
sucked on his fingers contemplatively. There was something that his uncle and
aunt always called him... �... Boy.�

�What?
You�ll have to try to say that in Parseltongue.� she paused, �that�s
what we�re speaking, you know.�

Harry
crinkled his forehead, �It�s... My name is Boy, I think. That�s what I�m
called.�

�Boy?
That�s... Well, that�s not a proper name, that�s what you are.�

Harry
was quite, �Well... What�s your name?�

�I don�t
have a name. I wasn�t given one.�

�Why
not?�

She
gave a hissing chuckle that shook her whole body, making her head bob slightly,
�That�s a bit of a story, really. Where did your father go?� She worded
her question carefully, not wanting to upset the boy.

Harry
frowned again, pulling his hand away from his mouth with an audible pop,
repeating �father� over and over in his head. Suddenly, something clicked in
his mind, the word connecting with a meaning. There were lots of words that
were in his newly discovered vocabulary that he didn�t understand, but it
seemed that if he concentrated long enough on them, they�d figure themselves
out. �That wasn�t my father. That was my uncle. I don�t have a father, I
think.�

�And
your mother?�

�I don�t
have one of those either.� Harry paused, looking unsure about something,
before making up his mind, �I�d like to have one, though. Will you be my
mother?�

The
basilisk stilled. That has been unexpected. She smiled as much as a snake can, �I
suppose it would be nice to have a son. Basilisks don�t have those, we�re
created.�

Harry
didn�t really understand what that meant, but smiled up at her anyway. It was
growing dark, and Harry shivered from the growing chill in the air. She noticed
a slight drop in Harry�s body-heat, �It�s time for good little human boys to
go to sleep,� She said, curling herself next to Harry, scooting him so that
he was leaning on her, and covered him with her tail, �Would you like me to
tell you a bedtime story?�

�Can it
be about your name?�

She
let out another rumbling chuckle, �Yes. Basilisks like myself are hatched
from regular chicken eggs, if a toad sits on them. So, one day, a young dark
and foolish wizard decides that he wants a basilisk, in order to make
himself more powerful. So, he hatches me. He thinks that when he�s the first
person I see, that I will regard him as a parent figure. But, Basilisks can
kill people with their eyes, and he didn�t want to take any chances...�

She
continued her tale until Harry had fallen asleep, keeping the details to a
minimal. The wizard had taken the back of her head in a firm grasp after she
had gotten a little look at him, tilted her head back, and lit his wand. She
had tried to squirm away from the flame that was descending toward her left
eye, wishing snakes had evolved to have eyelids. The wand tip was was pushed
into her eye and twisted, her eye snapping and popping like overcooked meat.
She writhed, but the process was repeated on her other eye, completely burning
her eyes over. His grip had relaxed slightly, and she had managed to twist her
head around, sinking her fangs into the flesh in-between his thumb and
first-finger. She ended up in the forest, where she learned to adapt to her
blindness.
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