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In Never	By : Schwertlilie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 3092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Afternoon clouds sweetly part themselves as Harry drifts through them. He isn�t as worried about the newcomers as Hermione seemed to be. He�d faced one of the most vile evils to ever exist in this world and on Earth�and he�d defeated him. Frowning at the memory he dips lower and away from the white seas to look around, taking his mind off those memories.

Below him lies the North Shore, it�s banks curving inwards in a wide arc. The arc continued by way of the reef in the ocean, a path of shore to reef to shore again creating an almost perfect, naturally occurring circle.

And to the right of the colorful reef, in a deep pool of calm water is the floating pirate vessel. Here Harry grins. He hasn�t seen a proper sea vessel in such a long time. The hull is a strict black covered in salt and sea brine, poison green trimming running the length of the ship. The deck looks worn and well kept with only a few men drifting about doing various chores. They appeared to be of lower rank, none of them a proper captain.

As his inspection progresses, Harry�s eyes suddenly fix upon the main sail blowing a little way out on a stronger breeze. The beautifully crafted serpent gracing much of the deep gray cloth sends shivers of delight over his entire body. Its scales an array of greens smoothing into shades of black, all tinted in gold thread.

Pan had always been envious of his gift to converse so easily with a vast amount of animals outside of humans, while Pan could only understand the language of mermaids and fairies. But out of every creature, snakes were Harry�s favorite. Not only was their sleek grace a marvel, but they always told the most delightful and wondrous stories. Plus, the S�s sounded absolutely stunning and tickled his throat in a greatly pleasant way. He supposed it was due to this intense liking that allowed him to also be able to converse with anything meant to resemble the slithering beauties. Drawings, paintings, carvings and now he would find out if stitching was included in that category.

The boy drifts lazily to the white sand, sighing as his toes sink into the warmth trapped amongst the sea smoothed grains. He places his fists on his hips in an automatic gesture that seemed so natural for someone used to leading. Finally satisfied enough time has passed he sinks down onto the ground to wait, it wouldn�t be long. Without any telling movements Harry pulls a small blade from the belt gracing his chest to slip it into one of the bands on his wrist.

The sun has risen fully and he closes his eyes in quiet ecstasy. He wonders what it would take for him to ever want to leave this place. He�d been through so much here already, a lot of it with bad memories attached and still he couldn�t imagine leaving. His ears twitch suddenly and not a moment later there�s a sharp point between his shoulders.

� On yer feet.� A voice growls from behind. Slowly Harry rises and his hands are pulled back for ropes to be lashed in complicated knots, the sword staying steady against him. � Come on boy, le�s walk.� Increased pressure against his skin forces the dark haired boy forward. He almost grins as he realizes he�s being led right towards the gorgeous craft. Perfect.

He�d been almost certain they�d capture, instead of try to kill, him. They were new to this island and a seemingly unarmed boy would be a great source of information.

He�s steered to a plank secured to a strong piece of ground and walked up to the deck he�d been admiring from the sky. More men have come out of the woodworking and from the jungle, milling around and staring at the scantly clad boy being led into their midst. They�d all noticed the stifling heat when they�d anchored that morning, but seeing this boy in nearly nothing is still a shock.

� What are you lot starin� at? There�s work ter be done!� One of his captures yells. The men take one last look and move to whatever tasks they�re assigned. Harry is taken over to the main mast and forced to his knees where they continue to tie him in place.

� You�ll be stayin� there till the captains ready ter talk wit you.� They glare at him as if he might protest. He merely nods his head.

� Thank you.� The pirates stare at him a while longer before turning to get to more pressing matters. The sun is now about halfway through the day. Harry blinks, he must have been on the beach longer than he�d thought. He smiles dreamily, it had been so long since he�d had a good capture. Yes, he made sure they were all more careful now, but he still remembers the fun times of carefree and stupid moments when being captured was the most thrilling experience of all. That same rushing feeling hadn�t changed since the first time he�d felt it. Harry grins wider.

No one is paying attention to him any longer so he decides he probably has a while to wait. He pulls the prepared blade out and skillfully begins to cut at the bonds. This is something he had long practice in and almost misses using the skill. After a while a tiny butterfly floats prettily past his eyes and he exchanges whispered greetings with it, following its progress up and up until he can�t see it anymore. His eyebrows knit together. The sail�there was something about the sail�

A large gust of wind pushes against them all, rocking the entire vessel and setting said sail fluttering, showing glimpses of green and gold, settling delightful warmth inside him. Had anyone been listening they would have heard soft hissing coming from the throat of the strange boy tied to the mast.

� I send my greetings to you, the snake of the sail. I am Harry Potter, will you please talk to me?� After his time spent conversing with snakes he realized many of them liked to be addressed with eloquence. Lilting laughter softly floats down to him.

� Hello there young snake speaker. How wonderful it is to find one such as yourself. My name is Sylestrias Slytherin. Might I ask of your intentions with my master?� Harry tilts his head further back and can see a peak of one glittering silver orb gazing at him. Though it is merely thread, the depths inside that eye spoke volumes. The craftsman was truly a master.

� I am so pleasured to be speaking with you, you�re beautiful.� The snake hisses with apparent pleasure. � As to my intentions, I�m not sure who your master is.�

� Why little one, he is the leader of these men. He made me from the nimble fingers of his hands. He is my creator.� Harry�s eyes grow wide. He�d never met a pirate with such skill before.

� Then I only wish to meet him. He will probably have many questions for me. I intend to be honest, but I will not endanger my family.� The snake�s eye looks thoughtful.

� How wise of you young snake. My master is a good man, he cares for our crew much the same you do for your family. But I see in your eyes, as I do in my master�s, the loneliness inside you. Yes, you should meet him!� Harry doesn�t know whether this is a good thing or bad and frowns slightly at the loneliness comment. Honestly, he had so many human and animal friends, plus an abundance of children he tended. � You are so similar to him, yes you are perfect for him!� Harry blinks.

� I don�t understand.�

� I have kept my eyes open as we�ve sailed the world, for my master is too busy to do so himself. He has forgotten the many fine things he should experience in life. You my snake are the person I�ve been seeking!� Harry frowns even further, he is extremely curious now that the earlier annoyance is fading.

� What kind of person have you been seeking and what exactly am I suppose to be used for?� But he doesn�t get the chance to hear his new friend�s answer as a pirate approaches. Snake speech takes almost three times as long as its English counterpart to exchange. At least three hours have passed since his capture and the sun has begun its decent.

� Come on boy, the Captain wants ter see yer now.� Instead of cutting through the ropes, the man un loops them all and uses them as a sort of leash to pull Harry backwards across the deck towards a set of double doors of intricately carved wood and stained glass windows.

Through the whole conversation with Sylestrias he�d been working the blade and it finally paid off. He palms the loosened rope, thankful the rest covers his wrists. The doors slide open and he�s pushed into semi-darkness. Falling once again to his knees he�s surprised to hear the door shut behind him, no one following him in. Dropping the ropes from his hands he wiggles and tugs at the other bindings until they all give way and glide to the floor in a lifeless heap. From his position he gazes around the sparsely, yet beautifully furnished room lit in delicate candlelight.

Few pieces of furniture cover the interior of the spacious room while large windows adorned with plush velvet curtains, now drawn, take up a good portion of the walls. An open window makes a lucky get-a-way, but Harry finds himself reluctant to leave, so he takes his time admiring the rest of the room. A red chestnut desk is situated in front of him with a comfortable looking black leather chair pushed out behind it. Seeming to be alone for now, Harry stands and makes his way to one of the windows. Along the way he sees paintings of different landscapes ranging from mountains to lakes and many more he�d never seen before. Each simple and yet absolutely stunning.

He skirts an armchair settled next to a wall length bookshelf, filled to the brim and more with multi-colored books of random height and thickness. A large, well made bed is built into the right corner of the room, the downy quilt adorning it makes the boy halt in his escape. Upon the surface of the cloth lay a sister snake to Sylestrias. This man seemed to have an affinity as large as his own to the slithering creatures of the world. Looking around the room once more he decides it couldn�t hurt to make a trip to the absent captain�s bed. The silver eyes on the quilt shimmer with the same quality as Sylestrias�, the body almost scale for scale a symmetry to the other.

� You are quite an extraordinary creature!� He exclaims running his fingers along the silky bedspread. For a moment he thinks he sees a shiver of pleasure run the length of the snake�s body.

� I am so delighted I am able to converse with you! I was listening to your conversation with my sister and had hoped to get the opportunity to be face to face. You speak so wonderfully!� Harry�s cheeks pink with pleasure. � You are here to speak with our master yes?�

� I believe its more him wanting to speak with me.�

� Of course. Come snake tongue and lay beside me.� This time Harry is no longer surprised when the body twists itself along the cloth, right up the bed, its head coming to rest just under the pillows. He hesitates for a heartbeat before climbing onto the high bed, stretching onto his side allowing his body to sink perfectly into the mattress, leaving him at a wonderful angle to look deep into the snake�s eyes.

� What is your name?� He hisses softly, stroking gentle fingers against the thread creature�s body.

� My name is Salisadras Slytherin. And you are Harry.� The boy nods, his eyes suddenly feeling very heavy. Turning his face into the soft fabric of the pillows he inhales the faint scent of ginger and sea spray. He had never felt anything as soothing and comforting, lying on this bed, gently rocking with the waves of the sea.

� Oh my little one you grow tired yet. Sleep, sleep now and all will be explained to my master.� But the boy is already deeply in slumber.
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