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Snake in The Lion's Den	By : SexyDarkAngel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 14396 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter series or any Harry Potter Character, nor do I profit from any Harry Potter made products. J.K. Rowling owns all of that.

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Declaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any Harry Potter Character, nor do I profit from any Harry Potter made products. J.K. Rowling owns all of that.
Authors Note: This is one of the many stories I will be rewriting, when I first started posting stories I had a goal I had set on how I wanted my stories to turn out. But as I looked back over the stories I have posted they didn’t measure up like I wanted them to, so I have decided to rewrite all of them. All I ask for is a little patience and understanding, so that I can achieve the goal I set for myself on how I what my stories to turn out. Also I will try to update every two weeks on the rewrites like I will with the new stories. I won’t promise to post always on every two weeks cause I have other things to do in my personal life, but I’ll try my best cause that’s what I want to do but sometimes it doesn’t work out like that.
P.S. I will post a list of all the stories that are being rewritten on my bio, and also a list of all the new stories that I’m working on. I will also put on there all the other sites that I use and that my stories are on.
‘Harry’s thoughts’
“palsetongue”
Chapter One
It was like any other horrible night at Privet Drive number 4, the Dursley’s were being their usual awful self. Ordering Harry to make dinner because they’re too lazy to do it themselves, like usual he had to make everything and not get even a scrap of it. As he was washing up a glass, he felt someone come up behind him. Turning quickly he came face to face with Dudley, instincts on alert he narrowed his eyes at him. “What do you want?” he asked with barely concealed hate. A warning bell went off in his head when he saw the wicked smile that broke out across his cousin’s face. Without any time to react and dodge Dudley’s hand, a resounding smack rang in the kitchen followed by sound of glass breaking on the floor. Falling back on the floor, he cut himself on the glass shards from the broken glass. He glared up at the fat lard that was his cousin before he could spit out the venom laced words he wanted to at him; the sound of thundering steps came toward the kitchen.
Looking toward the entrance of the kitchen there stood Vernon Dursley. His massive form filling up the door way of the kitchen. His face red with the effort of walking faster then he usually did, his chest heaving from his heavy breathing. Locking eyes with him he know from the look in his uncle’s eyes that no matter what he said or did to explain he didn’t do anything wrong would be ignore like the many times before. Like the many time before he reside himself to his fate. “Boy, what did you do” Vernon asked his voice tight with suppressed anger. Taking a deep breath and letting out a big sigh. “Nothing, I did nothing wrong” he knew his reply just angered his uncle more as his face grew redder.
“Yes he did. The clumsy little freak broke the glass” Dudley said fueling the flames. Harry had to resist the urge to glare at the fat pig like boy. ‘Stupid fat muggle filth, I’ll rip your tongue out and watch you choke to death on your blood’. Harry repressed the boiling rage and hatred threatening to come out. Watching as Vernon’s face turn blood red with anger, he braced himself as Vernon stomped over towards him. He fought back a wince as he was jerked up onto his feet by his arm; Vernon leaned in close until their noses almost touch.
“You’re going to regret you were ever born” he whispered coldly in his ear. Harry suppressed the shiver of disgust he felt toward Vernon. Vernon pulled back and jerked him along, pushed out into the hallway he fell against the wall. Gritting his teeth together, harry tried to straighten himself up but another push from Vernon made him stubble and fall on the floor in front of the stairs, bumping his head on the bottom step.
"Go to your room freak" Vernon’s loud booming voice yelled. Quickly pulling himself up harry made his way up the stairs. Harry opened the door to his poor excuse for a room, shutting the door behind him and walked over to his poor excuse for a bed and laid down. He heard the worried hoot of Hedwig, "Don't worry girl I'm fine, just a few cuts and bruises" Harry walked over to her cage and petted her. He hoped his uncle didn't come in his room give him; his extra 'punishment', he shuddered at the thought. "At twelve a clock tonight I'll be seventeen and can use magic and they’ll all regret to ever cross me" a sinister smiled blossomed across his face as he imagine all the wonderful, painful things he could and would do to them when his inheritance came. He walked back to his bed, and looked at the clock eleven fifty-nine. "Just a few more seconds, girl" Hedwig hooted in response. As the clock turned twelve, harry turned to Hedwig "Happy Birthday Har…" he was cut off as a piercing sharp pain shot right through his body.
Harry fell to the floor with a scream as the pain spread to his stomach and back. His vision was blurry, head pounding; the pain doubled it felt like someone was stabbing him over and over in the stomach while acid was poured on him. He felt like his skin was being ripped off and his bones breaking and mending back together over and over again. As another wave of pain passed through his body, harry rolled over to his side as the pain doubled in his back. It felt like something was trying to break out from his skin. "Ahhhhhhh… what's happening to me" his breath labored as sharp pain shot down his spine and throughout his back. Harry arched his back in a bow with a loud scream; the breath was knocked out of him, as the pain increased. It felt like it was never ending, the pain was so intense his vision blurred, and everything went dark.
It was the distressful sounds that Hedwig was making that woke harry from his pain induced slumber. He opens his eyes and looked around; his vision a little off focus. He pulled himself up off the floor; he winced as his head throbbed from the movement. As he got up he stumbled a little, but gained his balance. He looked around his room, stuff was everywhere. He groaned he’ll clean it up after taking a shower. He walked into his bathroom and looked into the mirror, he gasped at what he saw. His skin was no longer the sickly looking pale, but a beautiful and unblemished alabaster. Shocked by this he continued to study himself in the mirror. He noticed his hair had grown longer; it went down to the middle of his back. It had lost its messy and birds nest look, it was thick and wavy. Looking closer he noticed it had a dark auburn cast to it. What gave him an even bigger shock was that he didn’t have his glasses on, but could see clear as day. His eyes had changed from a dark green to brighter one which was similar to the killing curse.
He frowned as took in his lack of a height change; he was still his short 5 feet and 4 inch self. He noticed his ears were pointed at the top; he poked at his ear with his finger and gasp when he saw it was real. When he gasped he saw that his canines were pointed, touching the tip of one of them with his finger he quickly pulled his finger back and saw there was a dot of blood pooling on the tip of his finger. He continued to study all the changes to his body. He turned to the side and saw something large and black move behind him. Focusing his eyes on the black figure he got another shock, he saw protruding from his back two black angel shaped wings coming out of his back.
Studying himself for a few more minutes; he wondered what had brought on this change, before it dawn on him. "Yesterday… when I was in all that pain" he exclaimed. ‘But why?’ he thought to himself, he didn't know but he felt like that lemon drop eating bastard had something to do with this. He had to find out what happened to him. Looking at himself again in the mirror, he wondered how was he to get out the house looking like this. He closed his eyes and thought hard about his new features disappearing. When he opened his eyes again he felt proud that he succeed in hiding away his new features expect for his skin and eyes. He decided to keep those.
He got undressed and climbed in the shower. Harry thought to himself as he washed ‘I need to find out why this happened’ washing the soap off his back, he started shampooing his hair. ‘Gringotts. Of course they would know why and how this happen. All I need to do is get there without being noticed’. ‘Easier said than done’. Letting out a deep sigh, Harry washed the shampoo from his hair. Turning off the shower head he climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel wrapping it around him. Going back into his room he grabbed some a long-sleeved shirt and pants to cover up his unblemished skin from his relatives and got dressed, he also put on his glasses to not draw attention to himself. When he was finished dressing he went down stairs and to the kitchen to start on breakfast for his so called ‘family’. He shuddered ‘I would never call them family. Disgust, filthy muggles’.
He heard someone come into the room, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up; he knew who came into the room, just by the very heavy footsteps. Vernon and Dudley came waddling into the kitchen. "You better had made breakfast, Freak" Vernon's gruff voice spoke loudly. Harry rolled his eyes, before turning and sat down plates in front of him and Dudley, and then his Aunt came in and sat a plate in front of her. He was on his way out the kitchen and back to his room, before his uncle's voice called out and stopped him. "And don't think I forgot about you breaking that glass yesterday, you will be getting your 'punishment' he said coldly.
Harry could hear the leer in his voice, he didn't have to turn around and know that he had the same look on his face. He shook of the disgust and said in a cold, monotone voice "Yes, Uncle Vernon" then he continued up stairs. He be damn if that fat fucker every lay another finger on him, if he did he'll rip his throat out. As he reached his room he let out a growl of frustration, opening the door with dark thoughts of slicing Vernon up like an over sized holiday pig. Looking around his room which was still is disarray from his magical inheritance. He didn’t feel like putting everything up in their right place, and then he got a brilliant idea. If he was able to make his new features with just a thought then maybe he could straighten up his room like that also.
Focusing on where everything was suppose to be, with a snap of his fingers everything was back where they belong. Smiling at this he stared at his hands ‘That must have been a big magical inheritance, that I can do wandless magic’. With that thought he smirked ‘This could definitely come in handy’. Going over to Hedwig’s cage, she was still making a distressful chirping noise. “It’s ok girl” he said putting his hand through the door of her cage petting her downy feathers. “Everything is ok, I’m fine” he reinsured her.
Now he thought to himself ‘How in the hell am I going to get to Gringotts’.
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