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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 Ones Who Fell

In Slytherin dorm, in a private reading room half an hour after dinner, a boy looked forward at the wall across him with a blank expression. Unseeing and unfocussed his eyes were open but his awareness of his surroundings was non-existent. His Charms book was open on the table before him, a piece of parchment with only two words for his upcoming essay rested next to it and in his hand there was a quill which dripped its ink onto both the table and the parchment.

Auburn hair framed his face and his dark eyes held a faraway look.

Theodore Nott could simply not concentrate on his homework, there was something else occupying all the capacity of his mind.

Harry Potter

There was something so compelling and alluring about Harry Potter. It called to his very being and made him tremble to the deepest part of his core. Harry was so good, so caring, and so perfect in his imperfection.

He thought about that creamy sun kissed and beautiful body, the Quidditch toned muscles tightening under his touch, the bewildering emerald eyes looking at him heatedly in the darkened room and the expanse of soft scared skin he had so many times tasted. Harry had many scars, most of them on his back, and Theo knew even his Quitdditch teammates and dorm mates had not seen them, he was the only one who knew, the only one who had run his hands over them as well as his tongue. He had kissed every single scar on Harry’s body and worshipped every single part of him like a true believer before the altar.

His tongue was the only one that had tasted every part of Harry’s body, every single part. Theo knew that though it would not be the only one forever, no one could erase the fact that it had been the first. After all, short of actual penetration, they had gone pretty far with their sexual explorations in the months they had shared as pseudo-lovers. Theo regretted not having been able to be Harry’s first in going all the way and wondered who would be given that gift in the future. Would Harry top or bottom? What kind of person Harry would submit to so completely? Or what kind of person the one Harry first took would be?

He closed his eyes and his thoughts of Harry painted delicious pictures behind his then. Pictures of that one day he licked the sweat off of Harry’s back on his trail down the tanned spine as he made his way to Harry’s soft firm cheeks. He pictured how he had parted them with trembling hands and licked circles around and over the puckered little hole, delving into it with the tip of his wet muscle, listening as Harry trembled and mewled under him.

His hands had gone into his trousers and he had no idea when it happened but as he remembered that night with Harry he touched and pulled at himself until he reached competition. Theo took the hand out and looked at the creamy white substance on it momentarily, he liked it. Harry had made him taste himself once and doing this now made him feel as if Harry was still there, sitting in front of Theo with his legs wide open and looking at him with burning green eyes.

A whimper of uncontrolled desire left him.

And he knew he would die for Harry if Harry ever asked him to, because he had been totally captured by those glowing green eyes and he didn’t want to ever escape this captivity.

Harry was so good.

He was so, so good, and even if in the end it turned out that Harry was not… it wouldn’t matter, because when everyone else dismissed him or didn’t see him, Harry had been so good to him – and that was all that mattered.

Theo knew he had fallen.

He knew it was true, he had fallen, had fallen in love with Harry Potter… and he would do anything to have Harry look at him, smile at him, touch him… kiss him, even if just once and without meaning or leading to something else. He desperately wanted anything Harry would give him... anything… and as such he would do anything to get it. He would make himself a slave if he had to, forsake his name and family, and leave his life behind. He would sell his very soul if that was the act that led Harry to do something as insignificant to others as touching his cheek with those small roughen hands and touch his lips with his own rosy and soft ones. It might seem something insignificant to anyone else, much too small a reward to sell your soul over, but by the gods Theo would do it if that was the answer. Because to Theo it was not small and insignificant, to him it was like being blessed by a god and being shown his favor.

His mind was filled with Harry. Every waking minute and every time he closed his eyes, conscious and unconscious thoughts, they were all filled with desire for Harry to even do something as small as smiling at him.

He was obsessed.

He was infatuated.

He was smitten.

He was compelled.

He was sure he was going as crazy as Bella LeStrenge and about to grovel at Harry’s feet, just as Bella was rumored to do for the Dark Lord, if that was what it took to get even a pat on the head from the dark haired boy but by Merlin he didn’t care so long as Harry looked at him.

He was obsessed.

He was in love.

He had fallen so deeply, maddeningly, in love.

Tomorrow, Theo made the resolve, he would forsake his place in the world and ask Harry to take him as his vassal. He would serve Harry Potter just like the Crabbes and the Goyles served the Malfoys and lay his life at Harry’s feet to do with it as he saw fit, it was the only way he could see to be closer to Harry than being a mere friend.

It was a quiet night as he made his way to his room later on, it seemed he was not the only one who was feeling exhausted today because the common room was practically empty already and those who lingered were in the middle of gathering their things and making their way to their dorms.

Theo fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed.

Draco Malfoy came into the dorm not long after Theo had fallen asleep, he was completely bewildered by the fact that the common room was completely empty and EVERYONE in Slytherin except the prefects on duty were already asleep though the prefects were starting to look tired… Whatever Potter had done to get them all to go to bed seemed to be slower acting on the prefects.

He had to give it to Potter, the boy knew how to cover his basics. He just wanted to know how Potter had managed to dose everyone with whatever they had been dosed with, and they had to have been dosed with something, perhaps during dinner? But how? The house elves would not let a student tamper with the food. It was perhaps a mystery to ponder later, he doubted Potter would tell him anyways.

Draco was scheduled to do the last round of the night with Daphne; she looked like she was dragging the world behind her with how tired she appeared.

“I think I’m going straight to bed after our rounds, today was a really long day and I am beat.”

He played along, it was expected.

“Me too, I’m just glad I got all my assignments done so I can call it a night early.”

“Do you want to take the left and I take the right tonight?” she asked and after a nod of agreement they headed to opposite parts of the castle.

Draco had done as Potter had commanded and one hour before curfew had told Umbridge that he heard Potter plotting something big tonight, she had looked like the cat that caught the canary.

Convincing her to let him be the one to figure out what Potter was up to and then fetching her when Potter was cornered and unable to escape had been surprisingly easy, he could see why Potter had chosen him for this, Umbridge would have believed anything that came out of his mouth without second thought.

“You will never believe what he was doing, he will be expelled for sure, and there is no way to get out of this one.” He had told her and she smiled a large cruel smile.

“You have to see it to believe it Professor,” Draco had said when she asked him details about it. “and it will look more credible that you found him by chance breaking the rules if your expression of shock is real when you see it because you had not been previously briefed by me about what he was doing. It would look better that way.”

It made no sense, who would look at her anyway to see if she knew or not that Potter was doing something against the rules? It wasn’t like anyone else would be there. But she believed it because it came from his mouth and doubled her speed to get there faster as he led her expertly to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.

As soon as she entered the bathroom Draco stepped backwards quietly, once in the hallway he locked and silenced the door.

Nothing could be heard from inside.

In the bathroom, she looked back and forth, looking for her victim and finding nothing but an empty room as not even the ghost was there.

Without turning she said “Mr. Malfoy, there is no one here, the filthy insufferable boy has escaped us!”

Umbridge was about to turn then, but just as she made the first move a low angry voice with a hissing quality whispered in the room and hit her right in the hand with an Expelliarmus shortly before a Petrificus Totalus hit her square on the chest.

Her body went rigid and she fell to the floor face first.

In a corner of the bathroom, Harry Potter stood under his invisibility cloak, the tip of his want peeking between the folds and a cruel smile that was all teeth on his face.

He took the cloak off and walked forward to stand next to the entrance to the Chamber. An Incarcerous upon his lips and in less than a second Umbridge was covered in ropes and Harry had a length of it in his right hand.

**Open**

He hissed and the pipe that led to the Chamber of Secrets was revealed.

Harry pulled on the rope and with it pulled the still prone Umbridge as he dragged her to the opening. Her face was getting small cuts from the stone floor, but really… who cared? Harry certainly didn’t. He dragged her body until the very edge and then proceeded to kick her with the point of his shoe until she fell in.

And fall she did.

The bitch fell.

And fell

And fell.

Until her body hit the pile of bones of rats and other small creatures inside the tunnel.

Harry knew that from the angle her body was at when he pushed her in. She would not land on her neck and cut his revenge short. It would truly be a waste if he did not make her pay for the suffering and headaches she had given him… for what she had done to Egg.

When he made it to the tunnel, Harry simply bent over to pick up the length of rope, pushed her on her face again, and dragged her all the way into a small room in the main Chamber. He was glad he had taken the strengthening potion of he would not have been able to do this, the toad sure was heavy.

Once in the room, he levitated her to a chair in front of a small writing desk, a quill and three pieces of parchment from her stationary with her seals rested on top of it. The ropes moved to bind her securely to the chair; he silenced her before releasing the prettification spell. From all the movement of her mouth and the way that her bleeding face was going purple with ire he knew that she was likely shouting –or at least trying very hard to- threats and obscenities at him. How he loved a well placed Silencio.

From his trouser’s pocket he took out a thing oak, eleven and a quarter inches long, dragon heartstring wand. It was one of the many inside the heirloom room and precisely the one Harry uses to practice the Dark Arts while in the Chamber. It was positively wonderful that the wards of the Chamber were a separate entity than the rest of the Hogwarts wards; one could do all kinds of Dark spells without alerting a certain old bastard.

He pointed the wand at her and shouted,

“Imperio!”

The wand was not made for him, had not chosen him, and fought his control. It did not feel like an extension of himself by any means, not like his own wand did. But Harry had had much practice casting spells with this wand in the last two years, he knew how much force to exert for the wand to give in and cast the spell successfully.

Umbridge’s face went into that blissful-faraway sort of look people under the Imperious Curse got when you got a hold of their mind and all that mattered was your will.

He released her right arm and put the quill in her hand.

Umbridge began to write.

Dear Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, fellow Ministry of Magic employees. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Board of Governors, Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress. Wizarding Britain at large.

The present missive is intended to inform of my departure from the premises of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, my position as Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic and Educational High Inquisitor of Hogwarts.

You may ask, why?

The answer is quite simple.

I have fallen in love.

For many years I have harbored resentment for half-breeds, magical creatures, and those with even the slightest creature blood within their veins. I had in my youth fallen for a young werewolf who left me broken hearted and bitter. For many years I hated him and anyone like him, even to the point of pushing for many unfair and degrading Creature Acts and Amendments to our laws, going as far as using phantom votes from empty Wizengamont seats to pass those laws.

My hate was a river that sprung from what I felt was cruel act towards my person by a man with creature blood and a cursed life.

I was wrong.

For several days I have been corresponding secretly with this man and he clarified some things. The most important being that he had left me because he did not want to chain me to life with a cursed man but that still even after all these years he loved me and no other.

He asked if I would leave it all behind and go with him, where? I don’t know.

But I said yes.

We are to meet tonight at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and we will embark into a journey together.

To remedy his fears about chaining me to a cursed man, I have decided to take on the curse myself and join him in his way of life.

I have no regrets.

Sincerely,

Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and Educational High Inquisitor of Hogwarts.

Dolores Jane Umbridge

Harry thought to himself that the letter was simply put, a work of art. He was sure he had channeled Umbridge quite well on it too. But the best part of it was that no one would look for her now. There will be some who will doubt the letter being real but their inquiries will be put to rest when her magical signature and handwriting are found all over the letter. It also helped that he had switched the regular quill to a blood quill for the signature of her name; any healer who had worked on her would be able to use a sample from the blood from the signature to compare it with her records in St. Mudgos and be able to testify that it was indeed Umbridge’s blood.

He made her copy the exact same letter. Harry wanted a copy to be sent to Fudge, one to Dumbledore, and lastly one to the Prophet. No one would be able to sweep this under the rug and conduct an investigation. By the time the morning Prophet arrived at breakfast it would be common knowledge outside Hogwarts that Umbridge had run off with her ex-lover and no one would back up an inquiry.

Harry released her from the Imperious when the copies in her handwriting and blood were made. Then, he used an obscure control spell and made her write over and over in a long roll of parchment with her own bloodquill.

‘I will not survive the end of my punishment.’ It read and her eyes were wide with fear as she took in both the contents of the letter and the lines she was writing on the parchment.

She knew after reading the letter that no one would be looking for her.

She would be writing for as long as it took for things to calm down after the scandal of her escapade.

Without food, without water, in pain and bleeding, silenced and afraid, unable to move anything but her hand which only moved to write the lines on the parchment and unable even to tend to her basic needs or relieve her bodily functions in a humane way.

Harry left the room and locked it behind him, he went to put the wand back in its place and get some things he needed to look at for later.

“Pippy!” He called before leaving the Chambers.

“Yes, master Harry Potter sir.”

“Make sure to give her enough water to keep her alive, but not to quench her thirst, and give her the Blood Replenishers potions I left ready at the times written in the timetable next to them. I don’t want her dying on me.”

“Yes, master Harry.”

‘The twins are so useful,’ He thought as he walked toward his dorm. ‘No one could ever suspect they managed to purchase a house elf, sneaked it into Hogwarts, and passed the ownership to me. No one would suspect I have eyes in the school that cannot be tracked and someone who can poison them all without them even knowing if I ever wanted it to.’

Tomorrow would be an eventful day; the gossip vine would be working full time and at full capacity. Harry was oddly enough looking forward to it, because as soon as the novelty of Umbridge’s runaway act had worn off, he would be able to come down to play with his new toy.

He had some pretty interesting curses he wanted to try.
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