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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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Unedited, Still don’t own HP

Because We Are Snakes 26 The Plumed Serpent

Harry could feel Voldemort’s annoyed impatience growing stronger day by day since somewhere around the eight of October. Whatever the monster wanted, he was not getting it, and it was making him incredibly angry to have no progress in his goal. Harry was starting to think it had something to do with the supposed weapon the Order was guarding at the Ministry. His recurrent dreams about doors in the Ministry sure as hell seem to point that way

At this point he could hardly give a shit; he had other things to worry about, such as his constantly changing body.

It must have been something about having carried Egg inside him that accelerated his changes. They had been coming steadily at a slow pace since the first one appeared the summer after Second Year but now it seemed as if he could not go a week without one or two new things showing up. He hoped it either slowed down or stopped altogether because keeping up with them was getting difficult.

The whole thing was positively annoying, but he was The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Never-Have-A-Normal-Day-In-His-Life, so what could he expect really other than some fast curve ball from fate or whoever it was up there that decided to fuck with him at regular intervals.

So he woke up in his fur nest with wings, big deal! In the end they were actually kind of cool in their leathery/feathery glory.

The smooth patch of leather and scales at the base and along the top where the bones could be felt, the brilliant red feathers tipped with black and emerald green and the bone hard fang looking spike at the tip of each wing were very fetching as well as functional and deadly. Those things were not only wicked sharp but as poisonous as the fangs in his mouth. So what if his skin had toughened up and the only thing that could pierce it now days was his own claws? So what if he was a bit more magic resistant that the average human? He was sure that that could come in handy some time. Plus, it hopefully meant fewer trips to Madam Pomfrey.

He was turning into the ultimate predator it seemed, the idea did not bother him one bit.

‘I’m so cool.’

Now, if he could just go outside and test the maneuverability and functionality of his newly acquired limbs it would be super brilliant. Sadly, the spikes? Fangs? Whatever they were, at the tip of his wings had ripped his back along the shoulder blades in a long strip on each side and he was currently laying on the cold stone floor in unending agony as he bled profusely. It would have to wait until the pain, bleeding and burning up ceased at the very least. For now, the goal was to continue to drag his body to his secret stash of potions for something strong enough to at least take the edge off seeing as potions had become ineffective on him as of late.

Harry was not in the right frame of mind at this moment to call up for the healing song inside him, he was barely coherent enough to find the right potions.

This, however, did not stop his running mental commentary as he swallowed around ten vials of concentrated maximum strength healing and pain relieving draughts. They had barely done the trick of taking off the edge so he could think clearly.

‘My tolerance for pain has become shit all of a sudden, right when I need it too.’

He knew he should not have drank as many as he did but by the gods was he glad for being so loopy and high on clashing effects as he passed out after dragging himself back to his pile of furs.

The worse of it was not that he was going through another painful change. The worse was that it was the night before they were to leave for Christmas break and he knew he would not get any privacy to test and adjust to the new changes at the very crowded Headquarters.

His kingdom for a moment of peace and solitude at that place!

What must have been hours later, but still during the night, Harry woke up screaming and tearing at his throat with his clawed fingers. He wanted to get at whatever it was that was ripping it from the inside and burning it but no matter how much he tried, his pitifully and tired attempts only produced shallow scratched that though bleeding did not become deep enough to reach the source of the pain.

Panicked eyes turned this way and that hoping to see something that could aid him in soothing the pain. They settled on the crackling fire, the amber-hot coals from the long burning wood and for the third time that night he crawled across the room’s cold stone floor. Barely managing to hold himself kneeling before the crimson flames he shot his arms forward into them and scooped two fists full of the burning coals. His pain addled mind did not register that he was not burning from the open flames or the coals in his hands. He knew he could withstand the heat of boiling water but until this moment he had not been able to remain unharmed in flames not produced by his own body and even the two times he had set himself aflame and burned up had been extremely uncomfortable. But now, with his hands in the fire and holding the hot coals, it was as if something had finally click into place.

His throat still hurt something fierce though and in some kind of strange autopilot he started to shove fist full after fist full of burning coals into his mouth. He kept swallowing them down, as if they were the most delicious of delicacies. A hunger different than the one he experienced when his body demanded raw meat made its presence known in the pit of his stomach and he kept eating the coals unbothered by the heat.

They tasted like lightning and hickory. Like life and destruction. Death and renewal.

Fire tasted like power.

He could hardly get enough of it and in between one swallow and the other he moaned and thrilled a birdlike sound of contentment.

When he was full, he found that the tattered remains of his ripped clothes -which had been hanging off him in ribbons after his wings had suddenly ripped themselves out of him- had burned off of him and he stood on his feet in all his snake-bird glory, fully healed and with his silvery-green and emerald scales shining in the light of the fire. Harry touched his body from head to toes in exploration of himself, cataloguing any new additions for further exploration at a later time.

He found small crimson and black feathers hidden in his dark hair and merging seamlessly with his male basilisk crimson crest. Golden little scales adorned the inside of his thighs and were almost impossible to distinguish from his sun-kissed skin unless you used touch to find them. But the second biggest change of all came from his throat; something in it had changed, adding a second set of vocal cords which could produce the most melodious of notes.

‘Brilliant!’

Harry used a cleaning spell to freshen up himself and his pelts cleaning away the blood and a warming spell to make the pelts reach the perfect temperature, hoping to get some sleep before he had to return to the Tower. Then, with his large and deadly wings creating a canopy of color and safety around him, he took Egg out of his pouch and held it close to his chest as he fed it his magic.

And Harry sang.

He sang a phoenix song of magic and strength. A song of power, healing, and growth for his unhatched offspring. He felt Egg shake slightly in his grasp as if the little life inside could tell the meaning of the melody and grew stronger with its sounds. Egg was already quite large; large enough to accommodate the size he read a child should be when it was halfway through gestation. Soon, it would be big enough to accommodate the size of a newborn baby and not long after it reached that size, he was sure his boy or girl would finally hatch. He fed it more trickles of magic and watched it glow softly in emerald color brilliance. His Egg was truly beautiful, and it was all his. No one else would ever have a claim on it.

In Dumbledore’s office Fawkes matched the tune of hopes and wishes for a new phoenix’s egg. He sang along the song of rebirth only phoenixes know even as he wondered why there was a phoenix mother in the castle. He would not go to the female, she had already mated and laid eggs and a nesting female was very dangerous. But perhaps, after her nest is empty, he will seek her out and dance aflame for her in hopes of mating and a clutch of eggs of his own. He had not seen another phoenix much less a female in so long after all. It would be his secret, he would not tell his wizard, because if he did he knew the female would be captured and forced into a bond just as he was. Fawkes would not wish his captivity on any of his kind.

The morning they were to leave for Christmas break downed bright and early. He had barely slept and was in a sour mood, so it was no surprise that he got tired rather quickly of Ron’s complains about how it was twenty minutes to breakfast and Harry was still doing some last minute packing. Unlike Ron, Harry had way too much in his plate and he just didn’t have enough time to pack earlier nor did he feel like following Ron’s example of just taking five minutes to shove everything in his trunk regardless of if it was clean or dirty and ending up not known which was which and finding himself wearing something with questionable stains and smells.

No, he had enough of suffering questionable smells from having to put up with Ron’s presence that he did not want to wear them himself to make it worse on his poor sensitive sense of smell.

Idly he went over his plans to solve the Voldemort and MoM problem as well as Dumbledore. If all went well he would drop all of them like a bad habit and quietly disappear into the background and leave them all to destroy each other, reappearing only once the cost was clear and the dust of war had settled down.

‘Fuck all of them; I’m done with this shit anyways. The Wizarding World is really not worth it.”

He would keep his whereabouts secret and pay a pretty penny for a good Fidelius -in which he would be his own secret keeper thank you very much- done preferably by the goblins. Perhaps after all was set and done he will tell the twins the secret so they can visit and inform him of any happenings in case he needs to jump boat and book it out of Britain.

Maybe Draco and Theo too… and Hermione. Hermione was extremely useful and once he was gone she would be able to tell him what desperate questions Dumbledore asks her and be his link to the Black Library as well as research expert. Though that left the problem of the twins and Hermione not having his mark, he really wanted to secure their loyalty even though they had shown no signs of betrayal and had been more than willing to do what he asked of them, the twins going as far as swearing secrecy oaths to him. But he just wanted to make it so they could not unwittingly betray him, Dumbledore after all was very cunning and not above using potions if necessary. This was the man who somehow managed to turn Snape –who was so obviously Dark it was painful- so he did not want to risk it. He would have to remedy that if just for his own peace of mind. He was sure he could persuade them.

He would offer them sanctuary if things get terrible once he is gone and Voldemort comes out in the open and if/when he thinks is time to leave the country they decide they want to leave too he will take them with. They could separate after leaving Britain if needed but he needed the security of numbers while in the country. It would be advantageous to have more wands to protect Egg and buy him time to escape.

Harry finished his packing but left an assortment of books he wanted to get through out in the hopes Ron gives him some quiet time to read during the train ride or he gets a moment to himself at Headquarters. What to Expect When You Are Expecting, Encyclopedia of Magical Serpents: Anatomy, Breeding, and Harvesting, Magical Parenthood From Birth to School Letter, Protecting Your Children The Pureblood Way: Potions, Rites, and Rituals plus Household Spells and Charms - The Compendium, and All You Need to Know About Raising Magical Children Volumes I to V were charmed to look as an assortment of Goblin History and gardening books. All things no one in the house will be interested in reading about and thus will not pay attention to him reading. Except maybe Hermione, but he could pull her aside and just tell her he was preparing for what they discussed would happen this summer and she will let it be.

In the end Ron –the bastard- talked all the way to King’s Cross and Harry didn’t get to read a single sentence in any of his books. It was already shaping up to be an annoying Christmas Holliday and it had not even started yet.
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