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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 Chapter 28 - The Birthday Present

It was on the night of December 31^st that he had to finally pull his trump card and dosed everyone with sleeping draughts at different times of the late afternoon and early night. He had been planning this thing for months and there was no way in hell that the constant influx of people in the house was going to cock it up and have him push back his time-line. Harry, being the stickler for self-preservation that he secretly was, was keenly aware that if everyone felt sleepy at the same time a sleeping potion of some kind would be suspected. Hence, he had his elf dose everyone at different intervals that night. After all, it was the holidays and with so many people packed into a house for so long already, it made sense that toward the end of the holidays everyone was tired and ready to call it an early night.

He’d had time to hunt a couple of night before and used the rare alone time to test drive his new appendages. If he had loved the feeling of freedom and excitement he felt while on his broom, there was simply not a good enough word to describe the way he felt as he flew on his own volition, aided only by dark wings as they spread in a span of almost fifteen feet. It was unlike anything he had experienced before and felt so natural it was unbelievable that he had not been born to fly as the birds in the sky did from very early in their lives.

There was something so incredibly satisfying in flying with your body instead of with a stick of wood between your legs.

Armed with the knowledge stolen from Tonks, harry soared above the clouds, a notice me not cast by Fred (or George) shortly before they succumbed to sleep keeping him masked from any onlooker in case he happened to navigate a stretch of sky not covered by convenient clouds to hide his presence. Last thing he needed was the muggle media going nuts about some supposed angel traversing the night sky.

After long hours of flying without a stop, his destination loomed in the horizon like a pillar of misery as it rose in its island from the dark and stormy sea. The place was the poster child for dreary and depressing with more than a hint of madness inducing as a side dish.

He wondered how Sirius made it that long in it without losing himself completely.
‘Then again, who is to say Padfoot is all the way here now. He is still not the shiniest Sickle in the vault even after the almost two years out of this hell-hole.’

He landed in a patch of shadows behind a particularly large collection of boulders of to one side of the island, his bare feet sporting claws with a shiny opalescence to them. Harry could not even feeling the sharp edges of the many stones that made up the ground of Azkaban Island due to his thick hide-like skin protecting the soles of his feet. Dark dragon hide leader trousers clung to his body like a second skin yet still afforded mobility with the added benefit of being flame resistant. As his wings retracted into his body, they left in their wake cleverly disguised slits in his vest-like shirt. The Basilisk walked in silent steps avoiding the patrolling guards as he made purposeful strides into the prison fortress.

Eyes of trapped killing curse glowed sporadically in the light reflected from the torches as he went by, his face hidden behind a feathered mask depicting the features of a snake with a small birdlike beak and fangs set in a hiss. Tiny little silver scales interposed with small downy feathers in the bridge of the nose and the temples. It was a picture of both beauty and danger, which surprisingly had been a secret Christmas gift from the twins. It was made of bone and soft leather that molded to his skin as if it was part of his face and merged seamlessly with the color of his skin and the small scaled adorning his body. He did not even want to begin thinking how the twins know so well his skin tone to make such a thing without testing it against his skin to match it. The mouth opened and closed in tandem with his own; in a way that made it hard to distinguish where the mask ended and his real facial features began. Harry’s own fangs were displayed framed by the mask’s own giving him a terrifying double row of elongated and sharp teeth that could easily rip someone’s throat out.

The way it became soft and pliant as if it were real skin, even warm to the touch when it fit perfectly in his face in a way he could feel it as if it were part of him, it was as beautiful as it was horrifying. He looked like a nightmare come into existence.

‘Bet they didn’t think this thing would come in handy for something like this.’

They probably thought he would only use it for anonymity during some kind of mischief… which he guessed this could count as if one were inclined to stretch the meaning of the word just the right way.

Whatever, he had things to do.

A Dementor or two had caught him in the darkened hallways thinking he could be an easy pray and since he was an intruder they could just go ahead and partake in an unscheduled meal. That did not turn out as well as they had hoped as he just let they get as close as they needed to try to suck out his soul and gabbed them by the arm or neck and watched them burn without affecting him in the least.

Sirius had been right when he guessed that mantling animagus form and therefore the mind of an animal was what had bought the man so much time in the prison without losing his mind. Harry, not being entirely human and lately after having had Egg, was permanently mentally stucked between animal instinct and human reasoning and therefore not affected by the mind magics of the soul sucking fiends. He was so very glad his gamble regarding this particular issue had paid off, other ways he would have been feeling the effects of the Dementors as soon as he steeped a foot on the island and would not have been able to get close enough to burn the disgusting beings to a crisp.
By the time he had burned his fifth Dementor on his way up, the hive-minded beings had finally figured out that his decimation of their kind was actually not a fluke and tended to get the hell out of dodge when they came across him. This just made his journey a lot easier since he no longer had to stop to kill the damn thing barring his passage. It was ridiculous how easy this whole endeavor had turned out. The Aurors only manned the first three levels and the outside of the prison, and that was only three to five Aurors in a rotation patrol so once you got passed them it was all guarded by Dementors. Not having to worry about the Dark beings Harry was free to just breeze his way up to his destination. It was great to be well informed and knowing exactly where he needed to go since it afforded him not having to wander about looking for the person he was here for and instead just heading straight for them.

The maximum security level of the prison encompassed the top ten floors of the massive tower. The only thing making it “maximum security” consisted of a higher concentration of Dementors which got the fuck out of the floor Harry was currently in as soon as they saw him. He wondered what they thought of him, which if such things were indeed capable of rational though which even now was up for debate. Though their self preservation once they figured out they could not affect him and could be killed by him was steadily racking up points in the favor of the argument about their relative intelligence.

He wondered if they feared him and found himself almost aroused by the idea that they possibly did.

‘Hn, that’s new… and strange.’

Harry promptly shoved the thought into his “will think about later but probably not” mental box.

He finally reached his intended floor; the chill of the air at such heights as it traveled the drafty edifice did not bother him in the slightest. Briefly, he considered if just one would be enough or if he needed to send more, but quickly disabused himself of that thought. He would not make it even easier on the monster by sending even more, one was enough as it was especially considering whom it was he was sending.

The Dementors floated around at a considerable distance from him, curious as to what he was here to do but too weary of him to come any closer to see.

Basilisk Venom, Harry had found out, was a highly corrosive substance in its pure form and required a special type of glass with an specific set of protective spells to be able to contain it in vials or use in potions. Very few substances were immune to its corrosive nature, the rickety iron doors of Azkaban’s cells was not in any way one of these substances. Therefore, it was easy for him to spit a wad of venom at the lock of the door and watch it all melt with a small trail of smoke rising from it. What was left of the half-eaten door was just opened by a clawed hand like he was just taking a casual stroll through his home.

Honestly, practically the only things keeping the prisoners from breaking out was the lack of wands and/or methods to open the doors and the fact that the Dementors kept them weak. The handful of Aurors walking the perimeter of the lower floor and grounds at set patters that one could easily circumvent didn’t even count as security. For Harry, who did not have to worry about said things, it was just too easy to walk in and retrieve who he came for. It was just that easy.

Harry walked in, the pale light of the moon shone onto his face from the small and barred high window. She was huddled in a corner, probably trying to gather some warmth now that the Dementors were too far away to torment her, at least for the moment. He let his voice reach that sibilant tone it reached when he was more beast than human and drew her attention.

“Mrs. LeStrange, won’t you come to me? I could get you out of here, if you did me one small favor.”

She jumped at the sound of his voice, likely so lost on whatever passed for a thought in her head to even have heard him come in.

“Master?” She asked and Harry laughed at the audacity of the woman. He would let it go, the comparison with that beast, just this once, and just because his voice had sounded so snake like that she had probably mistook him.

“No, I am not your master, but I can send you to him. If you do what I ask.”

She watched him, crazed dark eyes trying to focus on his features in order to divine his purpose.

“Let me see your face, how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you are not here to trick me? Are you even real?”

“I assure you I am real and this is not a trick, however I will not show you my face. You have no need of that. You can trust me if you want, I however would be a fool to trust you so I don’t expect you to do so for me. The matter at hand remains the that you have two choices, you can come with me and do as I ask, this one small errand I want you to conduct, or you can stay here and rot for all I care. I’m sure there is someone else in this hole I can strike a bargain with.”

“What do you want?”

“What I want is rather simple. You will swear an oath to deliver a missive from me to your master and I will release you from here so you can find him and give it to him. That is all, not so complicated when you think about it.”

“Why? How do I even know he is truly alive?”

“You know he is alive, you’ve likely seen his darkened mark already and are just waiting for him to come for you. As to why, that is of no concern of yours.”

Harry was getting annoyed, Bellatrix LeStrange was way more lucid than he had hoped for, less easy to convince.

“True, I am waiting to be freed.” He noticed she did not corroborate his statement about the mark nor did she out right confirmed she is waiting for her master to come save her. Slytherin cunning if he’d ever seen it. “So why would it matter if I take your offer or not?”

“But would it not be much better to show him how capable you are by finding your way out on your own instead of waiting for him to come pick you up like a little girl at the end of lessons? Would he not comment your resourcefulness and dedication to come to his side, to stand next to him while he frees the rest of his followers? The week ones who could not make it to him on their own and had to be fetched like children?”

Her eyes widened with a manic gleam and her lips stretched in a feral way that impressed even him. He knew he had her then.

“The letter.” She demanded with a stretched hand as she wobbled her way to standing on unsteady legs.

“The oath first.” He countered.

Bellatrix looked at him with intense crazy eyes, measuring him, and then when she seemed to have found whatever her delusional mind was looking for recited the oath he handed her in a scrap of paper.

He took her arm then, and pulled her onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, he did not want to spend more time then necessary in this dreary place and the woman could barely walk on her own. She tried to protest but after he threatened to strangle her with his pointy claws prickling her neck she was silent and still although still reluctant. The trip out of the prison was made in more haste than the trip in. His steps silent even in his hast and with extra weight, though he almost got caught twice by a patrolling Auror. Behind the bolder, he set the woman down and she looked all around him to try to figure out how they would get across the water.

“Where is the boat?” She asked after she realized what would likely be their mode of transportation was not there.

“There isn’t one. You will take this broom,” He said pulling a broom from a pouch at his hip she had not seen before. “and you will fly to Malfoy manor, I am sure Lord Malfoy would know where your master is by now and will be able to point you in the right direction. You will fly above the clouds and not be seen. You will not stop anywhere for any reason.”

Harry tied her hands to the handle of the broom seeing as she was still weak and could lose her grip and tied a sealed roll of parchment to one of her wrists as if she was an owl. The notion tickled him silly with internal humor.

She nodded, wondering if he had a second broom to make his way across but did not find it in herself to care enough to ask. She wanted to get the hell out of the island so she could finally see her master and if she had to play owl to do so, she would. She was loyal enough to sacrifice her dignity in such a way.

“He will likely be suspicious of my letter and will interrogate you about what happened here before he even touches it. If he asks why you are there, why I chose you to deliver the letter tell him you are both a present and a peace offering. Tell him I will contact him soon to discuss terms of cease fire and neutrality but that there are more details are to be found in the letter. I will send a Goblin overseen contract with someone he trusts soon and we will meet at a neutral secure establishment to sign the contract if he finds it agreeable.”

She nodded her understanding and he tied a red bow around her wild mane of black hair. Making her look like a strange present.

“Tell him happy birthday.” He cackled maniacally in amusement over his peace offering/present.

If things went how he planned them, then he would effectively remove himself from one faction’s kill list and could comfortably disappear into the woodwork until whatever little game Voldemort and Dumbledore were playing was over and one of them came out on top. Though there was still not guarantee that even after the upcoming war was over that he would return as Harry Potter into the Wizarding World. But at least, if Voldemort won, he would not be looking for Harry which would give him an extra layer of anonymity. Later, he would sit down and think about a more concrete plan to put in place if Dumbledore miraculously won, because he knew that in such event the old man would not rest until he had Harry again.

Bellatrix was a black spec in the night sky when he finally took flight. By the time he made it to number twelve once more, the sun was starting to rice in the horizon and he only had enough time to nab some of the neighborhood dogs for a quick snack before having to go back in and lay down on his bed as if he had been there the whole time.
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