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Because We Are Snakes	By : Setsuna24 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 44504 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Because We Are Snakes Chapter 29 – The Realization

He had been sitting on the edge of the Astronomy Tower for quite a while. Singing… of all things. He liked to sing some times, sometimes to Egg but most of the times to clear his head and express his current mood. At present, he was contemplating what he would like to do to Snape since he had gotten another ‘appointment reminder’ for their ‘Remedial Potions’ meeting. How he hated the cursed little encounters, especially since he had been so used growing up to never showing how he was feeling about his treatment under the care of the Dursley’s that it was second nature for him to shove thoughts into his ‘Mental Boxes’. Thus, he didn’t take too long after Tom had suggested he needed to hide his existence from Dumbledore lest he be taken away and destroyed for Harry to sneak into the forbidden section and read up on the subject and transfer what he had always been doing into a more disciplined form. Under the careful tutelage of Tom Riddle during those blissful months together, Harry had advanced steadily in hiding his important thoughts while still projecting thoughts that would be expected of him and thus lulling Dumbledore into the false sense of security that what he saw in Harry’s head was all there was to the boy. Sometimes he wanted to rip out Snape’s throat and be done with it, the man irritated him beyond belief.

Her smell had lingered at the door for minutes not. The moment she had arrived, Harry knew she was there. She probably had been looking for him for a while to catch up on each other’s side of ‘The Plan’ since it was their first night back at Hogwarts and someone had conveniently dosed Ron with something. He gave credit to the twins but Hermione could be devious all on her own to be a likely candidate as well - ‘Hn, we spend way too much time dosing people lately… oh, well.’- and she had spent all the time from the train station and through dinner trying to get a moment alone with him just to be thwarted by Ron’s loud mouth and incessant demand to be the center of attention. So it wasn’t too farfetched that she would dose him with something just to shut him up.

He kept singing, knowing that she would wait until he was done.

“There's a whole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
and it goes by the name of London...
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo
turning beauty to filth and greed…
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and it's filled with people who are filled with shit,
And the vermin of the world inhabit it…
But not for long!
They all deserve to die.
Tell you why, tell you why
Because in all of the whole human race
There are two kinds of men and only two
There’s the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with their foot in the other one’s face
Look at me, look at you
No, we all deserve to die
Even you, even I
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us, death will be a relief
We all deserve to die.”

She had waited, as he knew she would, until he was done and interjected her opinion of his song choice as soon as she saw the opportunity.

“Really, Harry? Sweeny Todd? You must be in a Dark mood today.”

“Something like that, it actually makes me think of this backwards world we now live in. It got sold to us with promises of brilliance and wonder and turns out it’s just… ”

“Shit?” She said when his sentence drifted off.

“Hn, mostly, yes.” He said with a conspiratorial grin. “It’s not really any better than what we left behind, magic aside, anyways.”

“Not planning on lying down and going belly up any time soon though, are you?”

‘As if!’

“Gods no, I plan on not being the one with the foot on the face if you must know, don’t plan to die either for that matter. I’m thinking, at least making myself a third kind of man, one that just lets the other two duke it out and reaps the spoils.”

“Well, in that case, never mind.” She sighed in mock exhaustion. “As long as you don’t start cooking people and feeding them to others…”

He looked at her in the eyes with a blank look without saying anything either way.

“You know what, one way or the other I don’t want to know. As I said before, plausible deniability. Though I tell you now, I’m not eating anything you hand me in the foreseeable future. Just as precaution, mind you.”

He guffawed in amusement; sometimes Hermione was just too clever. Though he would not confirm nor deny a thing, it was safer that way.

They lapsed into companionable silence.

‘Bless Hermione and her ability to know when to stay silent long enough to allow me to think.’

He looked out towards the forest and took it in, the sights and sounds, and she addressed him again when he turned back to look at her indicating she had his attention once more.

“It’s dome,” She said. “My mom finished the transaction before New Years and it is untraceable by the idiots in the Wizarding World. Seeing as they don’t bother with tracking the families of muggleborns other than recording their parent’s names.”

“Under whose name is it?”

“My grandmother’s maiden name on my mom’s side. It’s located in Brighton, just right outside the marina like you wanted. There is a fisherman friend of my dad’s from his time at Eton, God only knows how he ended up a fisherman, but he has a nice sturdy boat. Good enough to take us across the channel if we need to leave Britain via the sea to secure anonymity.”

“Perfect, do you think you will be able to make the portkeys?”

“Not yet, I have to look more in dept into the Arithmancy and spells involved in relation to location coordinates and transport of living beings. It’s all very complex and so very exciting! I’m telling you Harry, the subject is brilliantly fascinating. So very easy to understand how it is that you need to know how to create them properly before you attempt traveling by them when it is the first time you’ve created it. A badly created portkey can splint you about as easily as a badly determined apparition. Once I figure it out, which I’m very optimistic will be before the end of term, we only have to select what we want to use as our password activated emergency portkey. It should be something we can keep with us at all time, jewelry maybe? But some that doesn’t call too much attention to themselves.”

“I got just the perfect thing Hermione.” He said pulling out a necklace of a winged basilisk wrapped around a citrine lightning bolt. “I know you would not betray me on your own Hermione. But with this, no one would be able to compel you to do so either. Only I can take it off so that gives you a bit of extra safety knowing your emergency portkey cant be taken from you and you can disillusion or notice-me-not it quite easily.”

“Why do I have a feeling there is more to it than that?”

“There is. The question is; will you trust me to still place it on you without knowing more?”

She did not think it twice, after how long she had stucked by him knowing that there were things he simply would not tell her, she would not back out now.

“Yes, I do.”

He was her best friend, her first friend, and she was with him until the end. With a determined nod she walked to sit next to him at the edge of the tower and gathered her hair at the top of her head so he could place the necklace around her neck.

‘Well, this was easier than I thought. I was sure she would ask more questions about what the necklace was and what spells were on it.’

“I have the address of the safe house in this paper for you.” She said handing him a piece of lined paper. “My parents are taking a sabbatical and travelling the world, or so their plane tickets say.”

“They are in Australia then?”

“No, they left yesterday on a boat with a friend of a friend of my dad’s fisherman friend from Brighton. They will be dropped off just pass the EAC and will dive all the way to shore in Sidney where an old acquaintance of my mom will pick them up and set them up in one of her properties. It has all been arranged.”

“Good, I will set up Headquarters soon and have both places under Fidelius by Gringotts with myself as the secret keeper. My meeting with the goblins is soon, it should all be done before the end of term on my end as well. Once we take our OWLs and pass the minimum requirement of three OWLs they can’t legally snap our wands or request we return to the school nor can they force us to since many small jobs only require OWLs as a requisite so some people who do not have enough money to pay Hogwarts’ tuition only go as far with their studies and join the work force right after. NEWTs are only required for higher, more important jobs, they just don’t tell you that here because they don’t want people dropping out of school left and right. All we will need to do is claim we are being home schooled when we send our letters informing Dumbledore that we are dropping off and have it signed by our guardians.”

“Is that why you wanted me to ask my parents to sign at the bottom of an empty sheet of parchment?! That’s where I’ll be writing my letter then, and since they would be gone you wanted me to have it on hand!”

“Precisely.”

“What about you then? Will your aunt’s signature be a problem considering what you are planning on doing this summer?”

“No, there should not be a problem, I will only need her signature until my other arrangements go through in the muggle system. By the time they send someone to try and convince Petunia the paperwork would have gone through and I would have had it filed at Gringotts and they would have sent a copy to the MoM. After that, there will be nothing they can do to force me to come back. I will slip right through their fingers and by the time they notice it, it will be too late.”

The enormity of what they had been planning for years finally dawned on Hermione now that they were so close to achieve it.

“We are really doing this then; we are leaving them all to drown.”

“Of course we are, this is a mess they created on their own and want to pawn off on us, myself especially. Or at least they will as soon as the Ministry realizes I was not lying and the nose-less bastard is truly back. Then, you’ll see them all calling me their savior and clamoring for me to save them as a sacrificial lamb while they hide behind me after having spent the last four and a half years unable to make their mind if I am the next coming of Merlin or a Dark Lord in training or just plain off the bin loony. Fuck that, let them swim or sink on their own, I know that if they try to latch onto me to save themselves while making me drown I will be punching them on the face until they let go and die. And you just know that they would likely put you in the front lines too Hermione, you are capable and strong magically but most of all you have no magical name or a long history of magical blood.”

“You are right Harry, they would just throw us under the bus to save themselves. We are just beating them to it to save ourselves before they have a chance to screw us up.”

“Glad you see it my way.”

“Well, you do make a valid argument.”

Hermione cleared her throat and looked at him seriously; he lifted his eyebrow in question.

“For what's the sound of the world out there?” She sang.

“What, Ms. Granger? What, Ms. Granger? What is that sound?” He answered in singsong with a smirk.

“Those crunching noises pervading the air?”

“Yes, Ms. Granger, yes, Ms. Granger. Yes, all around.”

“It's man devouring man, my dear
And then who are we to deny it in here?”

“These are desperate times
Ms. Granger and desperate measures are called for.
The history of the world, my sweet.”

“Oh, Ms. Granger, ooh, Ms. Granger. What does it tell?”

“Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat.”

They burst into fits of sadistic laughter, Hermione letting out a darker side of herself she kept well hidden under her prim and proper academic prima-donna persona. Sometimes, she rather enjoyed how her secret conversations with Harry took a turn to the macabre. It’s a dog eat dog world out there… and years ago they had already agreed not to become anyone’s food.

“It truly is a good thing life is not a musical, with how terrible out voices are it would be embarrassing to have to constantly burst into song.” He said with a chuckle as he stood up and walked out of the Astronomy Tower with Hermione at his side.

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On the afternoon of Tuesday January 4rth, Draco Malfoy found himself being pulled into another secret alcove. He was certain that by the end of the year he would know at least twenty of the very handy places if Potter kept pulling him into random ones.

“Take this letter,” Potter said. “and address it to your father. You will send it with Hedwig, she has been color-changed but knows to come to you as soon as you enter the Owlery. I need your father to deliver this for me but it will be too strange if I send him a letter and since my mail is monitored it would certainly be opened as soon as the wards alerting that I have sent out a letter catch it. So you will do this for me as it will not be suspicious to see you sending a letter to your father and I don’t trust the school owls not to make a quick stop at the Headmaster’s office when it come to letters sent by high profile students so you will make sure only Hedwig gets to transport the letter, she knows what to do if someone tries to take it that is not intended to.”

“Okay.” Was all he said… because really? What else could he answer when Potter had him practically by the balls and more literally, by the neck.

He sent the letter that same afternoon with Potter’s way too intelligent owl. As per Potter’s demand, he stayed in the owlery watching the bird fly away until it disappeared in the distance. Apparently, Potter always did this to make sure if his owl was shot down or compelled to deviate from his path at least he knows who is interested in his mail and can try to circumvent their monitoring. He was going to have to start doing this for his own owl too if what Potter implied about the Headmaster reading the mail of high profile students was true, which in all honestly Potter had no reason to lie. Especially under the circunstances.

So much food for thought.
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