Hiss of the Wild

Notice: These characters aren’t mine; they belong to JK Rowling. Spoilers and warnings are posted in the prologue.

Author’s note, answering comments, and questions from reviewers: First thing, I want everyone to remember is that I have only been writing for a short time, May 21 is when I started writing my first story. About the Pareseltongue, I did have a way to show when it was speaking, but FanFiction.Net apparently doesn’t read it. Sorry, I didn’t catch that before I posted it. I’m sorry to those who think this story is moving to fast or don’t like how I’m portraying Harry. I’m glad you are reading my stories, but I feel that after two chapters it’s a little soon to predict how the story will go. All the characters in my story will be OOC, and if you don’t like OOC stories, then you should skip mine. There will be explanations, eventually, on what happened between the ages of four and sixteen. The answer will be a combination of flashbacks, and Harry telling his life to Voldemort. There will be MPreg, eventually, also, unless I do something really funky, have Harry lay eggs like a snake does. Muses can be dangerous things.

Now, as to Harry’s not blaming himself for his family’s behavior, I took that straight from the book Matilda. In the book, there is a small girl who starts reading at age two, and goes to library all the time, reading grown-up books, her family is verbally abusive to her, constantly, but she never thinks its her fault, she realizes they are the idiots. I believe it has to do with the fact that they are super smart, and would have read the books at the library on abusive situations, this knowing it wasn’t their fault. If you’ve never read Matilda by Rohald Dahl, then I really suggest you do, because it is a wonderful book. But, if you’d rather watch than read, they did make a movie, that is a pretty accurate version, a few years ago. I can’t remember the actress who plays Matilda but Danny DeVito plays her father.

For this chapter, you have to remember that Harry has had very little contact with the wizarding world, over the past sixteen years. All he knows, is that he needs a mate, and the best option for a mate is Voldemort. This means there will be Dark!Harry, not sure if he’ll be evil or just dark. He will take Voldemort\'s views, on most issues. Between his relatives, plus the way his seen muggles treat the forest and the animals that live in it, there has been nothing to make Harry think muggles are good. Warning, I don’t like Dumbledore, so in most HP I write, there will be Dumbledore bashing. I didn’t intended for Harry to be a Super!Harry, but it sorta heading that way. I promise, I’ll explain everything eventually.

Lastly, I will be putting up a couple polls at my yahoo group dealing with this story. One of the questions will be, which canon characters should join Harry/Voldemort’s side. So, please take the time to go and vote. The link to my yahoo group is in my profile.


Sorry the author’s note was so long, but I felt I had to address the questions and comments made. Please enjoy this chapter.


Beta’d by the lovely Strife
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parseltongue


Chapter Two:

Harry PoV-

I wrap myself, tightly around my Tom’s neck, as he transports us to the attack site. I rest my head on his shoulder, and listen to him give directions, in the human language. While I can speak and understand it, I find the snake language so much more elegant. My adoptive family made sure, that even with all the time I spent in snake form, I never forgot how to act human. They knew that I was going to have to mate with a human someday, and wanted me prepared. I taste the air, but I don’t sense any birds. Besides the fact, I’ve never known a flock of phoenixes, to live in human house.

Tom, I thought you said we were attacking some phoenixes? This is not a place you will find phoenixes. I know, because I’ve hunted them, when other prey was low. I can take you where I last saw them, if you really want some phoenix.

I feel my Tom laugh softly, and reach up to stroke my chin.

I’m sorry, Sly. I did not explain myself properly. It is another group of wizards we are attacking, but they call themselves The Order of the Phoenix. Their leader has been trying to turn the whole wizarding world against me, since I was very young.

Interesting…

Whatever I was going to say next, was cut off by the sound of hexes and curses, being thrown all around. Tom started moving in toward the property. He had just made it to the front door, when a tall male, with red hair, approximately my age, stood in the doorway.

“Stay right where you, are evil creature! I will not let you into this house! You will die where you stand! You deserve to die for turning my brothers and sister evil! When I find them, I will also kill them, to put them out of their misery. You are sick, disgusting, animals! Prepare to die!” The male starts to draw his wand.

I look up at my Tom, wondering why he just does not kill the male before he could speak a word. After concentrating, I realize, my Tom, is amused by this male. I do not like that at all! My mate should not be amused by another, potential mate. While this male is stupid, I do sense a great deal of power in him. I must dispose of a threat to my mating, at once. Quickly, I strike, before either of them can raise a wand or speak. My fangs sink into the red head’s neck, and inject super-strong, fast-acting venom. My adoptive mother, thinks the fact I am wizard, is why I have such a deadly, fast-acting venom. Before his body even drops to the ground, I wrapped back around my Tom’s neck.

Sly, what did you just do?

I killed him, Tom. He was a threat to you.

I appreciate that Sly, but I really am able to handle myself.

I am sorry, Tom, I just don’t want to loose you, before we get a chance to talk.

He just nods, but I can sense confusion at the comment. I don’t believe I am going to be able to wait much longer, before revealing myself to him. Being around his scent is driving me wild, and I long to have a bundle of our offspring. Ever since I met my adopted family, I have longed for my own children. Before I met them, I didn’t believe a loving family or partner would every happen to me. I just believed those things happened in fairy tales, or television. And now, meeting my Tom, has just cemented the belief, that I really can have everything, a loving family and a loving spouse. I shake my head slightly, and refocus on the present. Tom is now inside the house, heading towards the library. From what I understand, this library is very important to my Tom, because there are a couple important spells, but he wouldn’t tell anyone what they are. I can sense how excited my Tom is, that things are going so well. He reaches the library without anyone else stopping him. They must all be outside fighting, and still have the naïve belief, that the wards are still protecting anything valuable in the house.

Tom, put me down on the floor. I want to check for anything hidden in places you might not be able to reach.

Alright be careful, because there might still be a few traps in place, using muggle means.

My Tom sets me down on the floor, while he goes around weaving a special net, that will transport all the books to his home. I slither around, checking for any magical signatures, that might suggest a hidden space. My Tom is so caught up in his work, that he doesn’t notice a secret passage open, and man with black hair sneak out of it, with a dragger raised for Tom’s heart. I’m not close enough to reach the man before he gets to Tom.

TOM, LOOK OUT!

Tom turns around, just as the dagger sinks into his chest, right where his heart is. My Tom, obviously never thought that these, supposedly, good guy wizards, would try a physical attack on him. And a cowardly one at that, because he was almost stuck in the back. I move as quickly as I can, and kill the man with my venom, even though it is too late to help my Tom from getting hurt. I have to types of venom, one that kills quick and painless, and one that kills slowly, with a great deal of agony. On this man, I use the painful venom. I want him to suffer, for hurting my Tom.

I am sorry that I won’t get a chance to get to know you better, Sly. I am sure we could have been great friends. I can’t believe those damn phoenixes actually beat me. They must have known their only chance was to kill me, before I got these books. There is a spell in here to make my mate and me immortal. Of course I would need to find my mate first, but I know he is out there somewhere. I even know how old he is right now. I knew the moment he was born. I regret that young man will go through life alone, or at least without his true love.

Tom starts to cough up blood, and more seeps around the wound. His body starts to jerk and twitch. In seconds my Tom is crying in pain, something I never wanted to see on my mate, nor something I ever want to see, again.

At least I am not dying alone, Sly. For people who claim to be…oh Merlin it hurts…to claim, to be the good…oh...guys, they use one of the most painful and deadly potions on that blade...

No, I won’t let this happen. Tom I won’t let you die!

Oh, little Sly, there is nothing you can do. I am sorry, but I am sure that Severus will take good care of you when I’m gone, even if he doesn’t understand you.

There is blood pooling around my Tom now. I was hoping one of his people would have sensed he was in trouble, and shown up, but I guess it is up to me. I refuse to allow my mate to die in front of me, simply because it would mess with my schedule of introduction. I concentrate, and quickly, I am changed into true human form, granted I’m naked, but at least I have a better chance to help my Tom.

Oh Sly, I think the end is very near, because I am seeing things. I just saw you change into the image of my mate, naked. Did I tell you, Sly, that I once had Severus make me a potion, so that I would know what my mate would look like, when he reached his wizard maturity.

Shh, save your strength, my Tom. You are not seeing things. I was afraid to meet you like this, and so, I decided to see how you were in my snake form. I hope you are not angry, but even if you are, that will have to wait. Right now, I must work on saving you. I just found you, and refuse to let you leave. Try to relax while I work. I can sense that my Tom wants to argue, but is losing his strength, and ability speak. He just nods weakly, and watches me. I quickly remove the dagger and sniff it, so that I know which poison was used. I set it aside, and place my hands over his wound, and close my eyes. Using my healing gifts, and magical sight, I can see the poison moving through him, and the damage it is doing.

My Tom, I know you are in pain, but I am afraid, that to heal you, I must cause you more pain. It will be alright if you cry or scream, I will not love you less for it.

He gives me a look, like I should be crazy, to think he can’t handle a little pain, even though it has already dragged a few tears and moans out of him. Closing my eyes, I focus on dragging all the poison back to the initial wound. It’s strange, most people always imagine poison as black, but this poison is a bright yellow. I can feel sweat, start to drip down my face, and sting my eyes, as I concentrate harder on moving the poison. Once the poison starts to reach the wound again, I draw it into the air, making a bubble. The more poison I draw out of my Tom, then the larger the bubble becomes. Although my focus is very much narrowed, I do hear my Tom, screaming in agony. I wish there was another way to save him, without hurting him, but time is of the essence. Finally, I have all the poison out of my Tom. The bubble is around a foot wide, and is an evil yellow. Maybe I just think the yellow is evil, because of the pain it is causing my Tom, and myself. After altering the poison, I send it into the nearest phoenix members. Let them feel what the poison they are using, is really like, but I made it so they won’t die from it. Of course, they may wish for death, to be rid of the pain. The poison won’t leave there systems, for at least twelve hours.

I hear a strange noise. and look up. to see all the library books vanish. My Tom must have finished the spell to transport the books to his place. I am glad of that. because I would have been unable to finish the spell once I have healed him. I will need that extra energy to get him home safely. My Tom has passed out finally. from the pain. and I believe that is for the best. Before I close the wound, I slice my wrist open, after making a fang appear. Raising my wrist over the open wound, I allow a fair about my blood to flow into my Tom. My adoptive family and I have never found out why, but my blood has incredible healing powers. I lick my wound closed, and lean down, repeating the action, to my Tom’s wound. Placing a hand on his forehead, and another on his stomach, I chant in elvish, to give my blood an extra healing boost. Within a couple of moments, my Tom looks healthy again. Actually, from what my senses tell me, Tom is actually healthier, than before the attack, thanks to my blood and spells.

I wave my hand, cleaning the blood off of Tom’s clothing and myself. Picking him up in my arms, is surprisingly easy, although I think I will fell better when it is him, holding me. I can sense that his men are transporting out of the area, which means we should go, before any of the other bird heads show. I should kill them all, but I don’t have much power left at the moment. I need to get my Tom home safely. Focusing on the home base, I transport us to Tom’s bedroom.

Once I reach there, I move quickly, to strip him of his battle clothing. While I may have removed the blood, there is still a large tear, of the knife going in. I lay his nude body on the bed, and cover him, to keep him from getting a chill. The weather has turned chilly and rainy, and this big mansion does not seem to keep the heat in very well. In fact, I am getting very cold. Best conserve our body heat. I climb into the bed, next to my Tom. Laying on my side, facing him, I wrap one arm around his waist. Slowly, I stroke the base of his spine, not sure why, but that is one of my favorite spots. After a few moments, I look up and notice that my Tom has his eyes open, and is staring at me.

Hello, My Tom. I don’t know if you remember, but I am Sly.

He opens his mouth to speak, but there is a knock on the door.
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End Chapter Two

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