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: A little more of Harry’s past will be revealed in this chapter. Due to all the requests, those that will be on Harry’s side are- Remus, Sirius(either alive or ghost not sure yet), Draco, Lucius, Bill W., Charlie W, Fred & George W, Luna(she’ll become their seer), Neville, Blaise. Also don’t forget that this will eventually become MPreg, with some gender bending/cross dressing.

Pairings: Voldemort/Harry, Severus/Lucius, Draco/Fred/George, Remus/Sirius, Neville/Charlie, Luna/Bill(odd pairing I know but it works), Blaise/???

Beta’d by the lovely Strife
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And when you looked into my eyes felt a sudden sense of urgency
Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery
And I think about you all the time
Is this fate is it my destiny
That I think about you all the time
I no longer pretend to have my hand on the wheel because

I feel the magic all around you
It’s bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I’ve got to be chained to you
I feel the magical building around you

I feel the magic all around you
It’s bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I’ve got to be chained to you

Tell me it’s madness
I barely know you
-Chained To You (edited a bit)
Written and Preformed by Daniel Jones and Darren Hayes
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parseltongue


Chapter Three

Severus opened the door, to his Lord’s bedroom. He was worried that his Lord did not arrive at the celebration party. And they had much to celebrate, because they had retrieved all of the books in the Black’s library; including the hidden library that the Order had never found. Plus, they let the Order know their ‘secret base’ wasn’t a secret after all. His Lord never missed a chance to celebrate with his followers and thus, Severus was worried. He hoped his Lord was in his bedroom, and that the Order had not somehow abducted him. As Severus walked into his Lord’s bedroom, his mouth dropped open. On the bed was an injured, naked Lord; but the shocking sight was next to him. There was a beautiful teenage boy, who was naked, and holding the Lord’s hand, while stroking the Lord’s forehead with his other hand.

“Who the hell are you? Where are your clothes? Where are my Lord’s clothes? Are you the one who injured him? You better have some good answers, before I just force a truth potion down your throat.” Severus growled out, while glaring at the teen.

“Severus, what are you yelling about? Why do you sound upset? I had the strangest dream.” Voldemort’s voice, was weak and scratchy. He slowly managed to seat up, and realized someone was holding his head and had been stroking his forehead gently, something he’d never had done. Voldemort followed the hand, up the arm, and to the face of the person, and let out a gasp. “It wasn’t a dream! Sly, is that really you?”

Severus had to sit down in the nearest chair, before he fell down, after hearing his Lord call the teen by the snake’s name. The teen looked to be around sixteen years old. He was pretty petite, being approximately five feet tall. His body was very toned, with lots of long muscles, typical of a dancer or swimmer, except his abs, which were a perfect 6-pack. The teen’s skin, was light cream color, probably from staying in snake form the majority of the time, so his skin didn’t get sun to tan. The boy had shiny, straight, dark brown hair, so dark, it is almost black, which hung past his buttocks. Dark, pink lips, kept drawing Voldemort’s eyes to them, as he wondered what the lips tasted like. Severus, was drawn to the boys intense vivid green eyes, they reminded him of something from his past, but he just couldn’t seem to remember what.

“Yes, my Tom, I am also known as your snake, Sly. However, this is my true form. I will answer all your questions, after, you have Severus fix you up. I can’t believe those stupid people tried to kill you. Well, at least two of them, will never try that mistake again.”

Severus snapped out of his shock, when he heard that someone had tried to kill his Lord. Severus quickly went to the bathroom, and retrieved the healing kit he kept in there, for cases like this. He then sat on the edge of the bed, keeping one eye on Sly, if that is his real name, while attending to his Lord. The first thing Severus did, was to cover Voldemort with a blanket, up to his waist, and placed a few more pillows, behind his head. This allowed Voldemort to sit up, without having to use any muscles to do it. Severus spread a special salve over the knife wound, and waved his wand over it, quickly, it faded into a thin, white scar.

“See, Sly, he’s working on me. Now, tell me why you came here in the form of a snake, when you are actually a teenage boy. What is your true name? Why did you save my life?” Voldemort tried to not show, how his body, was reacting to Sly’s naked body.

Severus finished healing his lord, but paused to give his Lord an energy potion. Severus figured, that Voldemort would be upset if he feel asleep, halfway through finding out the truth about Sly. Severus himself, was also eager to hear the answers to the questions already asked, and had a few more questions of his own. Severus was also trying to think of a suitable reward for saving his Lord’s life.

“My parents died when I was just a baby. I was given to my Mom’s sister to raise. Well, the woman was married, and already had a son, close to my age. She was always resentful that her sister had magic, because their parents were so proud of her for being a witch. Her husband wants nothing more to than to appear normal, and not freakish. Needless to say, they all resented the fact that I had magic, and would get furious when I would have bouts of uncontrolled magic. To make them feel better about this, they turned me into their servant, as soon as I was able to walk. I cooked, cleaned and did anything else they requested. If I didn’t complete, the usually impossible list of tasks, or if I made a mistake, I would get beaten. They claimed, it was teach me a lesson and to try get me to behave normal. I was feed every four days, as long as they felt I behaved. Luckily for me, I was able to often sneak food, while I was cooking. If they caught me, I would be severely punished, but even that little bit of food was worth the possible beating. Another reason they hated me, was because, on top of being magical, I was also child prodigy. I was able to read age two, and would go to the library when my aunt had her hair appointment, and later, when my cousin had boxing and karate lessons. I got bored quickly with the children`s section, and moved to the main part of the library. I found books on child abuse and domestic abuse, interesting and comforting, in a way. That’s how I found out that my relatives were wrong, I wasn’t the freak or the bad one, they were. They only referred to me as freak or boy, I only know my name because I found it written on the baby blanket I was wrapped in. My other favorite books, where those that had wizards or witches in them, I guess, maybe, I subconsciously knew I was a wizard. I learned so much in those books, that really came in handy later, when I was on my own, but I’m jumping ahead of myself. The only other thing I enjoyed as much as reading, was working in my aunt’s garden. Well, she called it her garden; winning the praise and awards for it, but I did all the work. I found it relaxing, plus I had fun talking to the snakes. They became my friends, since all the human ones were scared away by my relatives.

My cousin, Dudley is his name, was just spoiled rotten by his parents. He had two bedrooms, the second was just to hold old toys he didn’t want, or broken toys. I was forced to sleep in the small cupboard under the stairs. I had a old, beaten mattress, a flat pillow, and my baby blanket. In the winter, they would sometimes, give me a thin blanket, that didn’t do much to keep me warm. And while my cousin had tons of toys, I never had a single one. Even the stuffed animal I arrived with, was taken away and given to my cousin. But, I did eventually, use old clothing and the stuffing from broken, stuffed animals, to make my own stuffed bear and snake. To me, they were precious, because they helped keep the bad dreams away, but luckily, Dudley thought they were to ugly looking and let me keep them. My clothing was always Dudley’s old clothing, which was always ripped and way to big for me. While I was never allowed much food, my cousin was given nothing but food. The last I saw, he appeared to be the size of a small whale. I did learn at young age, to sew, which allowed me to tailor the clothes and make them look much better than when they were given to me. Of course, they would get angry when they saw what I did, but they knew there wasn’t anything they could do, since I couldn’t go around naked.

When I was four years old, my cousin had a huge birthday party in the backyard. There were clowns, face painting, muggle magic act, ponies, catered food and a giant cake, usually only seen at weddings. That cake had six different tiers, which is just not typical, for a five year old’s birthday cake. I was locked inside the house, but was made to watch the party. They said I needed to see how normal people celebrate birthdays. So as I was watching them cut the cake, I got hungry and wished I could have some of the cake. My magic reacted, and transported the cake into the house. When my realities found the cake inside, with me, they just lost it, and didn’t care who saw. I just remember them screaming and hitting me. They beat me unconscious, and broke numerous bones. That was the first time they discovered, my magic could heal my bones. At first, they were furious, but then they realized, it would allow them to really take out their aggressions on me. That’s how things carried on for a couple more months, until my Uncle got a promotion out of the country. I was excited, because I thought this meant I could finally put to use all the languages I had been learning, because I know seven different languages. However, I was in for a rude awakening. I mean I knew they didn’t care for me, but I never thought they would do what they did.

They decided they wanted to start over, without a freak coming with them. They knocked me out, and when I woke up, I found myself alone, in a forest. They had left me a suitcase, with my stuffed animals, a thin blanket, one outfit, and the cookbooks I had acquired. I was scared, until I ran into Hera. She said she’d raise me, but I was too big to fit into their den. I closed my eyes, and transformed into a snake. She had several other children, who have become my siblings. But, when I joined, we both knew that I would have to look to the humans for a mate. She had heard mention, that there was another who had the ability to speak with snakes.

Since then, we have learned what we could about you, Tom, and I have been working on becoming everything you will need in a mate. That is the main reason I am here, Tom. You are my mate, I can feel it, and I’m sure if you pay attention to your magic, you will be able to feel it too. I had to show up as Sly, to make sure you were just like you’ve been described. I had also been told, that you were very cautious with strangers, and I didn’t think I would be able to get to speak with you, if I was human. My real name is Harry Potter.”

As Harry pushed the hair out of his face, they both saw the lightening bolt scar. Severus and Voldemort looked at each other, in complete shock. Neither of them could speak a word, nor knew what should be said. Harry chewed on his lower lip, looking between the two men, nervously. He still hadn’t discovered why the wizarding the world reacted strangely to the name Harry Potter. He was hoping his mate wouldn’t be one of them, but it looked like his mate was affected by the name too, for some reason. Well then, maybe Severus or Tom could explain, what was so special about the name or the scar.

“Harry…”
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End Chapter Three