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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 – The Sacrifice
Harry could not sleep, it was only his second night at #12 and already he wanted to smother Ron with a pillow. The reason? The redhead’s snoring was driving him up the wall and he was very, very, twitchy these days… twitchy enough to want to smack someone who didn’t let him sleep when he was so very tired. He was so tired lately, at first he thought he was finally going to have a growth spurt and his body was working extra for it but as the summer ended and he had not gained a single inch he was sure that was not it, it pissed him off, and he was still getting very tired at the end of the day.

Which brought him back to his current reason of being pissed; Ron, and his drooling open mouth from which a noise alike to a horse getting fucked was currently coming out.
‘Shut the hell up!’

There was no way he could sleep with a noise like that. He wanted to use his magic and silence the outright sense offending noise but Mrs. Weasley in all her mother hen glory had taken everyone’s wand to ensure no underage magic was used as a sort of preventive response to Harry’s set up and subsequent trial.

‘As if that would help now.’

Yes, smothering was starting to look more and more like the right way to go… it was so tempting and he was seriously doubting why he put up with this shit… why he put up with Ronald at all. But alas, Azkaban did not sound like a five star resort so he would curve his impulses to murder and endure this torture as best as he could. After some strategical tossing and turning and head covering with pillows which did not aid to his quest for sleep at all, Harry gave up and sat up on his bed wondering if he should go bother Hermione in her clandestine visit to the Black library while everyone else slept.

He resolved to just stay sitting on the bed and do some thinking about his life choices and other things he had been analyzing about his life lately. Many of the things he thought about were more of a revisiting of previous revelations in the light of new events than anything else. After all, most of this stuff he had figured out the summer after second year but now he had two more years to add to his realizations. Back then, Harry had started wondering why shit always happened to him… and it had hit him like a freight train.

The biggest clue? The one that gave it all away? None other than dear old dim witted Hagrid. He has started thinking about the odd things that always got him into dangerous situations or led to big choises in his life. From the very first time he spoke to Hagrid, it had all been a set up. Why was he not in Slytherin? Hagrid. This had later on led up to Ron in the train speaking against the snake house which led back to the Wealeys in general.

He began to question his first meeting with the reheaded brood, a Pureblood family which hd already seen five of their children to Hogwarts and to the platform to take the Express was for some reason taking the muggle side entrance instead of the floo station or the apparition point or portkey like all other Purebloods as he had later found out was the norm. Mrs. Wesley had been asking loudly which platform it was they needed to go to and complaining for all to hear about how the muggle side of the station was completely overrun by muggles, it made no sence! And Harry wondered why it took him so long to realize it, to put the pieces together and see she had been baiting him specifically because their timing in appearing had been just too perfect and he did not believe it was a coincidence that Hagrid had forgotten to tell him how to enter the very same platform Mrs. Weasley had been so loudly looking for. He thought about the odd comments Hagrid was wont to make, “Flamel and Dumbledore’s business”, “Fluffy”, and many others.

Then he analyzed the tasks to recover the Stone, all of the challenges were too perfectly tailored to his, Ron, and Hermione’s strengths and skills. Even the mirror had been shown to him in preparation. Yes, he had been sure that summer after second year that it all had been a farce… a complete and thorough setup.
‘But… why?’
Then once again Hagrid was involved somehow in the chamber and in his way provided important information, though in a life threatening way. Hagrid was the weak link in the plan, Hagrid was the one who gave it all away; because Hagrid was terrible at keeping secrets even when they were secrets he was supposed to pretend he was not supposed to tell.

Harry started looking deeply into his life and even the farce with Sirius reeked of half giant and came down to Hagrid… who took Harry from Sirius and assured Sirius had been the culprit of James’ and Lily’s death, he was quick to give his word of blame to Dumbledore without hearing the reasons why Sirius thought their deaths was his fault. And the weak link, Hagrid, was a straight road with tons of neon signs leading and pointing to Dumbledore, who even as Chief of the Wizengamot had failed to secure a fair trial for Sirius even though Harry was sure he must have known Sirius was innocent, after all, Dumbledore himself had said that he had know James and Lily quite well and it stood to reason that he must have known their closest friends as well.

And even if he didn’t know Sirius as well as he had known James and was unsure of his innocence, why didn’t he use Veritaserum to know they whole story behind the betrayals or any plans he might have known of or the names of other Death Eaters? He certainly had had no qualms on using the truth potion on Barty so it had nothing to do with moral standing or anything of alike. He thought back about Ron and wondered what his part in all this truly was, was he aware of what was going on or was he an ignorant participator.

Sometimes he just didn’t know about Ron, which was one of the reasons he couldn’t come to trust him. Ron was a lazy idiot at his best and a bigoted, jealous, prick at his worst, constantly complaining, pissing and moaning about slimy snakes and how they are all dark and rotten. Always talking about how the sneaky snakes were the worst lot, Harry endured it but inside he could not help but feel that being sneaky was not such a bad thing. At the Dursley’s, being sneaky meant not being beaten for something as small as going to pee in the middle of the night, it often meant managing to secure some food while everyone else slept so he didn’t starve to death, it meant learning not to be seen and when to stick to the shadows to ensure survival.

He wished Ron would stop dissing and criticizing Harry’s most useful traits, the ones that often saved him and stop uplifting the fools bravery that often got him into trouble. When he met Ron, he had wanted so bad to fit in and be accepted that he pretended to be mediocre and as Griffindor as they come but perhaps it was time to slowly start to show the Slytherin in him? He wasn’t completely sure yet if he wanted to go along with this though, he wasn’t sure if it would be the best for his survival, and Harry was determined to survive being in the midst of the Light. Even in the beginning it had taken him only five minutes of listening to Hagrid’s bigoted ramblings about Slytherin while in Diagon to have a clear picture of the current sociopolitical state of the Wizarding World, two minutes with Ron in the train had cemented his previous observations.

The boy’s diatribe had placed the embers of doubt in him and even back then Harry had been snake enough to know that if he wanted to survive in a Light ruled world and not suffer the intolerance and hatred the Slytherins so obviously suffered, he could not be part of that house… regardless of what the hat said about he being great there… Granted, Malfoy too played a part in his decision to beg the hat to put him anywhere else. Malfoy reminded him too much of Dudley, all self entitled and a bully of the worst sort, he just couldn’t be near someone like that without reliving his abuse at his cousin’s hand. He remembered that suddenly, as he sat on the stool, his feelings upon reaching Hogwarts that urged him that he should reject Slytherin made more sense and he did not fight it. Although he did fight the need to set aside his Slytherin traits, he needed those to survive, and eventually the feelings of discouragement of that side of him caved under his will. He wondered if he was the first snake to be sneaky enough to realize that being in Slytherin was not as advantageous at it seemed.

One thing he knew for sure though, Ron would have a cow if he ever figured out that Harry, his supposed best friend, was more of a slimy sneak than all of Slytherin combined. His musings got interrupted by a hasty knock on the door and a bushy haired tornado entering the room, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him hastily in the direction of the library. By the time they got there he wanted to throw up all over Hermione’s orange fluffy cat slippers. They were hideous and deserved to die. Hermione cast a locking charm on the door and put up a silencing ward in the library, she had been the only one Mrs. Weasley had allowed to keep her wand because apparently Hermione was the only responsible child in the whole house.

‘Go figure.’

He waited for her to speak her reasoning for his sudden abduction from the warmth and comfort of his bed as she bounced on the spot in the middle of the library, excitement oozing from her very being. He waited. And waited. And waited. And just when he was about to snap at her she presented Harry with glorious progress. “I found it!” “Did you really?” He asked, because it had been a project of over two years and he really wanted to believe he was a step closer to the answers he was looking for.

“I think so… no, I’m sure I did Harry, I’m sure. It fits all the conditions. I found a reference in Knockturn Alley when I used the aging potion to check the books at Borgin and Burke. I bought a copy of every single book about blood magic I could get my hands on and in one of them I found a reference to Maxime Potens Sanguinem Ritualia, the most powerful blood rituals Harry! I looked and looked all summer but could not find the bloody book anywhere. So I went back to Borgin and Burke and inquired subtly about it. I found out that all copies of those books had been destroyed within the last two centuries, all expect two. One of them no one is really sure who owns it right now but the other one had been in possession of the Permene family who married into the Rosier who later married into the Avery and they married to the Blacks and get this, it was rumored Orion had given it to Walburga as an engagement present! It’s been here Harry, all this time the answer has been here! And it explains how your mom was able to get a hold of it too, because she must have been looking for a way to save you in the Black Family Library. It took me forever, and I looked everywhere, but eventually I found the book under a loose floorboard by the fireplace.”

Hermione had been talking a nonstop since he entered the library and all he wanted to do was to get his hands on that damn book and see for himself what his mother had done. She finally led him to the table where she opened the book to the right page and pointed to the part he would be most interested in, The Mater Sanguinem Ritualia, the Ritual of Sacrifice of Mother’s Blood.

The Mother’s Sacrifice Blood Ritual was as Dark as they came. It was a ritual to protect one’s child from a life threatening event – he supposed an Avada Kedavra to the head counted as such- and it was made in two parts. Both parts of the ritual didn’t have to take place on the same day but had to happen within a month from each other. The first was a preparation ritual Lily would have had to get naked under the full moon and cut a small incision over each of her breaths and her pubis invoking the magic within the mother’s blood and the combined ancestors of both father and mother of the child. Harry assumed lily did the weeks before going into hiding and was unsure if James knew due to the fact that the father’s participation wasn’t necessarily needed.

The second part of the ritual was rune circle made in silver ink and red chalk or brick dust in the most in the place the child would most likely face danger, which now it made sense to Harry why Lily had run to the nursery when James told her to run instead of a back door or some other way to get out. The runes must have been there, likely hidden under a carper or something. The ritual ended with the mother’s willing sacrifice at which point the protection took effect sealing it completely into place over the child by the spilling of the child’s blood, it had been a gamble of her that Voldemort would kill her first instead of Harry but in the end he guessed her gamble paid off. Harry lifted his face from the page and looked at Hermione, she was watching his every expression attentively and fidgeting on her feet as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to tell him something.

“What is it?”

She bit her lip, opened her mouth twice just to snap it closed again and then took a centering breath and simply said “There is something else you have to see.”

Suddenly he was filled with dread.

He watched her turn the book toward her, page though it to one of the last entries, and turn the book for him to see as she pointed at the right place. Genus Sanguinem Praesidium Ordiem, the Family Blood Protection Ward, it detailed a special kind of ward which needed the Ritual of Sacrifice of Mother’s Blood as a precursor to be able to be enacted.

This Ward however needed the child to be placed with caring family who once a year would use a needle to extract a drop of the child’s blood to power the protective ward. The implications were rather stomach turning. It meant that the wards on #4 had been powered not by those of his mother’s blood as Dumbledore had told him but by the spilling of his blood and since he didn’t remember a needle being involved at any point he came to the startling realization that the Wards recharged by the blood spilled by his family when they had beaten him bloody. It meant Dumbledore had known they would hate him enough to beat him until he bled.

Dumbledore had known this whole time how he was being treated since he went to live at the Dursley’s and did nothing about it even though the spilling of the blood with hateful intent corrupted the ancient blood magic and reduced the child to a weakened state while within the Ward. He was sure now Dumbledore's wanted him at the Dusley's because he wanted him weak. He still didn't know the end game behind that move. But he will, soon. Somehow he felt the answer lay in the reason why Voldemort always went after him instead of Dumbledore as if he had to kill Harry before moving on to the old man and following through with his plans... Whatever those were. He wished he could ask Voldemort without being murdered, because he sure as hell knew dumbledore certainly was not going to tell him.

"Bollocks!"

"I know Harry, I know."

Why did his life have to be so bloody complicated?
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