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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 Unexpected Birth

October had come and gone much the same as September, soon it would be the last day of the month and Harry was waiting for the other shoe to drop much like it had done every October since he had memory of the cursed day. Every October since entering the magical world had proven that this constant in Harry’s life was not going to change just because now there was magic and he was not at the Dursleys’, in fact it only seemed to make it worse. Then again, the yearly October 31^st fuckfest seemed to be less fucked up than his and Voldemort’s ‘Let’s try to kill each other’ end of the school year tradition. Still, when the night before the dreaded day came around Harry was understandably worried and twitchy at every sound.

The yearly disaster of October 31^st started rather early this year. Exactly at midnight Harry was woken up by what he thought was the single worst pain he had ever experienced in his fifteen years of life. It was worse than when Vernon had broken his at five, worse than when the same man pushed him in front of an oncoming bus at age six, worse than the aftermath of Harry Hunting and worse than all his Quidditch injury put together, Voldemort’s Crusiatus, and even worse than the pain he had been feeling for most of September and all of October.

He felt like his insides were being torn apart viciously.

Despite being sweaty and his skin feeling clammy and burning up, he had never felt this cold before.

The need to make it to his secret room was overwhelming and with weak legs and a shaking body he attempted to get out of bed only to fall onto the floor from his trembling legs that could not quite support his weight at the moment. Seamus stirred in his bed at the sound but turned around and went back to sleep almost immediately, Harry could not be more grateful.

‘Warm.’

‘Humid.’

‘Safe.’

‘Comfortable.’

‘Warm.’

‘Humid.’

‘Safe.’

‘Comfortable.’

‘Safe.’

‘Safe.’

‘Safe.’

The thoughts were spinning around in his head so fast it was making him dizzy. But he needed to gather his strength; he needed to go to the place that was safe and warm as well as humid and comfortable. He really needed to make it to that room even if he had no conscious idea why.

Right about this point awareness of his actions left him, Harry was moving on pure instinct.

He dragged himself on the floor until he reached the wall and once there used the wall to pull himself to standing position. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, carefully yet as fast as he could he made his way down the steps from the boy’s dorm to the common room. There was no one there except two redheaded shapes huddled up in a corner likely planning something that was not entirely safe for anyone involved. Harry, with his pain addled mind and his glazed over eyed did not even see them. His brain could not register anything aside of the need to get to the place that met all his requirements, he could have gone right past Snape and not given it a single thought if the man tried to stop him, he would have kept walking –or wobbling- right on.

“Up to some mischief mate?” One of them had asked upon spotting him.

He could not even hear the question over his internalized painful screams.

Two identical eyes looked at each other, on eyebrow rose, a head nodded in response. It was a silent conversation and as one entity they both rose from their seats to follow their friend. They had never seen Harry act this way and frankly the poor bloke seemed like he would fall over at any second, someone had to be there to catch him.

Harry continued making his way out and down the main stairway, down the entry hall, and down the dungeon corridors. As it turned out Snape was indeed out and about, thankfully before he had spotted Harry the twins had dragged him into a hidden alcove. They covered Harry’s mouth to keep him quiet even as the boy continued to fight his way out of their arms while Snape passed right in front of their hiding place. They realized then that Harry was not truly there at the moment, he was moving as if on autopilot and apparently there was a place he really needed to get to.

Unsure of whether they should really let Harry go to wherever he thought he needed to be, the twins held on to him tightly, right until the moment the green eyes turned yellow and scales formed on his face. It might even had had something to do with the fact that Harry now sported fangs and Fred had nearly been bitten on his forearm had he not removed his arm fast enough.

“Thank Merlin for Quidditch reflexes Gred.”

“Right you are Forge.”

“What do we do?”

“Follow him and if we think he is in danger we stun him and drag him back to the tower?”

A nod of response.

It seemed they were just going to be bystanders to Harry’s odd behavior for now.

So they followed Harry into a Professor suite they had been in before, had used for one of their experiments at some point, but had not been in for years now. The place looked completely different from what they remembered and was adorned with rugs, sheets, chairs and a couple other things they recalled had disappeared from Griffindor Tower sometime within the last two months. Why on Earth Harry would take those things and make himself a bedroom –without a proper bed no less- in the dungeons was beyond them.

Harry didn’t go into the bedroom; he went into the bathroom and bean undressing.

It was then that the twins realized the legs of their friend’s grey pajama pants were no longer grey, they were red. Blood red to be precise and it would have left a trail of blood leading from the tower to the hidden rooms had they taken any more time to get here. Their minds were filled with panic and urgency, Harry was hurt but they could not see where he was bleeding from nor what was causing it and through the whole ordeal Harry had not said a single word and his eyes were glassed over as if he was under the imperious. But Harry could throw off the imperious so that was not it… Hopefully.

Then what? What was going on?

Harry was almost naked now, bending over to pull his underwear off, and that’s when they saw the general area the bleeding was coming from.

Their first thought was that someone in the dorms had badly raped Harry and hurt him in such a way that they –whoever it was- had severely torn their friend and Harry was in such a state of shock that he could not even register he was not in the tower anymore nor was he alone. They would have to talk to Harry once he came back to his senses and beat the daylights out of the bastard who had used their friend so badly. Harry had enough pain and misery in his life without having to add this development to his already overfilled plate.

With grim determination they looked at Harry and then at each other, they would protect their friend and secret benefactor, against anyone and under any cost.

Harry stepped out of his soaked underwear and into the porcelain tub, he opened the hot water tap and let the tub fill. Steam rose out of the scalding hot water and the twins realized that Harry had not turned the cold water tap to make the water temperature comfortable.

‘He will burn himself like this.’ They thought and as one moved forward to try and change the water temperature before the water level reached Harry.

They were stopped by the most content sigh of relief they had ever heard. It was the first noise Harry had made since they saw him using the walls to help himself make his way out of the common room.

They were completely confused as the tub filled with sweltering hot water and Harry, instead of screaming his lungs out in pain at the heat, seemed soothed by it. They touched the water just to test the temperature and immediately pulled their fingers away, how could Harry stand such temperature without his skin burning and blistering?

Awareness seemed to begin to slowly fill Harry’s eyes as the glassiness slowly left them, they didn’t know if this was a good or a bad thing.

Harry looked at them and was momentarily shocked at their presence once he realized where he was. The pain was ebbing and flowing like the ocean tides, making his thoughts incoherent every time it came back. He had no idea what to tell the Weasley twins and the blatant concern in their faces was making him really uncomfortable.

‘What are they thinking?’ He wondered idly during one of his lucid moments.

He got his answer not long after.

“Harry” “Who did this to you?” “Is someone in the dorms abusing you?” “Is that why you disappear every night? “We can help you stop this person Harry.” “Just tell us who it is and we will keep you safe.”

‘WHAT!’

“What on Merlin’s saggy balls makes you think someone is raping me?”

“We saw it Harry.” One said blushing furiously. “You are bleeding from… there.” The other said also blushing furiously that strange Weasley red all Weasley seemed to reach when blushing, as if their faces wanted to compete with the red of their hair.

“Wait, WHAT?!” He was utterly confused; no one had touched him, at least not since the graveyard. “No one is raping me!.”

“Look mate.” “The water.” ““It’s red.””

He looked down and was horrified to find that indeed the water was red and getting steadily darker.

“I don’t understand.” It was all he was able to say before the pain assaulted him again.

This time however the pain had been laced with something else, pleasure, and it came so suddenly and so strongly that it too was in its own way just as painful as the tightening of his muscles and the ripping sensation from inside his body. He screamed lo loud it tore at his vocal cords and he coughed blood onto the shoulder of whichever twin was the one who held him when his body started convulsing as he shook violently.

The pleasure was almost more overwhelming than the pain, he felt like it would not end unless he did something about it and for some reason he knew that jerking off was not what he needed to end his suffering, he needed something… more. And then it hit him, what he would have to do, and he was both terrified and ashamed not only because he was not alone in the room but because of what it might mean about him. If he had to do this to get some reprieve, he didn’t want anyone to see, much less the twins who he actually tolerated and even cared about –as much as he was truly able to care about anyone seeing as he was a very damaged person- they knew some of his secrets and he counted them as among his very short list of ‘inner circle’.

He didn’t want them to see, he truly didn’t, but when he begged them to leave the bathroom they refused saying that they could not leave him alone seeing as he didn’t want them to go get help. They wanted to be there for him in case something happened, they didn’t want to leave his side. Something swelled up in his chest making it tight and uncomfortable at their statements but Harry attributed it to the pain already ravaging his mind and body, he would not think about their words or what they might mean right now, he would shove them into that box in his head labeled ‘things I don’t want to ponder or deal with at the moment’ where they were in the dubious company of such events as his thoughts on Tom, the night of the Third Task, and many other thing he kept secret from everyone else.

“Please, I need… I have to… I can’t stop myself… I don’t want you to see.” He begged once more in between pants and creams and gasps for breath while blood from is torn vocal cords still trickled down his chin every time he spoke as it caused to cough uncontrollably.

“Do what you have to do Harry.” “We are not going to judge you.” “And if it’s within out power.” “We will help.”

It was hard to give up his conditioning and trust them with something like this, but they sounded so sincere and worried that Harry resolved to do what he felt he had to, to aid in the easing of his pain.

Kneeling as he was in the hot water, his head resting on the shoulder of who he assumed was George as the older boy held his trembling body; he reached his right hand back and with a hopeless and soul rearing whimper began to gingerly press one finger inside himself.

Fred was about to ask Harry something, perhaps what he was doing or why, but George caught his eyes with his own and shook his head in a negative indicating he should say nothing about it. Fred nodded and patted Harry’s head soothingly as the dark haired boy cried in pain on his brother’s shoulder.

By the time Harry had managed three fingers the pain had eased somewhat yet he was so exhausted he could barely move his hand though he knew it was still not enough. He could feel it, the need for more, but he could barely move at this point. He didn’t know what to do when his strength left him and his arm fell limply to the side. He began to cry louder again as the pain began to increase once more, Fred and George were panicking not knowing what to do.

“Harry, what do you need?” “How can we help you?”

He cried once more in response, not only because of the pain but in despair because of what he knew he would have to ask of them, -somehow- he knew he was not meant to do this alone, couldn’t do it alone… even though he still had no idea what it was he was supposed to be doing or why.

“I… need… more.”

““More what?”” The twins asked in unison.

“I can’t… on my own… my… arms… tired.”

“Your arms?” “That do you mean.” They asked but it did not take them long to figure it out once they recalled what Harry had been doing right in front of them a short time ago.

That determination set upon their faces again and they both nodded in reaffirmation of their mutual resolve. They would do this, for Harry.

“George, hold him tight to you. I… I will do this.”

“Are you sure Fred?”

“Yes. He needs it.”

So George held Harry tightly to himself, petting Harry’s sweaty hair and humming in his ear a soothing tone Harry could barely register. At the same time, Fred climbed into the cooled water in the tub behind Harry and setting his right arm on Harry’s shoulder leaned onto the boy’s back as his left hand reached down and he began to carefully finger his brother’s best friend.

He didn’t want to hurt Harry so only got two fingers in and had a steady pumping rhythm going when Harry’s broken voice croaked “More.” He added a third then a fourth finger upon Harry’s request then whet deeper when the boy asked. Fred felt it then, something deep inside Harry touched the tips of his fingers and Harry screamed upon feeling it move “That’s it!”

Startled, Fred thought he meant that he was done and didn’t need more and pulled his fingers out only for Harry to ask him not to stop, because that was it, what was causing his pain… and he needed it out.

Fred was determined now to see this through, so he carefully pushed his fingers in again until he felt that solid mass inside Harry with the pads of his fingers once more. It had moved further down he realized and he spread his fingers inside Harry’s trembling body to ease its –whatever IT was- way down and hopefully out.

“Yes! That’s it, Fred, that’s what I need.” Harry croak-shouted as his back bent at an impossible angle and his face turned upward as he screamed at the ceiling.

Fred kept going, more assured now that this was the right course of action. The water was an even darker red by then but no one was paying any attention to it given the circumstances. Harry begged and screamed and thrashed wildly in their arms and all the while IT moved further down.

There was a small poke at Fred’s chest, slowly it was becoming more noticeable, and he leaned away from resting his chest of Harry’s back to see what it was. That’s when he saw the spiked dorsal and caudal fins protruding from the dark haired boy’s back along his spine. He saw the line of red poking between Harry’s dark hair and whispered “George.” in a gasp of surprise.

George had looked down when he felt Fred move away from Harry, he had been whispering things to keep Harry calmed and had been looking at the far wall behind Fred, but now he saw what had surprised his brother and was sporting the same worried and confused expression as his twin. It did not deter either of them from doing what they could to help the smaller boy in their arms.

“Finally!” Fred said when IT came out.

A blob of fleshy red membrane with blood veins throughout it surrounded an oval shaped object, one of its sides extended outward like a tendril that looked torn and bloodier that the rest. That tendril must have been attached to Harry’s insides Fred realized, and when it tore it must have cause the bleeding, it must have been keeping whatever was inside the sack like membrane inside Harry for Morgana knows how long.

“What… is… it?” Harry asked, using what was left of his energy to try and turn around –with George’s help- and see for himself the cause of all the pain he had just gone through.

“I don’t know.” Fred said, puzzled at the thing floating in the red water.

He opened the tap again and washed most of the blood off it, leaving an almost transparent pink colored membrane around the oval like thing. They looked closer at it and through the membrane could see what looked like a bunch of superimposed scales. They were even more confused.

“Maybe we should get it out of the sack?” George offered and they both looked at Harry for confirmation, Harry nodded his consent.

Gingerly, Fred tore the fleshy sack and pulled out the last thing he could have ever guessed.
It was the size of a grapefruit –maybe a bit bigger- made out completely of soft scales and they were of a clear milky green, almost translucent. In the light they could see its inside because the scales had yet to harden by being exposed to the outside air for a fair amount of time.

Inside they could make out a shape; it looked like a tadpole to George, a head and a main body that ended in what looked like a tail with a small fin at the end. Much like Harry it too had that small little plume poking at its head and a dorsal fin. The only thing that made it look remotely human were the vague human shaped face and the arms which curled protectively over its chest. It looked as if it was sucking on a thumb too as it floated in there, connected to a blotch of tissue to the inside of the edge of the shell by a thin umbilical cord protruding from the general direction of what they supposed was its belly.

It shook for a moment and curled up further onto itself and the cool air of the dungeon room did what exposure to air does to all recently laid eggs and hardened the scaled shell until it darkened to a brilliant emerald green.

So fascinated had the twins been with the fact that their friend and secret investor had just literally laid an egg that they failed to realize Harry was not only extremely cold and unmoving but that he was no longer breathing.

They forgot there was so much blood in the water and where it had continued to come from.

The horror that filled them upon realization was something that they would rather not feel ever again.

Harry had bled out into the tub.

Harry Potter had just died.
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