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Finally back in the writing business!

Prince of Snakes

Chapter One


The Slytherin palace was a dark and beautiful place. Which would be no problem if you liked things dark and beautiful, it would be the same beauty people would see in stalagmite and stalacites in a dark damp cave, the Slytherin Palace is mistaken to be evil from the darkness at a first glance but if you looked closer you could see emeralds glistening from the rims of the palace. A hidden beauty.

The Slytherin palace towers over the city of Occultus, the city lives in peace because they rarely see the Slytherin bloodline anymore infact for six years, instead there are rumours that the castle is either haunted or deserted and the city was happily run by Cornelious Fudge.

Inside the palace a conversation took place, a very loud conversation.

"Father enough of your grieving, its been six years! Mother wouldn't have wanted you to grieve for this long would she?"

Young Draco Malfoy was the heir to the Slytherin throne, he was in the libary with his father, his father with his back to him in the dusty armchair. Draco had spent six years of his young life locked away in his own castle, because six years ago his mother had died of childbirth both his mother and his sibling had died that day.

Lucius took a swig of whiskey in his wine glass.

"What would you know! Have you've ever been in love Draco?" Lucius got up from his chair and faced his son with his cold steel eyes.

"You're just a child, you have no idea what its like to lose your soulmate!"

Draco didn't know what to say, he stood there speechless as his father continued his drunken rant.

"She was everything to me! WE WERE ALWAYS GOING TO BE TOGETHER! SHE'S DEAD AND WHAT DID SHE LEAVE BEHIND? A USELESS SON LIKE YOU!"

Lucius smashed his wine glass, breathing heavily from his rant.

That truly stung Draco, didn't he realize he was hurting just as much as he was?

Lucius stood there waiting for an answer, when Draco realized this he looked at his father and said, "No I've never been love...I may have never experienced that feeling..."

Lucius started to look smug until Draco continued talking.

"But I do know a two things..."

"And what's that?" spat Lucius.

"One: My mother wouldn't have wanted you to live you life like your living now,"

Lucius snorted at his son's comment.

"And two: I didn't just lose my mother and sibling that day," Draco started to walk away from his father and turned his head towards him when he reached the door.

"I lost my father too,"

Draco walked out wanting to leave his prison that was called his home.

Lucius heart sank at this, he turned to the whiskey bottle for his comfort, picked up his armchair facing the window and drank.

He pushed the guilt to one side and decided it was Draco who was wrong. His son will come back grovelling and then he will see who is wrong.


Down in Occultus, there was a family of three living in a fairly large mansion called Grimmuald Palace, there lived the noble Sirius Black his mate, Remus Lupin and his godson Harry Potter.

Sirius walked past the portraits of his family.

"Harry?"

Sirius found Remus in the living room.

"Remus where's Harry?" asked Sirius.

"Harry? I'm not sure...last time I saw him he was in the gardens but..."

Sirius ran to the gardens like his life depended on it.

"Harry? Harry!"

"Umm Sirius," a voice spoke gaining Sirius's attention, Sirius pinpointed the voice to the tree next to him and there he saw his godson sitting on the tree.

Sirius looked embarrassed at his own overreaction.

"Don't do that to me Harry!"

"What? I'm not even allowed go to gardens anymore?" argued Harry jumping down from the tree.

"Don't speak to me like that Harry James Potter!"

"You were the one who overeacted for the third time this month!"

"I do not overeact Harry...I just worry..."

"Whatever..." Harry began to walk away until Sirius grabbed him by the arm.

"Where are you going now?" growled Sirius.

"To my room! Seems like the only place where you aren't breathing down my neck!"

Harry ran up to his room, leaving a fuming Sirius behind.

Remus went up to Sirius.

"Sirius...Harry's a teenager he needs some space, like you do sometimes,"

"But why can't he see that I'm doing it for his own good? He has to stay in the Grimmulad Palace at all times, for his own god damned safety!"

Sirius stormed off in a rage, leaving behind a sad looking Remus.

Sirius can be so hard to talk to sometimes.


Draco packed his things away in his bag, what his father said was the last straw! He wanted to be free damn it!

"Master?" asked a timid voice from behind him.

"Dobby I am leaving Slytherin Palace inform my father once I'm gone,"

"Wait master! I have something for you,"

Draco raised an eyebrow, Dobby was never this lively before.

Dobby came back and handed Draco a very heavy book.

"Mistress Narcissa wanted me to give this you, if you've ever wanted to leave Slytherin Palace,"

Draco opened the book and a piece of parchment fell out.

To my darling son,

if Dobby's given this to you that means I'm no longer alive and you want to leave home. Leaving home isn't a bad thing it's just the reason for it that concerns me.

I know your father may be unemotional if I die

'Got that right!'

But please understand that, its just his way with dealing with pain. He doesn't know how to express it.

Anyway this book has been handed down in the Malfoy family (I stole it from your father) this will allow you to be as powerful as Salazar Slytherin himself.

Your mother, Narissa.

XXX

Draco felt tears sting his eyes as he opened the book.

"Summoning of the snakes spell, voco serpentes!"

A sum of hissing sounds could be heard on the ground, the floor was covered with snakes and some wrapped around Draco's legs to appreciate their new master.

One of the snakes laid against one of the spells in the book indicating Draco should read it.

"To speak parseltongue, sermo serpentes!"

The hissing of the snakes suddenly turned to voices, all of the rejoicing for their master.

Draco laughed as he felt power of Salazar run through his vains, all Dobby could do is watch feeling helpless.


Harry felt his blood boil, he had enough. It was like he was a prisoner in his own home, in fact his house hadn't felt like a home in years, maybe when they were a family but ever since the incident with his blood born family, his godfather was constantly breathing down his neck!

Afterall if Sirius doubted him so much, he'll might have to confirm his doubts.

Harry began to pack his things away. He'll show them.

Harry Potter was not helpless.

He left a note on his bed and left the room with a single glance.

Grimmulad Palace was no home.


Draco was dressed in a emerald green silk cloak, feeling finally free and powerful. The street was full of people and yet passed Draco by without a second glance. In Occultus no one remembered the ones who used to rule them.

A albino snake slithered onto Draco's shoulder and whispered into his master's ear.

"What is wrong master?"

"Nothing is wrong my pet. I am happy, I am free."

"And yet you seem sad master, why?"

"My people do not remember me, or their true rulers, they think we have died. And that makes me feel disappointed,"

Draco noticed how dirty and ragged all the peasants were, when his father ruled all the people were happy, proud and hardly any misery but now everything seemed dulled and battered down like a dark cloud desended over the city.

Draco tapped the nearest person next to him.

"Excuse me sir, but I have to ask, why is everyone so miserable?"

"Tch. Everyone is unhappy since that man claimed himself ruler!" growled the man unpleasantly spitting on the ground at the end of his sentence. Draco made a grim look on his face as the man continued his story.

"I suppose someone had to take control, since the King bless his soul locked himself in his castle...unfortunely the wrong person's taken control..."

"How so?" Draco asked quitely.

"Well since that Corny Fudge taken control, Gryffindor's king has taken advantage, and that stupid idiot of a ruler, allows those Gryffindors to tax us! As well as himself! We barely have enough food to feed ourselves! And still, still they get they're soliders to steal from us!"

The man breathed in heavily after his rant then he sighed.

"I'm sorry...but it's been hard these last six years, too long and too hard."

Draco put his hand on the man's shoulder.

"I understand. And I promise you I'll return Slytherin to its glory,"

"What do you mean by that lad?" ask the man eyeing Draco supsiously.

"Where's Fudge's home?" Draco said changing the subject.

"...Not too far away from here...just down the street..."

"Thank you,"


Harry walked down the street feeling happy and free until a thought dawned on his mind.

Where was he going to stay now?

He stopped at an Inn called Silver Snakes.

Although inside was dirty, dusty and had a strange odour that smelled oddly of rotting fish.

"Excuse me, may I rent a room here?" Harry asked.

"Do I know ya? You look fimilar..." asked the man.

"I don't...think so..." Harry said looking confused.

"You've got permmisson?" the man grinned showing off his yellow teeth.

"Permisson?"

"The law says, you gotta get permisson from Fudge or buy a house or on the streets. Though buying houses are almost impossible!" chuckled the man.

"Well I guess I'll have to see him then," Harry nodded and walked out.

"Good luck boy, you'll need it," the man laughed loudly.


Lucius started to get irritated, where is that brat?

It's been three hours and he still hasn't come to him to grovell!

"DOBBY!" roared Lucius.

There was a crack, and Dobby meekly stood beside his master.

"Yes master?" Dobby asked

"Fetch my son from his room, about time that brat learns some manners,"

"I- I can't master..."

"Why not?" growled Lucius as he spun around facing his servant.

"B-b-because he's gone,"

"GONE? GONE WHERE?" Lucius roughly grabbed Dobby by the front of his pillow case.

"ANSWER ME!"

"H-h-he didn't say sir," mumbled Dobby.

Lucius dropped Dobby to the floor.

"I'm dissapointed in you Dobby, however it's no worry, Draco wouldn't survive out there on his own. He'll be back,"


Remus knocked softly on Harry's door.

"Harry, open up it's Remus,"

Hearing no answer he knocked again.

"Harry?"

Remus went inside Harry's dark empty room, the first thing he noticed was how clean his room was, usually his room was quite messy so this pleased Remus at first.

Then Remus took another glance around then he realized the room was empty not a single thing was out, this worried him.

He approached the bed ready to shake Harry to wake up.

"Harry what happened to your-"

The was was empty.

"HARRY!"

"Remus what's wrong?" Sirius asked running into the room.

"Harry...he's gone..."

"Gone? What do you mean..."

Sirius spotted a piece of parchment on the floor.

Dear Sirius and Remus,

I've decided to move on with my life and get a place for myself. I love you both dearly but I can't keep living in the past anymore. I've tried to tell you so many times but you won't listen to me. You don't listen and hear what I have to say.

I promise I'll keep in touch and I'll tell you where I'm living at when I feel the time is right. Love you,

Harry.

Sirius ripped the letter to shreds in a rage.

"HOW COULD HE DO THIS! HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO US!"

Remus scowled when he heard his mate's words until Sirius began sobbing curled up on the floor.

"The very thing...I've feared most has happened..." sobbed Sirius.

Remus put his arms around him in comfort.

"Shh...don't you worry, he'll come back..." Remus said in a soothing voice.

Both parents just hoped, prayed that their adopted son was safe and that wherever he was in the rain he at least had shelter.


The rain poured down Harry's face as he looked up at the huge building, it was made of white pristine marble and could be seen miles away.

Harry began to feel nervousness down in the pit of his stomach as he climbed up the miles of steps towards the Leader's home.

He walked inside the large entrance hall, straight down the hall from Harry's view was a receptionist that looked fairly bored as a man tried to talk to her.

"I've lost my home! You've got to help me get another one!" begged the man.

"The leader has stated those with a black mark on their file are not allowed to be rehomed,"

"But it wasn't my fault that Fudge decided to take away my house!"

"It was your fault however that you decided to run a protest against Fudge, so you losing your house is you problem now," yawned the receptionist beckoning the security trolls foward with her hand.

The security troll grunted as he grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck and dragged him on the floor.

Harry gulped as the receptionist yelled "Next!"

"Urm, I would like to find somewhere to live please,"

"Wait a second as we check your file," replied the receptionist flicking her fingers and a white feather appeared above the file after a few minutes the feather turned black and slid inside the folder.

"There seems to be a slight issue Mr. Potter," stated the receptionist opening the file to the page where the feather was in.

"And what problem is that?" asked Harry.

"That you immigrated here when you were eight, you haven't lived here long enough to be granted your own propety and home."

"What? I've been here for eight years!"

"And need to be here for twenty, you can always come back in another twelve years," the receptionist smirked.

Harry walked away annoyed, where was he going to live now?

He stormed down the steps but he was so angry he didn't look where he was going, he stumbled over and fell.

'Why don't I feel pain?' thought Harry expecting a blow.

He felt two arms around to support him, he looked up and saw two light grey eyes with a smirk.

"Well hello, who are you?" asked the boy.


Well I wonder what's going to happen next hm?

Why is Sirius so protective?

It'll be revealed in later chapters, but its a very good one.

Lucius is a jerk!

He'll be a jerk for a while will he change? Maybe.

You suck at writing!

Charming. And how was your day?

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