Disclaimer- Yes, yes I do own Harry Potter and all of it s wonderful characters...and that is why you all know that Sirius is very much alive. Just kidding...unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. And yes for all of you still in mourning, Sirius Black is still dead. Though in my own world he is still living and breathing.

On a rainy day in London all the small children of Esperanza orphanage where trapped inside its walls. They were all in small clusters of groups playing with various types of toys. The girls were on the right side of the room playing with dolls, and the boys on the left playing with toy soldiers and the like. But right in the middle of the room, with a book in his hands sat a little boy. He was small for his age; though he was five years old he appeared to be three. He had raven black hair that fell right where his neck and shoulders met, pale ivory skin with a small hint of a blush on it, and eyes that seemed to never know what color to be. They were green, brown, and with specks of yellow surrounding his pupil. Overall the little boy was fragile looking, and seemed to be more delicate then the girls in the orphanage.

All the girls and boys teased him because of his effeminate looks. They would always leave him out of all their games, and if they couldn't they would always pick him last or try to pretend he wasn't there. Though the little boy didn't really care; he was used to being alone and didn't want it any other way. Plus, he did have a friend, her name is Filos, she was a snake.

When he was three he found out the most peculiar thing, he understood the language of the snakes. Though it was only the snakes he could talk to, not any other animal. He had found Filos when he was hiding in the bushes from the other children of the orphanage. It had been his birthday, he's third year being in that wretched place, and he still had no friends. He had been crying, he really wanted a friend to talk to, to play with, and share all of his secrets with. And then out of no where a small bluish snake slithered up his arm, it was beautiful. It's scales where a watery blue and it had eyes just like his, they never seemed to decide on what color to be.

'Why are you sssaad,' the snake had whispered with a feminine voice.

'I...I…I can underssstand you,' the little boy had exclaimed with a bewildered look on his face.

'Why, of coursssse you can, you are a Majka Zsssmija,' she said which what appeared to be a chuckle, if snakes can chuckle that is.

'What isss a Maja Zsssmja?' the young boy asked.

'Well you ssseee, Majika Zsssmija are human beingsss that have a sssnake ssspirit inssside of them.'

'A sssnake ssspirit...are you my sssnake ssspirit then? No, you're lying. There is no sssuch thing asss a sssnake ssspirit. Ssssnakes are bad, Sssissster Anne sssaid ssso. Sssnakes lied to Eve and you're lying to me right now.'

'You naive little boy, those are muggle stories they are untrue, you are a Wizard, and better yet a Majika Zsssmija.'

'But Sssissster Anne sssaid...ssshe sssaid that sssnakes are evil...and...what are mugglesss?'

'You have much to learn child, but it will all come in do time. For now all you need to know issss that I'm your Sssnake ssspirit. I am you and you are me, we are one and the sssame. Our sssouls are enchythei (infused) together forever. I will alwaysss be there for you, and you will never be alone. Soo parakalo, please, stop crying.'

Hi everyone I hope you like my new story and this one I am a 100% sure I will finish. And hopefully I'll start working on the other one soon. Also as of yet I have no Beta, so I'm sorry for any grammar errors, spelling, or punctuation. And please leave a review:)