Hey guys!
My first Harry Potter Fanfiction
My sister influenced this, and I wrote it down
The idea.
Harry Potter is not mine.
Obviously.
Two jagged welts ran their journey up Harry's wand arm and twisted onto his shoulder. The wand still trembled in his grip as he cast one last look at his enemy. He checked to see if it was truly dead before he clutched his arm and tried hard to stem the blood dripping down his forearm and painting the floor.
The snake Nagini was dead. Its bulk oozed across the stone floor, milky liquid still leaking from the deep wounds. A gigantic specimen had been reduced to a mere roadblock.
A Horcrux was his enemy. It contained a part of Voldemort, and feeling triumph, he felt as if he had killed a bit of him. Unfortunately, the novelty of the action sort of wore out after about the third time.
Nagini, revolting though it was, reminded him of his own plight. He wondered whether he, the great figurehead of the Ministry of Magic, would also evolve into a lonely grave.
He closed his eyes, ignoring the tears from the tension wash his cheeks bathed in dry blood. Slowly climbing out of the dark tunnel, he left the stench of rotting meat and thick poison behind him as his Healer, Raus, hurried over, tripping on his robes.
"You're alive!" said Raus in awe, before hastening to heal him. Harry always did things alone. When he had to destroy a Horcrux, he would allow no innocent lives to accompany him. Why die unnecessarily? The only help he would accept was a Healer, who would stay far away and wait until he showed. If he showed, that was.
Harry smiled grimly. Only one more. Lord Voldemort himself. He grasped his wand, feeling it nearly splinter in his dirty palms. When the nightmare ended, he would finally understand the meaning of relief.
"It's nearly morning, Harry," said Raus edgily. "We've got to get you back before your aunt and uncle know you're gone."
Harry nearly laughed. Of course. His dual life. After slaughtering the greatest serpent in history, he would be lowered to trimming hedges and flipping pancakes. Killing serpent equals Dudley-servant. He seriously had no respect.
Just as he wiped his wet forehead with the back of his palm, he spotted a thick cord of dark gray slither through the rocks. He stopped, his heart pounding. A snake about two feet long slinked through the cracks. It looked up and locked beady eyes with him before sliding into a dark crevice.
"Harry?" asked Raus nervously.
"It's nothing," he heard himself say.
But he had lied. When the snake stared at him, he knew with a jolt that it was Nagini. He rubbed his eyes. Nagini was supposedly dead in the cave, wasn't she? Yet the same ruthless, calculating eyes, the same twisting body…surely he needn't kill her again.
"C'mon Harry, you can't be late," called Raus from afar.
Harry tore his eyes away from the ground and kept quiet. He was imagining it. His task was done. There was no point in saying a thing about it.
After all, he didn't need Hermione to tell him that seeing snakes you've killed already was definitely a bad omen in the Wizarding World.