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The Start Of Evil
It had always been there. He had never thought of it as good or evil, but it just was. His relatives had never really paid any attention to him and sometimes he craved attention of any kind. So how could anybody be surprised that it had happened? How could anyone call his power anything evil? This power that came to him was the only way for him to talk to someone because his relatives wanted nothing to do with him. So it wasn't very surprising when it just slipped of his tongue one day and he had not stopped doing it.
The day had been fairly warm and the sun had been high in the sky showing that it was around noon. His Aunt Petunia had decided that he would spend the afternoon pulling weeds out of the garden. The snake had been small, barely six inches long and was curled up among his Aunt Petunia's prized flowers. It was nothing more than a baby garden snake, but Harry had feared what his Aunt Petunia would do to him if she found it in her garden. He had picked up the snake and startled the poor thing in the process.
"Put me down you unclothed two-legs before I before I bite you!" Harry startled and dropped the snake before looking upon the creature in wonder. Had that snake just spoke? Or was he as crazy as Aunt Petunia claimed? His Uncle Vernon had told him that Magic did not existed, but Harry had heard about magical creatures speaking in the picture books at school. Did that mean that Magic existed?
"Did you just talk?" Harry asked the snake after glancing around to make sure his Aunt Petunia wasn't paying attention to him. The snake head had raised from its coils and was watching Harry with interest before its pink tongue flickered out.
"A young speaker? How curious… I thought your kind had died out, hatchling. Well of course I talked, you can talk as well can you not?" The snake for some reason sounded overly amused by what Harry had asked it. Harry distantly thought that the little hisses the snake had let loose after speaking was laughter. It might have annoyed him if he had not been more amused by the idea of a talking snake.
"What do you mean by a speaker? Is that how I can understand you?" Harry asked suspiciously while watching the snake with a wary eye before looking over to were Aunt Petunia was; she was still reading through a magazine on the deck.
"You are a snake-speaker, hatchling. This means that you speak the language of snakes, which is called Parseltongue. From what I understand this talent is a gift through blood." Through blood? Did this mean that Harry's parents had spoken to snakes as well? Maybe this was what Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had meant when they said he was a freak. When Harry looked down the snake had disappeared.
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Later in his cupboard after his Uncle Vernon had decided that he needed to be punished for something he didn't even do, again, Harry though about what the snake had said. He wondered if this meant that Magic was in fact real. It would explain why his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were so adamant that Harry not believe that Magic was real. It would explain why they always punished him for all the odd things that happened around him. If they believed he had Magic then they probably believed that he had done those odd things and then punished him from fear of his abilities.
He curled up on his cot even though it caused his injuries to flare up in pain. Maybe if he could harness his powers than he could escape the Dursley's? This idea was quickly shot down because he had no where else to go and how was he supposed to survive out in London on his own? His Uncle Vernon had told him the horror stories of what Orphanages would do to a boy, he shivered just thinking about it. That just meant that he was forever stuck with the Dursley's until he could escape from them. Closing his eyes because maybe if he imagined he was somewhere else than he wouldn't feel so helpless.
It wasn't long before Harry slipped into the dreams that awaited him. Like many other nights he dreamed of fiery-red hair and beautiful green eyes, the barking laughter of a man, the softness of gold eyes, and the firm hold of roughened hands, and a cheerful voice that talked to him. The soft, beautiful voice of angel joined his dreams and sung to him a long forgotten lullaby.
Love will arise with the night
And long headed it will be
To you my love it will sing
Calling you forth to be its champion…
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The day was heavy with heat and Harry was already sweating bullets. His large shirt was stuck to his back with sweat and he had only been outside for an hour. His Aunt Petunia had decided that she didn't want him in the house and had thrown him out back telling him to weed the garden once more. Harry had been pleasantly surprised when he found the little snake from a couple days ago in the garden, but what surprised him was the three black snakes with orange rings. It just looked so different.
"Hello, Hatchling." The garden snake said as it raised its head.
"Hello. Who is your friends?" Harry asked curiously.
"I am a runespoor, hatchling." Harry was surprised to find that when the snake raised its head that it was not in fact three separate snakes, but one snake with three heads.
"The hatchling is quite skinny, it is a surprise that it has survived so far." The right head said with a cold, disdained voice.
"The hatching is not skinny, just thin." The middle head argued.
"It is obvious that its nest mates steal his food. The stupid two-legs dare starve a speaker!" The left head said angrily.
"You have three heads?" The tone was curious and the snakes looked up to the speaker once more before it could continue to argue.
"Yes, hatchling. Runespoors have three heads, being magical snakes we have different abilities for each head. Being as I am the left I am the strategist, the middle is the dreamer, and the right is the poisonous head." Harry looked at the snake in fascination before nodding.
"My relatives tell me that magic is not real. I believe they are scared of magic." Harry whispered to the runespoor.
"Two-legs often fear what they cannot understand." The dreamer head said softly.
"Yes, non-magic two-legs are known for their cruelty to magical two-legs and their fear for them." The right head said with disdain.
The Runespoors stayed for three weeks until they disappeared when the winter came into play, hibernation was closing in on them and they wished to be back in their den. Unknown to Harry that would be the last time he would see the Runespoors or even talk to a snake for a very long while. The snakes may have explained a bit about the magical world, but Harry was still curious about what the magical world was.
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The next time he spoke Parseltongue was when his cousin Dudley and his gang decided to play Harry Hunting. Harry did not like Harry Hunting because it evolved Dudley and his minions chasing him before capturing him before beating him up. Last time they had played Harry Hunting, Dudley had beat the snot out of him and broke his arm. It was then that Harry realized that Dudley was dangerous.
It was when they corned him in a secluded alley on the way to the house from school that Harry had started panicking. In truth he knew that if his cousin could get away with hurting him without punishment than this meant that Dudley could do whatever he wanted. The thought made Harry shiver in terror.
"Over here boys!" He heard Piers yell. Harry could most defiantly make out the outline of his cousin and his gang in the mouth way of the alley. There was no chance of escape because Dudley had expanded his gang to five members instead of the normal two that followed him around.
Harry trembled as the gang appeared before. He was only six and seeing not two, but six people wanting to beat you up was a very scary thing. Even as Piers held him down, Harry squirmed trying desperately to get away from him. Harry let out a shout as the first blow rained down on him and he trembled in pain as he cried.
It was when a sharp pain rand through his hand that he yelled at them to stop, "Make them stop Dudley! Make them stop, please!" The hands on him froze and heard the panicked cry of the kids.
"Devil Child! Run he will curse you!" He heard on of the kids yell before he heard the sound of his cousin's gang running away.
"Just wait until I get home, Freak! I am going to tell father you were saying freakish things!" Dudley said before he went after his friends.
It was only then that Harry had realized that he must have been speaking Parseltongue.
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