Harry stared at the clouds as his hands lightly shook as he plucked weed after weed from the ground. He knew that he had less than 30 minutes to finish the rest of the garden or he'll miss a meal again so he hanged his head and started working a tad faster.
He slowed down when he saw a baby snake appear from behind the bushes, "Hi little snake. If I were you, I'd find some other yard to hide in: Aunt Petunia doesn't like snakes" Harry was shocked and reared back in fear when the snake whipped up to his size and stared at his face, mouth slightly agape showing off rows of iridescent teeth.
The snake slowly closed their mouth and lowered back to the ground. They slowly put its head on his leg and whispered out a breathy, "My name is Slithers wizard child. And you speak my language so you will care for me."
Harry just stared, frozen still, as the snake, no Slithers, crawled up his chest and slowly slipped into his baggy shirt.
Harry glanced around in fear of his aunts wrath before resting one hand on the snake and returning to his task of weeding with his others. Harry smiled as he heard the gentle deep breaths of the content snake before whispering, "Hello Slithers, I'm Harry."