The King of Serpents

Chapter 1: Finding Peace.

It has always been said that a Basilisk is the King of Serpents. It can kill with a single glance. Or can it?

Actually, it does so when it chooses too really. There are three eyelids, the yellow that kills, or seen in a reflection, petrifies, the blue one, that petrifies, or the green, that is completely safe to look at.

Such a snake is born from an ordinary chicken egg when a frog sits on it. Something dangerous to it would be the cry of the chicken… quite odd for a weakness, yet it could explain a lot. For the farmers who get all their chickens killed overnight. But if a Basilisk can die at the sound, than who has been killing the animals? Surely the beast would have died as soon as the thing would have so much chirped… than who?

"Wake up boy!" came the shrill voice of a young child's aunt. This particular human boy was 3 years old and increasingly small, most probably form malnutrition. This young child had suffered far beyond what many children could imagine, but his wounds would soon be healed by an unexpected friend.

Harry Potter waited patiently for the older woman to unlock the door that would release him from the cupboard that he called his bedroom. He didn't have many possessions, his clothes were way too large for him, because they were, his cousin's old clothing. How was it that Dudley Dursley was 3 years old and already was fat? It wasn't his aunt that opened the door, but his uncle, Vernon Dursley. The Beefy man was extremely fat and had no neck at all. While his wife was skinny and the longest neck. "Come on boy, were leaving, move!" yelled his uncle, causing the boy to quickly scramble out of the cupboard and where his uncle had indicated, the car.

"Don't bother to tie your seat belt." he whispered, malice dripping from his voice. Outside was pouring rain, Harry was barely able to look at the scenery outside. Some couples were happily taking a stroll, protecting themselves from the cold water with an umbrella, while others ran with newspapers covering their heads. The car sped through the small city he lived in, soon entering a more…wild part of the town. "Where are we going?" asked the child, his curious emerald eyes eyeing his uncle in fear. "It's where you're going more like." Vernon answered harshly, only spiking his curiosity further.

The car soon came to a stop in the middle of a dark and damp forest. The beefy man dumped his nephew on the wet ground and left him on the ground, before speeding off back to Number 4 Privet Drive, never to see Harry Potter again. He started to sniffle lightly, as the cold started to get to him, before he erupted into loud sobs.

Nalini left her large nest, slithering around the forest, always trying to live as far away as possible from the chicken coops in those darn farmer's lands, luckily, there was only one in the area.

Nalini was a large Basilisk, who happened to be hungry, very hungry. She had been created from a chicken's egg that had been lost into the forest, near a pond, while a frog sat on it. Basilisks could not have children, since they created, not born… which was a sad tale, Nalini wished to mother, but sadly, she was no different from any other Basilisk and was sterile. Suddenly, a cry could be heard not far away from where she was. It was a human child's cry… what on earth was a human doing here in this weather?

The large snake slithered her way to the human to find a small boy, with jet black hair and wide emerald green eyes, crying softly. The poor thing seemed to be freezing. "There, There." Hissed the snake softly, feeling a need to protect the child from harm, Nalini wrapped her long body around the freezing. Startled, the child looked up at her words. Since when can a snake talk? And to both of their surprise, he answered in Parsletongue.

"You can talk?" Harry whispered in awe, which was more like a hiss. "You are a Parslemouth child. You have the ability to speak my language, the language all snakes' posses." Answered Nalini. "What's your name?" asked the child, as he snuggled to her skin. "Nalini, I have been named Nalini, what about you young one?" "My name is Harry, but my Aunt and Uncle always call me… Boy… do you know why Nalini?" Asked the little Harry uncertainly. "No, I don't… Are they the ones who left you here?" "Yes…"

Nalini felt a surge of anger rage through her, how dare they abandon a child in wild forest like this one, in such bad weather? Luckily it had been she who had found him, and not another unwanted creature who would have surely eaten the boy alive. She could sense power radiating, rolling off the child's body in waves. He was most definitely a wizard.

Nalini came to the decision of taking care of the poor boy, like a mother would, it had always been her dream after all. He didn't deserve to be treated like he was, it was clear that the poor boy was malnourished and beaten. She would teach him magic without a wand, which the stupid Ministry of Magic would not be able to trace underage wizardry. Such use of magic took concentration of the mind and soul, instead of the wand doing the concentration for you, few were able to do it. But from the powerful waves of magic coming from Harry, Nalini could tell he was powerful enough to do it. "I will take care of you Harry." Hissed the snake, before the small boy fell asleep, protectively held in the Basilisks' body…

Author's note

At first when I got this idea I though it was absurd, but then again, wouldn't it be interesting if Harry Potter were raised by The King of Serpents itself?

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Black Miror

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