Author's Note: Unfortunately, since I started of with Harry at 10, My story is going to be pretty long and I doubt they will be more than one sequel, I hope. Don't worry, the base might be the same as the original Harry series but events at scences I will change them. I promise to brainstorm. :) Futhermore, don't get confuse if some of the characthers are not same as the original, I am creating new personalities, creatures, spells, potions and you get the idea. Someone ask me so yes, basically, there will be M/M relationship but most probaly after puberty hit's Harry. I guess I will have to put violence so the rating won't be wrong. Thanks for the reviews, it is really encouraging especially since this is my first fic.
Parseltoungue: italic
Chapter 2: The Letters
Footsteps trudged heavily down the staircase, before a thump could be heard as Dudly waddle down the stairs to the kitchen. Disturbed by the entire racket, Harry open his eyes blearily as Madara uncoil itself from beside Harry's pillow.
"Are you sssssure I can't bite him?" hiss the snake in annoyance.
"No, come on I have got to make breakfast or else I will be in trouble."
Life has gotten a little better since Harry had Madara. Of course, he is still treated like a slave but still with Madara to talk to and comfort him, the past three months has been a little more bearable.
It was surprising easy to keep Madara a secret. Since young, he has been Dudly's old hand-me-down which is much to big for him, leaving plenty of his arm covered for Madara too hide. It also turns out Aunt Petunia's garden isn't as well kept as Harry though, turn's out Dudly's appetite cause Aunt Petunia to have so much leftover, it has attracted mice and rats to stay in the nearby gardens. With hedges as fences, it was really easy for Madara to slip around at night for a bite or two.
Of course, there were the close calls. When Dudly and his gang has once caught Harry, Madara had to slither out carefully to avoid being caught, thought it did help scared of those bullies when they caught sight of him a few minutes later in the nearby bushes.
Once, a week after Harry found him, Madara had complained its eyes were itchy. Harry had look into them and the next thing he knew, he had woken up at midnight with Madara slithering around in agitation telling him he was in a weird sort of stat the whole day.
Madara had also told him he has a "smell" that is different from his family. At first, Harry had panic and cried, thinking he was sick. It had worried him for quite a while until he met Ms Figg one day while on a while and Madara had inform him she has the same scent, just a lot fainter. After that, Harry was told the same thing about some of the people they pass, especially those strangers that suddenly stop to acknowledge him while on shopping trips with his aunt through London. Some were stronger, some fainter but still there nevertheless. It had puzzled Harry but he soon forgot about it.
Harry had learn a few things from Madara. It was easier for the snake to learned new things as the plentiful supply has attract a number of snakes to that area. Some were eager to share things while the rest were sullen. It was quite a treat for Harry to meet some of the snakes that Madara invite back, especially when they are pleasant and said snake has promise not to bite anyone
Harry stretch himself and was about to open the door of the cupboard under the stairs which he lives in when he stopped.
"It is me or is the house strangely quiet?" he mused.
He was just about to open the door when it was suddenly yanked open and he came face to face with a purple-faced Vernon Dursley. Before he could even yelped, a beefy hand had already swooped in and grabbed him painfully by his collar and yanked him out before bodily dragging him to the kitchen.
To say Harry was scared might be an understatement, he was terrified. Once in the kitchen, he was unceremoniously dumped on a kitchen chair before he got a faceful of Uncle Vernon's wrath.
"HOW DARE YOU GIVE OTHER PEOPLE OUR ADDRESS AND ASK THEM TO WRITE TO YOU!" He roared in rage.
Harry cringed in fright.
"I… I… don't understand…."
"DON'T PLAY DUMB BOY, DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT GIVE OUR ADDRESS TO ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS?"
"I didn't" Harry replied fearfully.
It could be because he looks so scared or vulnerable or it might be because for once there was someone out there who was protecting Harry because at that Uncle Vernon's brow furrowed in confusion. A sure sign he believes Harry.
Dudly and Aunt Petunis who was in the kitchen were watching Harry, the former in glee while Vernon's expression was mirrored on Petunia's face.
Suddenly, a small black shaped zipped past the kitchen window and Harry felt Madara who was on his arm tighten itself against him.
"Owl" it hiss in fright before an envelope flew through the open kitchen window and landed in front of Harry.
Uncle Vernon gave a howl of rage and snatched the letter up but not before Harry saw his name on it. Suddenly, Aunt Petunia gave a choked gasp making everyone look at her. She was as pale as a ghost and she looked at Uncle Vernon fearfully.
"It is them." She whispered.
Before anyone could react, Uncle Vernon had pulled out another letter from his back pocket and with the new one together; he threw both of it into the kitchen fire. By then, he too was extremely pale, without a second word Harry was dragged back to his cupboard and locked in.
"Dudly, go to your spare room and clear it out now!" he shouted.
"but daddy….."
"JUST DO IT, DADDY WILL BUY YOU SOMETHING LATER!" Vernon roared.
In fright, Dudly scrambled of tripping a few times in his haste. Uncle Vernon then proceeded to locked himself with Aunt Petunia in the kitchen. From his cupboard, Harry could hear shouting going on but unfortunately, was muffled by the doors between them.
"What do you think isssssss going on?
"I don't know but that black thing was an owl." Madara replied.
"You mean that letter was brought by an owl? Do you have any idea how abssssssurd that ssssssoundsssss?"
"Yesssss, I know but the owl's sssssscent was all over that letter, I checked."
"I wonder who it issssss that ssssssend me that letter?" Harry wondered.
By nightfall, another 100 or so letters had arrived, some individually, some in groups or pairs but all at different times with more and more weird ways.
There was one that was stuff into the milk bottle outside and there were at least 10 that came through the chimney. Dudly was even pelted by some of the letters when he went outside to play. He came back in spinning a wonderful tale about how mutant owls were trying to kill him and eat him for dinner, earning a snort from Harry who frantically tried to arrange his face.
Harry got a surprise after dinner. He was lead upstairs and towards Dudly's spare room. Apparently, from now on, he will be sleeping there. Upon voicing his surprise, he was given a clit on the ear before he was warned not to question things.
So, for the first time in ten years, Harry Potter felt asleep on a bed in a room that can be counted as his own. Truthfully, it is not a huge or grand room consisting of only a small desk, a wooden chair, a wardrobe and a bed and is still dusty and filled with Dudly's broken stuff and some many books which are brand new (which looks brand new) but it is better sleeping in a cupboard with the spiders, not that he has seen a single spider since Madara moved into the cupboard. Harry frowned, maybe Madara ate them. "I will ask it tomorrow" Harry thought before burrowing under the blankets and shutting his eyes.
Done, I got camp so I won't be able to post for a few days. (pout)
If there is anything you want to comment on, go ahead. I will appreciate it.
As for the future pairings, who you want it to be? There are so many pairings I loved I can't decide. Of course, I know I am the one to decide in the end but who knows? Your decision just might sway me. (grin)
