A/N: This is my first Harry Potter Fan-fic! Constructive criticism and comments welcome.

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Thoughts

Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't and never will belong to me

It was around 11 o'clock and Harry was sat in a crumpled heap as he had been for hours letting tears fall on a photo he had found in the cutting pile...

Flashback

Lily was doing what looked like muggle DIY at first glance, however if you bothered to look closer you would notice the queer scene. She was sat at the table a pair of scissors in hand cutting down photos of the family with a five year old Char sat beside her, giggling every time a new piece had been severed from the original photo. The reason this was strange was because all the pieces that had been cut off, featured a certain young dark haired boy with bright, emerald eyes. After all traces of the boy had been eradicated from the pictures she proceeded to draw her wand from her pocket and burned the cuttings magically so the fire wouldn't spread. Soon she picked up the ashes and threw them out of the window of the manor, the proof of a family and a love, now lost...

End flashback

He had managed to salvage one photo of before the whole BWL nonsense had began, when he was one this photo was framed proof that they were a family however now it served as a reminder that Raven was alone and unwanted. Suddenly, a sound shook him out of his reverie, nothing was there. Then a glimmer of navy caught his eye, something was there in the shadows.

:Hello human.:

Said the female voice belonging to the creature of the shadows. At first Raven was frightened but then he felt a warmth flow through him as he recognised the voice, it was the creature from his dreams. Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes he wouldn't have nightmares but a dream that he was in a hidden cave and the, well, whatever-it-was, would reassure him. Curious, it seemed that even outside his dreams the creature wouldn't come out of the shadows so his first thing he thought to say was

:Why don't you come out of the shadows?:

The reply was almost immediate

:I do not wish to scare you:

Harry's reponse was determined

:I want you to be yourself, I won't hate you for the way you look it doesn't change who you are:

:Do you promise?:

She sounded unsure almost... worried and it made Harry smile to think that someone, for once, actually cared what he thought.

:I promise:

A magnificent snake slithered out of the shadows, her body was covered in navy blue scales that led up to a black spiky collar (much like that of a dragon) around the back of its neck. Her face was a shiny midnight blue with two amber eyes below spiralling black horns. All together she was an imposing beast yet although most would fail to see it, Harry could see the loneliness and wish to be loved in her eyes because it was what he saw when he looked in the mirror.

: You're beautiful :

:Thank you human:

: Please, call me Raven:

Usually he hated the nickname because of how his twin used it to mock him but with her it seemed... right.

: What should I call you?:

He added as an afterthought.

:I am of the Eshwariun race.:

Harry giggled

:No your name, like what your mother used to call you:

:My mother, as all Eshwar mothers do, left after laying my egg so I neither know her nor have a name.:

:May I name you?:

:Yes of course, you are my master:

This statement surprised him however he had read enough books on familiars to know:

They were born on the same day as their masters.

Their personalities often mirrored that of their masters.

They were rare, so many will have pets but not familiars and therefore mistake a pet for a familiar.

And perhaps the most important fact, their bonds were strong and practically impossible to taint.

This could allow him so much more happiness so a name would be as good as any place to start.

What to name her, well, she is... strong that's obvious from the way she holds herself and she seems powerful. Hmm, well I do like Hebrew, it's an interesting language so what's the word for strong and powerful umm, oh that's right Adira.

:What about Adira:

:Adira, I like it:

She sounded young and happy and they spent the night talking of their lives and newfound friendship. By the time the sun slipped over the rolling hills and lush green fields, the now inseparable pair had fallen asleep with Adira's head resting on his hand.

A/N: Just to clarify:

Adira is an Eshwar (singular) the plural is Eshwarus and she is part of the Eshwariun race.

Adira is roughly 40 cm long.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!