Disclaimer: This is fan fiction. That means I possibly own part of the plot, the snake, its eggs, and the character interactions, and not a whole lot else. I am not making any money from this. That also means I do not own Harry and Co.
Warnings: A great deal of sexual stuff including but not necessarily limited to: masturbation, future bestiality with a snake, male Veela, slash of the male on male variety and heterosexual relations.
Parseltongue is italicized.
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Chapter 7: In Which Harry Thinks
It was early February, and according to some of the spells Hermione had found, the eggs from the snake's first clutch would soon be hatching. Harry was not really sure how he felt about anything lately, he was anxious and angry and almost happy that he was going to have kids and that threw him for a loop and everything else! He had tried to break it down, and it didn't go that well, the emotions came from everything together, so… huh.
Voldemort sending him that disturbing dream. Good God, Harry had never wanted to know about Voldemort's sexual exploits, and now Voldemort had engaged in sex with Harry's disguised member. How disturbing could life get? Harry knew how he felt about that, ick much? And one of the snake's- Harry's little snake babies was Voldemort's… heir? He felt, well, disgusted was good, but, well… how can you feel about your arch-enemy having pleasurable sex with your… huh. And why would Voldemort want Harry to think about his sex life? Harry went green. Don't go there, come on Potter, think about something else… Ginny!
And what about how he felt about Ginny? He loved her, he was almost certain, but how could he trust her if she would lend one of his processions around the entire school without even telling him about it first, or better yet asking. If she would be so thoughtless things she believed to be minor, how could he trust her with the bigger things, like his future children, should they marry? Or even just with sex? Would she go around and discuss in detail with all her little friends the first time that they had sex? How could he even contemplate deepening their relationship to that level? Harry came to a conclusion then. If he couldn't trust a woman with his children, he wouldn't even date them. He thought about this. Should I break up with Ginny? He couldn't continue that thought. Time for the next thought. Something else, something else, come on, something else…
The snake's second clutch! Yes, that was safe to think about! No, no, it wasn't actually, but it was better at least. Harry sighed. He was glad he was safely in bed with his curtains drawn… He really didn't want to talk to people so soon after having a wet dream about sex with snakes from Voldemort's point of view. Urgh. He shuddered, come on, back to the second clutch.
He wrested his mind back to the paired bracelets he was now sporting, which possessed large silver links and one black and one silver oval-shaped 'rock'. The snake had laid only the two eggs this time, for which Harry was supremely grateful. They had come at about four-ish in the morning on January twenty-fifth and Harry had been disgusted to find that there was another black egg. Merlin, how could his cock, while free willed and completely independent of his own ideas find Snape attractive at all let alone that attractive? Do I really want to know that? Hmm… Yes, I have to know. What could be appealing about Snape? Harry was nearly crying of frustration from keeping the animal contained, far from Snape and any other males. It really wanted to have another round with someone and especially Snape, so Harry had to find out why. I'll have to ask a girl what could be appealing about other guys. I hope Hermione will be willing to field that question. I don't think I could ask anyone else… who else could I ask? Luna? Tonks?He hummed dismissively. I sure hope Hermione has an answer. Back to the eggs, come on Potter, you really do not want to think about Snape that way. Harry's desire for reclusion increased when he realized he was pep talking himself.
The other egg was a brushed silver color and the smallest yet, only about the size of a quail's egg (1). Harry had no idea who could have sired this egg since the only silver-eyed people (and those were more of a blue that seemed silver in certain lights) he knew where those damned Malfoys and the Mal-ferret's egg was gold. Hermione had planned that today they should try and interrogate the snake again. Harry still hadn't told her what really was going on, but she had accepted that he didn't want to hold the snake during interrogation. She clearly wanted to know why, but she had been very kind about it when he had told her that he didn't want to explain. How do you explain to your best female friend (or anyone, actually) that when he was trying to interrogate his 'pet' he could feel the hands on it if was within five feet of himself and that it aroused him? More so the entire truth- that the snake was his cock? But Harry had a plan for questioning the snake. He might not be up to telling the truth but he would get answers from the thing. Plan A consisted of Hermione holding it at a distance while he translated her questions and then the snake's response. She had even found a variation of a truth serum used for sphinxes, naga, centaurs and the like that would be safe for his snake's consumption. (Although Harry doubted the test subjects for that potion had been willing, history was very clear on how wizards in general thought about other intelligent beings…) They would finally be getting answers! That thought alone motivated him to leave his bed. The snake hissed wordlessly at him in annoyance.
"Shut it, you," he spat. The thing was going to get what was coming to it for being such a pain. He blinked. That thought could be taken wrong in so many ways… Whatever, he refused to think about it and began dressing for the day. Shirt, trousers, socks, robes, and the egg neck ornament and bracelets. He was now wearing more jewelry than Hermione usually did. It was strange for him to be more decorated than a girl, it really was. It looked off, in Harry's personal opinion. He couldn't really pull it off. After all, he was not some stuck-up, rich pureblood snob that thought it was fashionable to wear lace and necklaces and what-not.
He tried waking Ron, but when his best friend tried to punch him while still asleep even Harry knew it was time to concede defeat. Sluggishly he slouched downstairs to the common room.
"Hermione?"
"Good morning, Harry," she smiled brightly at him.
"Hermione, it should be illegal to be that peppy this early."
She waved a hand dismissively, "All times before breakfast are too early for you and Ron." Harry scowled. "Let's go down for breakfast then, shall we?" Still smiling, she gathering today's books. Harry tried to pull himself together. He had to stop taking out his bad mood on Hermione. He nodded sharply trying to focus on good thoughts; today was a good day, remember that Potter. He scowled harder, another pep talk? Don't they say that the first sign of insanity is talking to yourself? He asked Hermione about it as they walked towards the Great Hall.
"Don't worry Harry, you have every reason to be a little off, and you'd be as sane as anyone else if you had some stress-free time. It's perfectly normal to act oddly under extreme stress. Merlin knows that I talk to myself around test dates." She reassured him brightly.
"Why are you so cheerful?" he grumbled.
"Today is a marvelous day, Harry; we are finally getting some answers!" She positively crowed. With her help, Harry found a rare good mood which lasted until they had almost finished eating. Then his life took the disturbed factor to an entirely new level.
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(1) I am basing the size comparisons to birds' eggs according to this picture: .
