A/N: Alright so I am going back through, editing the story... HOPEFULLY, I will have a new chapter up in March. I have a bunch of modeling stuff going on, and some baby sitting. So no promises. Though, with all my guilt I might as well. The main reason why I stopped writing and whatnot for a while, aside from all the school and such, is just because I really was upset that some of the chapters didn't have the detail that I wanted. This chapter doesn't have very much editing at all, not even noticeable. The others will have much more. Thanks, to anyone who is STILL sticking with me. x.x
Disclaimer: I don't own, the main characters. Sadly. JK Rowling does. I don't make any money from this story.
"Parseltongue"
"Telepathic thoughts"
"Speech"
Thoughts
"Boy! Get up and make us our breakfast!" Came the bellowing voice of Vernon. Thundering steps accompanied the voice coming down the stairs, dust falling on the boy in question.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," the small voice wavered slightly as he opened his cupboard, and walked out and into the kitchen. Quickly the boy got to work making breakfast. Soon he had a meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. Setting them on the table in front of his relatives if you could call them that, he stared at the food with guarded longing.
You see, this boy, was no ordinary boy. His name is Harry Potter, and he is a wizard. Not just a normal wizard though. He is the only one who has ever survived the killing curse, and he defeated the most evil dark lord in history, at just one years of age. His parents were killed on that fateful night, sadly. He was sent to live with his relatives, who hate everything and anything magic. Meaning they hate him just as much. So Harry's only release from his relatives is his boarding school, which just ended for the summer. The boy is currently waiting for his 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to begin. Sadly it is a while coming.
I wonder if they will go on their annual vacation for my birthday, Harry thought gloomily. He didn't want to be here, in this house. His only hope of ever getting out of it was dashed at the end of his 5th year, when his godfather was murdered. No, no, no don't think about that Harry, no! He thought to himself.
"Here's your list of chores, boy. If you don't have them done by dinner time to our satisfaction. You will have no meals today, or tomorrow." Petunia said, glaring at him all the while.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry replied. Looking down at the list, he had to suppress a groan. The Dursley's gave him a seemingly endless list of chores. There was everything from doing the dishes, to completely weeding the garden and the yard. Harry sighed and went to wash the dishes that the Dursley's were done with.
Sneering, Vernon slapped Harry across the face before he could pick up the not completely empty dishes of food. "There will be no scraps for you this morning either, boy. Understand?" Waiting until the boy nodded, Vernon turned and left for work, after kissing Petunia and giving Dudley a pat on the back.
"Come along, Duddikins, we're going out to get you some new clothes," Petunia said dotingly.
"Alright, mum," The whale replied, continuing to play on his GameBoy while they were walking out the door, but not before smirking at Harry.
As the door closed, and the car screeched out of the driveway, Harry snarled at the closed door, then sighed. "I have no energy to stay angry right now."
Steadily, he got through his chores. By the time lunch rolled around, he still had to clean out the shed, the attic, garage, and weed the yard. Which were horribly long jobs themselves. He decided to weed the garden last. So after the excruciating heat in the other places, he was ready to just be outside where he could at least wet his shirt. So after getting a quick drink of water out of the hose, he watered the flowers then set to pulling out the weeds.
"Stupid humans, thinking they can just get rid of me by killing all of the bugs. I haven't done anything yet!" A small black snack slithered from underneath the gate to the neighbors yard. Eventually running into Harry for lack of attention. "Human! Get out of my way!" It hissed angrily.
Sighing, Harry moved, watching as the snakes eyes seemed to widen. "Is this far enough out of your way? I have to finish my chores." He hissed tiredly.
"A speaker! I haven't had the opportunity to talk to one yet! Oh, Mother will be so pleased!" The snake was making hisses that almost made it sound as if it was laughing. "Who are you, Speaker?" it asked.
"I am Harry Potter. Do you have a name, little one?" Harry was for some reason intrigued with this snake, it seemed familiar somehow.
"My name is Aisling, Aya for short," the newly identified Aisling replied happily.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, still weeding the garden so as to not get behind.
Slithering in circles around the small boy the snake asked a question of it's own, "Why are you so small human? You do not smell like a hatchling."
Startled, Harry replied with a little stutter, "I-I d-don't get food often while I live here." He got the feeling the snake wasn't happy with his answer, oddly enough. "It's not a problem though, I am fine."
Aya hissed in displeasure, "Why? Humans are supposed to be treated good, like how Mother is treated."
"Who is your Mother?" he asked curiously.
"Mother is the Dark One's pet. He is nice to her and all of us hatchlings. He has not ever spoken to me though.." Aya sounded a little saddened by that, suddenly she perked up though. "That's alright though! Harry is a speaker and talks to me." Bobbing it's head in what Harry assumed was a nod, made him smile a bit.
Surprisingly, Harry wasn't even concerned that Aisling's mother was Nagini. Meaning that Aya was in direct contact with Voldemort, and that this could be a trap. "Aya, if you get fed when you are with your Mother, why are you out here?" The small male was honestly curious. If he could get a good meal then he would definitely not be leaving that place.
"Well, the Dark One, and Mother, said that we all needed to go out and find our Masters! I am very happy since I finally found mine. Mother will definitely be pleased." Lazily the snake moved to the other side of Harry, so it could lay in a an unobstructed sunny patch of grass.
Slowly, Harry blinked. "You don't mean I am your Master do you?" Wide emerald eyes stared at the shining black snake.
Lifting her head, Aya stared straight into Harry's eyes, "You are my Master."
Harry stared into her eyes, suddenly mesmerized, nodding slightly, "I am your Master." As if a sudden wall had been broken in his mind, he had memories, thoughts, and feelings, flooding his mind. Creating a link to Aisling.
"Now, let's see. No, no, definitely not. Those horrid humans! How dare they touch my Master like that!" Aya was now hissing angrily, and she trailed off into what could only be curses.
"Aya? What just happened?" Harry was slightly scared, he didn't want anyone finding out his secrets, especially someone who was in such close vicinity to Voldemort. Harry's eyed widened impossibly and he started hyper-ventilating. The thought that his enemy would know about what happened, it just couldn't happen. It couldn't. It would spread, and he'd send it to the papers, then people would ridicule him for it. He would never have a chance at being normal. Never.
Suddenly, Aisling stopped hissing and stared at her master. Then with a tone to her voice that sounded like a mother would when reprimanding a child, she said, "Harry Potter, you stop this nonsense right now and calm down, you are my Master. I could never betray your trust like that to someone. You are in complete control when it comes to what I can and cannot tell. Do you understand me mister?" Aya had raised herself up to her full height during her speech, and she was almost touching his nose.
Taken aback all he could do was nod, and stare at her. After a few moments he let out a quietly hissed "Thank you." He went back to weeding the garden after that, and after almost an hour he was finished, so he started working on pulling out the weeds that had started growing over the yard.
He was about three quarters of the way done when he heard his Uncle and Aunt's cars pulling up to the driveway. Panicking he turned and saw Aya curled up right next to the back stairs, and ran over to her.
"Aisling! You must go, they will hurt you if they see you. Go now. Please!" Even through his hissing you could hear the frantic tone to his voice. Aya figured this was not the time to be arguing about biting the humans.
"You can call me back any time, I will always be here for you when you need me, Master," and with that she was gone.
Thanking whoever was up in the heavens, Harry tried to finish the yard. He had just two more weeds to pull, when Vernon came out the back door and grinned evilly.
"No dinner for you tonight, boy. You can't even do a couple simple chores! Now get in here and go to your cupboard. I will give you your punishment later." Vernon punched Harry in the side of the head, as he walked through the doorway.
Grunting inaudibly, Harry went into his cupboard and heard the lock click closed after a moment. Tiredly, he lay down on his clothes, if they could be called that, and just seconds later he was asleep. Unfortunately it was not meant to be a pleasant one.
::Dream::
Harry stood in the center of a room, completely bathed in darkness. Slowly, lights flicked on in the corners of the room. Out stepped, his parents, Lily and James. Then Sirius. From the last corner came Cedric. Then out of the walls next to them came Vernon, and Voldemort.
"Harry, how could you kill us like this? All we ever wanted was a normal child. You know what we got? A great big avada kedavra! You killed us! Not only did you kill us, you killed your godfather too!" James yelled.
"You know all those times you wondered if we would be proud of you, or if we'd love you? Well we aren't proud of you, and how could anyone ever love something as disgusting as you? A murderer." Lily, was sneering at him, and walked up kicking him harshly in the ribs.
"I didn't mommy, I didn't please don't hate me." Harry pleaded, reaching out to her.
"Don't touch her you worthless piece of crap! You have no right to be calling her your mother. You killed her. Just like you killed me. Just think, my own GODSON killed me! You're worthless and you should have died instead of them. I know you know it, too." Sirius had stepped on his hand when he reached out to Lily, and was crushing it underneath his boot.
Cedric stepped forward and frowned at Harry. "How could you do that to me Harry? I know I wasn't the most supporting during the tournament, but you could have protected me better. You just wanted me dead didn't you, Harry? That's why you told me to take the trophy with you." He shook his head and stepped back.
"Hmm, Potter, what do we have here? How many times have I told you, I will kill you in the end. You are pathetic, can't even stand up to a worthless muggle. Then again, that's what you are isn't it? Worthless." Brandishing his wand, Voldemort stepped a bit closer, "Crucio!" After a couple moments he ended the curse.
"Boy! What have I told you? You worthless freak! You will never amount to anything, and you'll never escape me boy. I will break you! Even your own parents don't love you. They fucking left you!"
No! You're wrong! Please...no..he whimpered to his dream parents.
::End Dream::
Harry was jolted awake by the malicious laughing coming from his dream, and the steps tromping down the stairs. Emerald eyes widened and Harry pushed himself as tight as he could against the corner of his cupboard. Only just now noticing that he had been screaming before he woke up.
"Boy, what have I told you! You don't make a peep when your in this house! Some of us are trying to sleep." At that the cupboard door flew open, and he was dragged out of it by his ankle, effectively spraining it. "Now I'll teach you a lesson you worthless freak." Pulling off his belt, he pushed Harry to the ground. Shoving one of the shirts from the cupboard into Harry's mouth, he pinned him to the floor. "This will teach you better to not scream in the middle of the night."
Vernon, pushed Harry's shirt up and sat up on his knees. Quickly he brought his belt down, the end with the buckle, over his back. Vernon continued to do this for about an hour until he got sick of it, and started beating Harry with his fists.
Please, someone...anyone...help me..was Harry's last thought before he passed out from blood loss, and pain.
Miles away, in a huge manor on the coast of an ocean, a teenager, the same age as our Harry, sat up.
