Okay, here I am, updating again, just don't get used to it. I wouldn't normally update this often but my mom just asked me to watch my siblings.....overnight, can you say bad mental images? They obviously do it, because I have five younger brothers and sisters, but that is still a really freaky thought, so I'm writing to try and forget about it. Do keep in mind the condition of my fragile mind set at the moment, and don't blame me if this chapter sucks to the extreme, Ahhhhh.........more bad imagery.
My thanks go out to the reviewers: Immill123, Nicoletta, Serpentine Phoenix and of course the fabulous CommaSplice(yes I review my own stories, I like me to know that I think I'm doing well!)
Sorry for neglecting to mention you in the second chapter, kudos to Nicoletta for reviewing twice!
Disclaimer: The only things I own at the moment are a notebook, a discman, and an assortment of 30 odd cd's. I don't even own my thoughts, those were taken over by the aliens who burn off little boy's fingers with their light beams that my three-year-old brother described in great detail.
Chapter 3: Betrayal or Someone Who Cares?
After introductions all around the snakes promptly began attempting to bring their young charge back from the brink of starvation. Oddly enough the young boy appeared to trust them completely. Having been exposed to humans more so then the average snake they had a vauge idea as to what his needs were and set their minds, and deadly venom, to work. After bringing down a series of small fluffy creatures they proceeded to ponder the question of fire, noting from their years around humans that the boys particular species was not accustomed to raw meat. In the mean time the boy, or Tezca as he had come to be called in a short span of mere hours, never ceased his chattering, though both Tenoch and Coaxoch were prone to ignore it.
At one point, after the small game had been collected and dragged back to the clearing, Tenoch had groaned to his mate of how there didn't seem to be any creatures in or around the clearing save themselves. When Coaxoch had pondered why this was out loud, Tezca had answered with a few words that had confused the two serpents. "I didn't want any wild animals in my spot." he had commented, as if this were the most obvious statement in the history of obvious statements. He had then giggled when Coaxoch had inquired as to why they were in the clearing then and he answered laughingly "you're not wild animals!"
A few hours later the serpentine pair had all but forgotten the absurd exchange of words and were soon back to pondering how they could get a fire started. When Tezca had approached them, intending to restart an almost entirely one-sided conversation he overheard them quarreling about how to start a fire. Saddened to see his new friends anything but jovial. The youngling glared at the pile of brush nearby, that the pair had been attempting to light, as if blaming thier lack of sparks on his compaions unhappyness. He cocked his head and glared harder, the brush promptly burst into flames and the serpents turned toward Harry.
The conversation that followed went something like this:
Tenoch, slightly startled: "Did you do that?"
Tezca, nodding gaily: "ya!"
Coaxoch, slightly taken aback by Tezca's unrattled nature: "How?"
Tezca, staring at them as if to question how they could be so thick: "I wanted it to start."
The clearing remained silent for a moment untill Tezca went back to his gay chatter and the two reptiles instructed him in how to prepare the days catch.
Later that night when Tezca was curled up contently, his stomach satisfied for the first time in..........well forever, the Dursley's had never given him much more then he needed to survive on, Coaxoch and Tenoch hissed to each other quietly. "He just WANTS things to happen and they do, he's to dangerous, we should rid ourselves of him now while we can." Tenoch hissed fiercely. "He's powerfull it's true, but that's exactly why we should win him over for our cause, he reminds me of a young Tom, and he has just as much potential, if not more." was Coaxoch's reply. "He was the one that banished Tom to begin with!" exclaimed Tenoch in outrage. "You know as well as I do that Riddle was loosing sight of the purpose anyways, slowly going insane, sometimes I wonder if he brought you down with him." Coaxoch countered. "So now you're speaking AGAINST the master!" Tenoch thundered, that is he thundered as loudly as you can whilst still speaking in whispers. The only responce from his mate was a piercing glare, Tenoch heaved a snakey sigh and complided, Coaxoch always won when it came to matters such as this. "Purhaps he was loosing touch with the goals that he set out to accomplish." he admitted and then with a quick glance towards the child "I'll give him six years, untill he is to start his wizard training, if he isn't sympathetic with our cause by then, or if I catch wind of betrayal..............he's dead.
Coaxoch glowed in triumph.
Perhaps, finally.......there was someone who cared.
Still not that long, but keep in mind my fragile state of mind. Plot ideas would be welcomed.
My thanks go out to the reviewers: Immill123, Nicoletta, Serpentine Phoenix and of course the fabulous CommaSplice(yes I review my own stories, I like me to know that I think I'm doing well!)
Sorry for neglecting to mention you in the second chapter, kudos to Nicoletta for reviewing twice!
Disclaimer: The only things I own at the moment are a notebook, a discman, and an assortment of 30 odd cd's. I don't even own my thoughts, those were taken over by the aliens who burn off little boy's fingers with their light beams that my three-year-old brother described in great detail.
Chapter 3: Betrayal or Someone Who Cares?
After introductions all around the snakes promptly began attempting to bring their young charge back from the brink of starvation. Oddly enough the young boy appeared to trust them completely. Having been exposed to humans more so then the average snake they had a vauge idea as to what his needs were and set their minds, and deadly venom, to work. After bringing down a series of small fluffy creatures they proceeded to ponder the question of fire, noting from their years around humans that the boys particular species was not accustomed to raw meat. In the mean time the boy, or Tezca as he had come to be called in a short span of mere hours, never ceased his chattering, though both Tenoch and Coaxoch were prone to ignore it.
At one point, after the small game had been collected and dragged back to the clearing, Tenoch had groaned to his mate of how there didn't seem to be any creatures in or around the clearing save themselves. When Coaxoch had pondered why this was out loud, Tezca had answered with a few words that had confused the two serpents. "I didn't want any wild animals in my spot." he had commented, as if this were the most obvious statement in the history of obvious statements. He had then giggled when Coaxoch had inquired as to why they were in the clearing then and he answered laughingly "you're not wild animals!"
A few hours later the serpentine pair had all but forgotten the absurd exchange of words and were soon back to pondering how they could get a fire started. When Tezca had approached them, intending to restart an almost entirely one-sided conversation he overheard them quarreling about how to start a fire. Saddened to see his new friends anything but jovial. The youngling glared at the pile of brush nearby, that the pair had been attempting to light, as if blaming thier lack of sparks on his compaions unhappyness. He cocked his head and glared harder, the brush promptly burst into flames and the serpents turned toward Harry.
The conversation that followed went something like this:
Tenoch, slightly startled: "Did you do that?"
Tezca, nodding gaily: "ya!"
Coaxoch, slightly taken aback by Tezca's unrattled nature: "How?"
Tezca, staring at them as if to question how they could be so thick: "I wanted it to start."
The clearing remained silent for a moment untill Tezca went back to his gay chatter and the two reptiles instructed him in how to prepare the days catch.
Later that night when Tezca was curled up contently, his stomach satisfied for the first time in..........well forever, the Dursley's had never given him much more then he needed to survive on, Coaxoch and Tenoch hissed to each other quietly. "He just WANTS things to happen and they do, he's to dangerous, we should rid ourselves of him now while we can." Tenoch hissed fiercely. "He's powerfull it's true, but that's exactly why we should win him over for our cause, he reminds me of a young Tom, and he has just as much potential, if not more." was Coaxoch's reply. "He was the one that banished Tom to begin with!" exclaimed Tenoch in outrage. "You know as well as I do that Riddle was loosing sight of the purpose anyways, slowly going insane, sometimes I wonder if he brought you down with him." Coaxoch countered. "So now you're speaking AGAINST the master!" Tenoch thundered, that is he thundered as loudly as you can whilst still speaking in whispers. The only responce from his mate was a piercing glare, Tenoch heaved a snakey sigh and complided, Coaxoch always won when it came to matters such as this. "Purhaps he was loosing touch with the goals that he set out to accomplish." he admitted and then with a quick glance towards the child "I'll give him six years, untill he is to start his wizard training, if he isn't sympathetic with our cause by then, or if I catch wind of betrayal..............he's dead.
Coaxoch glowed in triumph.
Perhaps, finally.......there was someone who cared.
Still not that long, but keep in mind my fragile state of mind. Plot ideas would be welcomed.