Hi! I'm zi snake. This is a new fic idea i got while i was listening to evanescense! (number nine on the CD if any of you people reading are fans!) Eventually this will be a Tom/Harry. READ AND REVIEW!!!
disclaimer: You people actually think i own harry potter?
I don't know why we moved to Little Hangleton. To me it didn't make sense at all. It was
A miserable little town packed full of muggles. My father said it would be good for us to explore and try new things. I told him, "I hate trying new things - or at least new things that have to do with muggles" We were moving into a big mansion on top of hill that out looked on to the entire town. (Which is pretty small I'll remind you.) As much as I like moving into big mansions I didn't want to move into this one. Nope. Definitely not this one – the mansion was over one hundred years old. Walls were missing, paint was chipping and the house was desperate for renovations. In fact...the house was getting renovations before we moved in. My father and I were going to live in a brand new town house in the muggle city. (Ew, muggles!)
On our first day of moving in I realized that the city wasn't that bad. The house was beautiful on the inside. Each house had an identical patterned garden; the actual neighborhood had a park in the center. It was just a small children's playground but I hung around there none the less. It gave me time to think you know.
Because we were moving into a muggle town my father thought it was proper for me to go to a muggle school so people wouldn't be suspicious. Ugh...I hate muggles. We even went to a muggle market place to get my supplies. Wal-mart I believe? I had to wear muggle clothes as well. I give them credit for that. I don't really like wizard robes. They make me feel like I'm wearing a dress! When I walked into the store, no one noticed us. No one stared at us like we were different. No one even acknowledged that Harry Potter the third had just walked into the store with his father. Damn...I was really surprised when that happened.
Let me explain...my name is Harry James Potter the third. I'm kind of famous in the wizarding world. My great grandfather Harry James Potter the first conquered the evil dark Lord Voldemort. Or was it Vodlemorte? Voudlesmort? Or Voldie? Oh, right it was Voldemort...never mind. Ugh... I hate telling that story over and over again. It is ever so boring. Anyway...where was I? Oh yes...I was in that muggle store Wal-mart.
As we walked in I looked around at all the junk they needed. Light bulbs? Ha, ha...don't make me laugh. I don't know how muggles survived without magic...I guess it could explain their short lifespan...I mean my great grandfather is still alive today. He's actually planning to use a youth bringing potion to look like he did when he was fifteen.
My dad and I started to look around for someone to tell us where the school supplies are. I saw a kid my age and asked him, "Hey...mug- I mean kid. Do you know where the school supplies are?" He pointed over to my left and said, "Duh!" "Okay thanks!" I said in a sarcastic tone and under my breath I muttered, "You muggle bastard." I pointed them out to my dad and we walked over. I picked up the supplies I needed on my list that was specifically for my grade level. Or at least, my muggle grade level. Apparently muggles started school when they were five, unlike wizards who started Wizarding School at age eleven. And Muggle School lasted for 12 years plus they're after school training. (Whatever that was! I believe it was called college?) Anyway... I was in grade five. My dad and I walked home.
When I got home I put all my muggle stuff on my bed and unwrapped it and put it in my bag – my great grandfathers Hogwarts bag. I really wanted to go there, but my dad told me that until I was eleven I have to go to the Muggle School.
The next morning was a weekend so I decided to go outside and get some exercise. I walked past some muggle children-playing ball. I decided to ignore them until one of them called out to me. "Hey Potter! Aren't you moving into the Riddle house?" I recognized him as the muggle boy from the store. I replied calmly, "Yes I'm moving into that mansion on top of the hill, if that's what you're talking about." One of the other muggle children yelled, "And did you know that its haunted Potter?" Harry replied sarcastically, "Oh my god! Ghosts! I'm absolutely terrified! Tell me more!"
The muggle children must not have realized that he was being sarcastic because the one from Wal-mart said, "Okay, but I'm warning you Potter!" "Okay, here it goes, over one hundred years ago the Riddle family was having tea in the family room." "I'm terrified." Harry said in the most sarcastic voice he could muster. The muggle boy pretended he didn't notice. "They were talking about economics or something when suddenly they heard a hissing sound. But it wasn't your typical hiss, oh no. It was more like a snake language!"
"So tell me kid how does this snake language go." Harry asked with a smirk on his face. "I don't know something like: Siaaaaahashhhhihethhhhh, Zsighashiiiiiiiiislyhisssssss!" "I'm trembling in fear." Harry said. "Anyway..." Another muggle boy began. "The Riddle's tried to ignore the hiss, they thought it was a piping problem of some sort. But the hiss became louder and louder!!! Until finally it went away. It was gone for a good hour or so, until finally they heard another sound, footsteps or something! The riddles trembled in their seats until finally they sent their son, who they had been talking to, to go find out who it was. His name was Tom Riddle." "They say he had a son, but he got rid of him for some reason. No one knows why." The kid from Wal-mart said. "So, Tom Riddle walked through the hallways when suddenly he just stopped. They say he saw something that scared him so much he died." Harry added, "Maybe it was a demon...or FRANKENSTIEN!!!" The muggles screamed when he yelled Frankenstein. "Man, you guys are easy to scare...so what happened to the other Riddles?"
"Well." One of the muggle children began in their scary story voice. "The other Riddle's got worried about their son after he didn't come back so they came to investigate...only to be KILLED!" Some of the muggle children jumped. "And the scary part is, that all of them were perfectly healthy, nothing wrong with them...there were no signs of heart failure, or any sudden death thing like that. In fact the only thing the doctors could find that was wrong with them was the look of terror in their eyes!"
Harry gasped. "I have to hand it to you guys." Some of the muggles began to smile because they believed they had succeeded in scaring Harry – or at least until Harry finished, "That must have been the worst scary story I ever heard!" Later..."
"Not so fast!" The muggle from Wal-mart said. "If you're so...not scared of that place, I dare you to go in there tonight and stay there for an hour!" "Okay." Harry said. "I'm going to be living there soon, I don't think staying their for an hour will kill me." "Hold on!" One of the muggle children added. "How do we know that he's stayed there for an hour?" Harry answered for them, "I'll bring a flashlight and you guys will be outside...I will turn on the light in every room and sit in the very room where the Riddles died. You guys will know I'm in there because the lights are on. If my flashlight goes off, either get me more batteries or run for help. Got it?" The muggles all nodded in agreement.
Okay the actual first chapter that i typed on microsoft word was wayyyy longer but won't take the whole thing for some reason so i had to modify the ending and make it a cliff hanger! But don't worry it was originally going to be a cliff hanger as well but a lot more suspenseful. Chapter two will be up soon! Oh and remember Barney the dinosaur says to read and review!!!!!
Zi snake