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Disclosure

I do not own the work of Harry Potter or any of the subsequent work related to Harry Potter or any woks by the author called JK Rowling, the characters used in this story are borrowed for the sake of enjoyment and not meant to portray any offense to the original work.

The only characters whole owned by me is the OC

Story information

(skip down to reach story if this doesn't interest you, but I recommend reading this information to understand the premise and goal of the story)

This story will follow the main character in limited 3rd person meaning that the only thoughts will be shown from the MC, the perspective will occasionally change (with warning for a maximum 1 chapter) the exception to the will be the first chapter and any other change will be mention be the chapter begins.

This will not be a SI or a reincarnated story, neither will the MC be overly strong or OP but a gradual progression.

The first thing I remember was pain. Excruciating pain and then it stopping . The next thing I remember was something cool against my skin, the texture hard but flexible and smooth. I don't know why but the texture made me feel safe even though I didn't know what it was. The texture was calming enough for me to almost forget the pain from earlier.

I woke up from that dream that same dream I always had. There were never any visuals to the dream and that didn't change today. The only thing I did know was the texture I felt must have been scales. I knew because of how often I felt scales.

Wincing as I open my eyes to be hit by the sunlight that had managed to peaking through both the old tattered curtain and my hair sprawled out in my face. Sitting up on the bed hearing it creaking from my movements and brush my messy hair out of my eyes. The only difference is I don't use my hands. A constant reminder that I am completely different from everyone else. The feeling against my skin is hard, smooth and flexible.

Scales

I'm not scared as I imagine any other person would be. Why would I? When I have felt these particular scales my whole life. These scales are a part of me. Not in the way one might think of a hand or leg, but connected to my body nonetheless. The truth of the matter is, I have two serpents attached to me.

The snakes both stem from area where my head meets my spine. The two of them are somewhat small as they are only as wide as my thumb and are just long enough that if they draped down they could reach the base of my collarbone. Their scales are a brilliant white and in my opinion more beautiful than fallen snow.

As I am thinking about them fondly they as always ruin such thoughts by starting one their ever ongoing spats.

"Stop hogging the sunlight!"

"Quit yelling at me!l

"Move!"

"You has the sun yesterday!"

Hissing back at each other non stop.

'Uhhg why can't they just get along...yeah like that's going to happen' mentally scoffing at the possibility.

"Hey can't you two keep it down till I'm at least out of the bed" hissing my own two thoughts in.

Another reason why I'm so different, the ability to talk to snakes. Which I'm actually quite thankful for. I can't imagine how boring it would be to have snakes attached to you without being able to at least understand them someway. With that line of thinking, I also think it would be pretty lame if you could talk to snakes but didn't have any snake to talk to. Like how would you even know you could? And what if people could talk to different animals like birds, elephants, fish, or squirrels and I just got snakes?

'Mmm... better stay away from thoughts like that, otherwise I'll think about it all day...and besides who in their right mind would want to talk to squirrels?!'

Shaking my head away from the absurdity. I finally get out of bed, looking around the at the rotting wood of the walls that is all that's left on the walls as the wallpaper peeled off long ago. The floors only somewhat nicer as the roof protected the floors from water damage. The fireplace in the corner of the room but still directly in front of the bed. This is what my home, this was the property of one Aris Ruamont.

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1991 May 23, Scotland somewhere in the Great Glen outside of Inverness

Aris walked over the fire where is his clothes from yesterday were still drying. Aris didn't have that many pairs of clothes so he learned very early on to take care of things he owned. Especially since the people at the orphanage only bring supplies once a month. It was and interesting arrangement that he and the orphanage came to. They send him supplies once a month, stuff like books, clothes, food and some other necessities or things Aris requested. In return he lived alone in the shack away from the other children. That was the base of the agreement. Of course that didn't mean either party really liked this arrangement. Aris thought bitterly about the number of times the orphanage tried to "exorcise the demon" and other attempts to get rid of him. He thought he was quite luck to have his two serpent companions, that warned him when people tried to sneak up on him. Warnings that saved him from many beatings by the head of the orphanage, not every time but definitely the more dangerous ones.

'They hate me because I'm a freak, but being a freak makes sure I stay alive. I'd like to see one of those prefect brats try living here for a week!' Aris scoffed while getting dressed. Aris was pulled away from his anger by the brushing of cool scales against his cheeks.

"What troubles you Aris?"

"Breathe Aris, you should be happy today"

His serpents hissed. They had always seemed to understand when he was upset, but it wasn't like they could hear his thoughts. It some how reminded him of one of the books he read recently on psychology and the subconscious, maybe that's how they knew.

Aris pushed aside his thoughts and responded "oh don't worry I was just thinking about the last months supply drop off, and wondered if they would try anything next month? They haven't really don't much recently" ending with a smile as he gently rubbed the underside of both snakes with a finger. Now fully dressed he patted him self down.

"Well whatever I'm eleven now so let's get this day started, maybe will get luck and find some rabbits today!" Aris proudly stated.

With a smile and a flourish he opens the door, breaths in the fresh air and starts walking to the ever expanding hills around a him. Aris flicks his hand back at the open door and it slams shut by its self. No wind as it's cause, no this was another reason why Aris was so different from others. He could do things others couldn't he could move and control somethings with his mind. It was amazing! A power he had that let him know he wasn't a worthless freak of nature. Even if he was a demon like they called him, he was proud. Aris knew he was something more than everybody else.

Aris grabbed what he would need for his daily routine including a book to read. Today he chose a fable about Greek monsters, one of his favorite because of how relatable some of the monster were to himself. Aris walked for about an hour to the well where he could get his daily water. Slung across his shoulders was his yoke to bring the water back. The buckets swung from their rope just narrowly avoiding being dragged on the ground. Both arms wrapped around the yoke to not drop it but In one hand he held the book. Aris loved to read mostly because there really wasn't that much else to do so he grew to love it. There wasn't much wind today so he didn't have to worry about losing his page and he simply turned the page with a single thought instead of his fingers, smiling the whole time. Each time he used his ability he felt invigorated. He loved having it the simple feeling of directing energy to do what he wants.

Finally reaching the well Aris put his book down and started to draw the water once filled hit took a moment to look at him self in the still reflection. What looked back at him was his bright yellow eyes, his lightly tan skin and his wavy stark white hair that stopped just above his shoulders. Pulling a hand back through said hair, he felt the knots that had accumulated over time.

Standing back up, Aris cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders before getting back to work.

With a grin he spoke out loud to no one in particular "Well time for training! Today I'm making it back to the shack without dropping the book!"

Without a second thought he picked back up the yoke, buckets now full of water and stood back up, leaving the book still on the ground. Aris took a deep breath in and open both of his hands facing out in front of him.

Aris looked firmly at the book on the ground and told it "Book up! Stay in front of me"

The book did as he asked. Now spread in front of Aris was a book floating in mid-air. A wide grin broke out on Aris's face at his success. Aris started to walk forward and the grin quickly fell of his face into a scowl. Brows furrowing at the sudden difficulty of keeping the book in the air and moving forward as he walked. Focusing as hard as he could he took a couple more steps before tragedy stuck and the book fell to the ground like a stone. Hitting the grass bellow messing up where Aris was reading and landing on a very specific page.

"Uggghhh damn it! Damn it!" Aris shouted in rage in failure at the sky, before looking down at the book.

The page it was left on brought up many complicated feeling in Aris. The page was on the mythical creature called the Gorgon. A woman with snake for hair and occasionally a serpentine lower body. Gorgons were said to have the ability to turn people to stone by looking into their eyes. The reason was quite obvious as to why Aris held complicated feelings over this creature, it was startling similar to himself. Alas it wasn't perfectly similar. Aris still had regular hair, even if it was white. He didn't have a serpentine lower body, no the ability to turn people to stone by looking at them. The final point was he was definitely male. The book said that all Gorgons were female. So while Aris hoped he was related to a Gorgon, or at least physical similar and that gave him some hope. Aris also felt scared, angry and confused with that knowledge.

Confused that if Gorgons did exist, then why hadn't he ever seen one? Why was he in Scotland when they were a Greek myth and with the inconsistencies what would that even make him?

Angry that the closest thing he had to himself was just a myth from a book from a culture of the part of the world he wasn't even in. Angry that the world in myths they were called dangerous, evil, hideous monsters.

Finally scared that if Gorgons did exist then wouldn't that make him a freak even to them. Terrified that he would be an abomination among monsters.

These thoughts and feelings always dwelled within Aris. No matter what he did, he would always find himself thinking about who and what he was.

Outraged by these thoughts that took over his mind on what was started off as a good birthday. He thought about how he didn't even know if this was his birthday just the day he showed up at the orphanage four years ago. Anger swelling more about how he could remember where he was before then, it was just blank.

"SHUT IT YA STUPID BOOK! WHAT DO YA KNOW! I AM ME! I AM ARIS! NOTHING CHANGES THAT!" Shouting at the top of his lungs at a book on the ground. Jabbing his finger down at the book not realizing he had dropped the yoke behind him in his rage.

Huffing while his hands shook trying to regain himself. The fear he was attempting to push down, that he would never truly know who or what he is.

Aris closed his eyes and took in a quick breath through his nose, followed by a longer and ending with a long exhale through his moth. Repeating the process three more times before he felt some level of calm. He looked around himself, finally realizing that he dropped his water. Luckily only one of the buckets tipped over spilling the majority of the water within. Aris breathed out once more before picking the yoke now unbalanced. With a scowl he turned to look at the book and open his hand on the side unbalanced and the book snapped into his hand. After feeling the power flow through his body he smiled enjoying the pleasant rush. Aris looked ahead and saw his shack just peaking over one of the green hills in the distance. Realizing is would be a long walk back to the well he decided he had enough water and continued his journey home.

Walking in silence he arrived in front of the shack only to realize something way off. He couldn't quite place for a moment till he realized the front door was open.

"I closed the door this morning correct?" Hissing for his compatriots to affirm his belief. Before Aris got and answer someone walked out of the shack and stood just a little further than five feet or so, was a man. The man was talk dressed in pure black robes, that flowed in the sudden wind between the two people. With equally black greasy hair the parted in the middle to frame his pale skin and black eyes that looked so cold Aris thought they should have been blue or white like ice. His face finished out with a hooked nose that basically pointed down to his mouth that was set in a permanent frown.

Aris changed his face from surprise to a scowl of his own and asked the man in tight tone.

"Who the hell are you?"

End of chapter

Aris- gone through a roller coaster of emotions today

Snakes- hissing in confusion and alter

???-who could it be-???

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