Summary: After Harry kills Voldemort, what is really left for him here on earth? Deciding to take fate into his own hands for once, he gets more than he bargained for. Warning: Alternate universe and OOTP Spoilers

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1

A young man sat at the edge of his lumpy cot contemplating his life. His life was a meaningless existence now. Meaningless. His purpose was done. Three days ago, he had finally killed the bastard that took the name Lord. Lord Voldemort. Funny how fate worked. What are the chances of an acronym of the name of the most powerful dark wizards in a millennia meaning wings of death or some other such crap? Fate had a horrible sense of humor. None of it mattered anymore however. Nothing. Ron and Hermione had abandoned him when Harry had started learning the dark arts; they didn't like the changes it made in him, physical, psychological, or perceived. He had a darker presence, not evil, just dark. Evil. Fawkes had rejected him. He had also grown more cynical and paranoid. His physical changes after he had defeated Voldemort were what ultimately killed his friendship with everyone. His hair was no longer unruly, it was silky without being greasy, he had matured overnight, now 6,3' and he was even more mysterious now, not even taking off his hood and cloak so that they could check his injuries. Not that they would have noticed; they had all abandoned him long ago and were currently either celebrating or nursing a gigantic hangover.

There was a reason for this however, it was also the reason why he had yet to talk about how he had defeated Voldemort. Defeated being the key word. When Harry and Voldemort's wands had reacted at the end of his fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry had started researching ways to kill him. Later, this had turned to a search for how to kill am immortal when Voldemort's body had become immortal. Harry had finally come up with the solution to draw Voldemort into his mind and then kill him or starve him in his mind. The plan had been more effective than planned. He had taken Voldemort into his mind by the Priori Incanti and destroyed him,; unfortunately, it had left a marker. He now had Tom's silky hair. One of his eyeballs had turned a blood red when he channeled more than minimal amounts of magic. When he was not doing much magic, it was completely black. His other eye had been clawed out with Voldemort's own hand. He had quickly gotten it replaced at Knockturn Ally with a boggart eye, a very tricky, risky, and extremely expensive operation. He had had to call in a few favors to get it done. It took quite a bit of convincing to get the other wizards to believe that he would not let the boggart eye take him over and turn him into a boggart, which was a very real threat. But he had been adamant. In the end, he had been the first successful recipient of a boggart eye and could control what kind of eye he had. Very useful. Now he had nothing left, not his father's hair or him mother's eyes.

The world had turned it's back on him; the Order shied away in fear, his friends and surrogate father (Remus Lupin) were disgusted by his studying the dark arts, and three days ago he had lost his last link to his long dead parents. No one would mourn him, he was finally free. Nothing holding him back. He was finally free. Free! Harry grabbed Sirius' knife then cut both wrists and his throat for good measure. Slowly he felt the life ebbing out of him. Free…..

2

"Destiny… not complete… send…" Harry faded in and out of conciseness, barely noticing his surroundings, which could have gotten him killed during the war. No rest for the weary. The only thing that he knew about his surroundings was that he was in a hospital of some sort, a real hospital, not a makeshift one out of someone's house like he had visited so many times after St Mungo had been leveled in an attack. The difference was the antiseptic smell and the quality of drugs that they stocked. The smell of quality drugs wafted to him from where he lay. It would be nice to lay here forever.

Stupid humans. Always laying still. Don't they know that can get them killed? Oh well, looks like I get a lucky breakfast.

Harry gave a start. He knew that "accent". The only one that had it were snakes and Voldemort. Voldemort is dead you idiot.

Well I agree on the idiot part, but Voldemort is definitely alive. Stupid hatchling.

Harry felt something moving up his bed and waited for it to come within striking distance of his hand. 3…2…1… His hand darted out like a snake springing and grabbed something slim and sleek, like a dainty lady's wrist,

Let go of me you stupid human!

Or not. §Who and what are you, who sent you, and why are you here. Speak snake or I will not hesitate to gut you.§

It speaks! How is this possible? Are you related to the one who calls himself Lord Voldemort? The snake spat out the name like one would a vile bug that gets caught in your mouth.

§Speak snake.§

I am a Coatl, I have not found a human worthy of bonding to so I have no name. I was not sent by anyone, I just wanted a meal.

This snake seemed willing to please so that it would not get killed but had so little tact it was amazing someone else had not put it out of its misery yet. §To answer your question, yes, I am related to the one who calls himself Lord Voldemort, but onw can hardly choose his family.§

Do you agree with his views?

§That would depend on which view you are talking about. Nothing is black or white. Some of the things that he is fighting for I believe in, and he started out with just cause, but now he has become corrupted.§

You would fight him to the death over this?

§His views are not petty, but he has been brought into the shadow from which he cannot return and from which there is no salvation, I will stop his spread if it is humanly possible.§

It is not humanly possible; but then, you are not completely human. You seem wise beyond your years, knowing that all is not black and white or good and evil. If you will have me, I will aid you in your fight.

He wants to bond to me! §I will have to ask that you remain hidden when we are near humans. They tend to think the wrong thing when they see a snake because of Voldemort. If you agree to this however, I would gladly accept you as my bonded.§