Chapter Eight

By morning everyone had already learned what Harry was hiding. Owls bombarded the school with Daily Prophets. The headlines caused the entire school to suddenly become quiet, causing tension and confuse to grow. 'Boy Who Lived To Learn Dark Arts : Becoming the Dark Lord's Ally or the Next Dark Lord, 'Boy Who Lived To Be Our Downfall: Are we trusting the wrong savior, AGAIN?.

Harry stumbled into the Great Hall, bleary eyed and still feeling the pain of the night before. He never noticed the silence until a familiar voice screeched, "You, you liar! I hate you!"

A searing pain flashed across his left cheek as a flying bare palm struck him. Emerald eyes blinked rapidly to be faced with a glaring Hermione, "What?"

"You lied to us all! How could you! I hate you, Harry Potter!" She then burst into tears, falling into the arms of fellow Gryffindor LavenderBrown.

Before anyone else could accuse him, the Minister and several Aurors rushed from the Head Table, "Harry James Potter, you have been found guilty of associationwith the Dark Lord. Arrest him!"

Struggling, Harry fought against the painful hold the Aurors had on his arms. Minister Fudge gleefully beamed as he led his most hated oppositionout of the school. Ever since the boy had begun stories of Voldemort's return, which Fudge had tried to cover up, the public had been desperate to trust their savior. But Fudge had wanted the boy out of his way, knowing it could ruin his career and cause the Magical World choas if they knew Fudge had been lying. In the end it didn't matter when the Department of Mysteries had been invaded by said boy and his friends, even the Dark Lord's followers. All were seen by his most trusted and not trusted Aurors. But he held onto the little ray of hope that he would someday be able to pay back the Potter boy for the demise of his carefully lay plans.

Now he finally had the proof to lock away Potter, and just maybe he would be rid of the boy once and for all. And he couldn't resist mocking the struggling boy, "No one to save you now, Potter. You'll be in Azkaban quicker than you can blink. The Dementors will enjoy your company quite well. You'll be guarded every minute of every day."

Harry suddenly stopped fighting once he felt Hogwarts' wards wash over him, feeling a strangely concerned feelingfrom the wards before they crossed. Hogwarts seemingly knew what he was about to do, willingly allowing her own magic to try protecting the boy, a boy whom she felt belonged to her. Harry began laughing, stunning the Aurors into letting him free. "Potter!"

"You're pathetic, Fudge! You honestly think I'm letting you touch me? I'm not stupid as you think I am. I've been waiting for this day for years. You won't get what you want. Goodbye, Fudgie." And with those mocking words, Harry vanished without a sound, leaving behind an irate Minister and shocked Aurors.

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Miles away, a lone figure appeared deep within a dark forest. Curious emerald eyes glanced about, "Hmm. Wonder if this is the right forest?" It better be or a certain someone will pay for giving me the wrong country.

Humans. More in our home.

Harry twirled quickly to come face-to-face with an overly large snake. His eyes widened as his mouth dropped in pure surprise. He had been fascinated with these types of snakes since he was in Muggle science class. But Anacondas weren't supposedto grow that big! Then again Harry had learned of the Amazon Forest and how it was one of the very few jungles that no one had ever been able to survive, simply vanishing from life; a casualty to the theorized dangers of the Forest. Perhaps these Anacondas were one of the rare creatures that were believed to live deep within such jungles.

And must be where Nagini originated. They have the same characteristics. Hello.

The towering snake reared back from her attack position in shock, You speak!

Harry blinked. He only then realized that Parseltongue must not exist within the jungle, Yes. I am Harry Potter. I speak Parseltongue and have the ability to understand you.

The snake simply tipped its head in a supposed nod. What's a Harry Potter?

He laughed, Something to go by. A separate name within the nest.

That the snake understood. Ah, I have none. Our nest simply calls ourselves Anacondas. We call in tones for one another.

May I call you Tawny?

She tilted her head in question, staring down at the small human before her. Tawny. A title for me?

You remind me of a friend I lost. Family of my nest.

She could taste the sadness vibrating around the youngling, Honored to be of your nest now. Come. You will like it here in our home.

The great snake slithered away with her new nestmate behind her, following as she led him deeper into the jungle, occasionally calling out in ranges of hissing to alert those of her nest that a new youngling was coming home.