The King of Serpents.

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Harry being an animagus

A few of you have told me that the animagus part was a tad over the line, well, yes, an eleven year old boy being an animagus is quite unusual, but, it's part of the plot. So therefore, it is needed, thought it is true that he is a little young to be able to make the potion so… but Nalini is very wise.

Harry being part Basilisk

I have gotten questions of this. Harry being able to kill with one glance, having no challenges? No worries, I have a character I might add in the story, which is immune to the stare, just like Harry is.

Longer Chapters

As for chapters being longer, I try to make them as long as possible, but that all depends on how much inspiration I have and if it fits better in the chapter I am writing or a future chapter.

"italic" Parsletongue

"Normal" English

P.S. Harry does not have glasses.

The King of Serpents

Chapter 3: Platform 9 ¾, the Hogwarts Express

"Good bye son." Hissed Nalini, nudging the young man's shoulder

"Good bye." He gave his mother a final hug and ran off, out of the dark, gloomy forest he had learnt to call home. What was this school like anyway? What about platform 9 ¾, was there even such a thing?

Luckily, the forest wasn't too far from Kings Cross Station. He had bought himself some new clothes, since now, he would live in civilisation. For the time being, he was dressed as a muggle. Thank the gods his biological parents had left him such a large load of money.

Kings Cross was immensely large and a gorgeous place for a station. Although, he was still at a loss about the platform. He had asked a few guards, but they either got angry or laughed at him. The train left in 20 minutes and he had no idea how to get there. Platform 8,9 and 10, no 9 ¾.

What in the heavens name was going on, surely the ticket had gotten printed wrong… but the train on platform nine what leaving for Paris in two hours…Soon enough though, he heard a female voice say the word muggle in one of her sentences, and followed her, and the rest of the red heads with her. There were way to many.

As he looked on, Harry saw the one red head who seemed like the oldest, run in the direction of the wall between platform nine and ten, only to disappear. How very…original. In Harry's opinion, this was cliché. A portal, so not original. He decided to ask the woman, who seemed to be the mother of the four boys and, there was only one girl, holding the woman's hand.

"Um, excuse me?" he said, pushing his trolley. All, every single red head turned around. "I was wondering if-"

"You wanted to know how to cross to the platform dear?" came her motherly voice.

"Well, how does it work?" He asked, curiosity always got the better of him.

"It's simple." She said, a smile crossing her lips, " You stand over here, and simply walk to the barrier, if you're nervous, you can run… this here, is my son Ron, he's in first year as well."

"Thanks, Mrs…"

"Weasley, Mrs.Weasley." Answered the rather plump woman, smiling.

With a nod, Harry walked away calmly, and crossed the barrier to find, platform 9 ¾.

He was having a lot of trouble bringing his trunk up the small stairs in the train. He was about to levitate the damn thing, when two boys grabbed and hauled it in the train. They brought it to compartment Harry had indicated.

"Thanks."

"No prob, I'm Fred and this is George, what's your name?" asked the boy.

"Harry Potter." He answered, taking the hand, 'Fred' had handed out to him.

"Wicked!" exclaimed the other, presumably George.

"Well, we've got to go back or our good old mother will go crazy!"

And the two left, skipping off the train. 'Imbeciles' was the only word that came to Harry's mind about them. Harry flopped down on the red bench in his empty compartment.

He could hear the Weasleys, but soon chose to ignore them; they were all so excited he was on the train.

He knew all about his parent's death. How this Lord Voldemort had wished to kill him as a baby because of a prophecy that said that he would most probably would be more powerful than this so called Dark Lord.

The door to his compartment swung open, to reveal that read head boy who was said to be in his year.

"Um, everywhere else is full…do you mind?" He asked.

"Sit." Merely answered Harry, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

"I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter." 'Here it comes' and it did.

"Bloody hell! I though my brother were just joking, since they always are, do you that..well…"

Harry rolled his eyes and lifted the fringe, revealing the lightening bolt scar.

"Cool."

That stupid comment from the boy caused him to roll his eyes.

"So you're really Harry Potter, no joke?"

"Would I lie about my identity?" said an exasperate boy, restraining from again rolling his eyes. Boy this kid was dumb.

"Well, no.." The red head felt sheepish now.

All of sudden, the door burst open to reveal an bossy looking girl, with bushy brown hair and thick eyebrows.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one." She stated.

"No."

The bossy girl seemed taken aback by the harshness in his tone, and shut the door in a huff.

"So, what house do you think you'll be in?" asked Ron.

"Should I know?"

"Well, not really, but my whole family's been in Gryffindor, the house of bravery."

The house of bravery? If you asked him, the school had a poor way of choosing its students.

"Do you know any other houses?" curiosity always started bubbling at the bottom of his stomach at the oddest of times.

"Well, there's Ravenclaw, smart people go there, Hufflepuff, the house of friendship and the last one is Slytherin, the house of Serpents. You don't want to go there; all the evil wizards were in Slytherin."

The house of Serpents? That would surely be his house; he was, after all, part serpent. Yet he had no wish to be in the house with evil wizards in it. He would kill himself if he'd land in Hufflepuff, the name was wimpy in itself, and the fact that it was the house of friendship, made it even more wimpy. He'd prefer either Gryffindor of Ravenclaw then.

The door opened again and the same bossy girl invited herself in, and sat down, getting a glare from Harry, which she promptly ignored.

"I'm Hermione Granger, pleased to meet you."

"Harry Potter." Said the man in question a hint of annoyance in is voice.

"Really, well I'm very pleased to meet you finally, and you are?" She asked, staring at Ron.

"Ron Weasley."

And it was soon that the train came to a stop, and that they all entered Hogwarts. All students in the first year were nervous, but Harry Potter was another case.

What if they found out he was raised by a Basilisk, or if they even believed it? They would surely reject him and not be aloud in the school. Or, worse, if they found out he was part Basilisk, it was over, they would take him away probably… to prison…Azkaban.

He could not let the humans find out…

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