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"Talking"

'mind speaking to Siladav'

Thinking

"Parseltongue" (He dosen't know he was speaking to the snake at first)

"Siladalv in control of Harry"

Book Titles

Chapter One

A cat sat on a brick wall, waiting. It watched, unblinking at the far corner of a place called Privit Drive.

Suddenly an old, tall, thin man appeared he had silver hair, and a beard that went down to his waist. He was wearing purple robes that swept the ground and long boots, with twinkling blue eyes and half moon glasses.

He looked at the cat and chuckled. He reached into his pocket and brought out a silver lighter, he clicked it twelve times, until the street was too dark to see.

"Hello Professor McGonagall," he smiled at the cat, who was now a severe-looking woman wearing an emerald cloak. She had black hair in a tight bun.

"How did you know?" She asked.

"I have never seen a cat sit so stiffly," he chuckled.

She huffed, but asked. " So, is it true? That he-who-must-not-be-named is gone?"

"Yes, I am surprised you have not been celebrating as well."

"They are being careless! Even the muggles have noticed all the owls about. Some are not even wearing the proper clothes in-front of muggles!"

"You can not blame them," he said.

She sighed. "Is the other true? How you-know-who was killed by a mere child? and that the Potters are... dead?"

He nodded sadly.

She gasped. "After all that he's done, he couldn't kill a baby? How did little Harry survive?"

"I do not know."

She changed the subject. "What are you doing here of all places?"

"I am here to give Harry to his only living relatives."

She was shocked. "You can't mean the people who live here?! They are the worst type of muggles you will ever find, certainly there are people in our world who would gladly take him?"

"It would be better for his relatives to take him," he told her.

"There's no changing your mind about this, is there Albus? How will he get here?"

"Hagrid is bringing him."

"Do you think it's wise to trust him?"

"I would trust him with my life."

A low rumbling came from the sky, seconds later a motorcycle landed in front of them.

"Hello Hagrid. Where did you get the motorcycle?" Dumbledore asked the man driving it. He was as tall as two men and five times as wide, his hair was unruly.

"Borrowed it from young Sirius Black, professor Dumbledore, sir," he said. "I got him."

"Any problems?" He asked.

"House was almost destroyed, but I got him out alright, he fell asleep while we were flying."

Dumbledore took the child in the blankets away from Hagrid and saw a lighting bolt scar on the child's forehead where Voldemort had tried to kill him. He conjured up a basket with a flick of his wand and put the child inside along with a letter. He took the child up to the doorstep and left him there for his relatives to find, and left.

If he had been there just a few seconds longer he would have felt a dark aura around Harry, he would have seen him laugh as the child inside started to cry.

Ten years later

It has been ten years since that night. Ten years that Harry has been neglected and shoved into a cupboard. Since The Dark Lord Voldemort was thwarted by a one-year-old baby named Harry James Potter.

"Get up!" A skinny irritable woman yelled as she rapped the cupboard door. Harry woke up with a start. He heard his aunt walk to the kitchen and put a frying pan on the stove. He had tried to remember the dream he had. He was torturing his cousin, Dudley. He smirked at that thought.

"Are you up yet?!" She yelled, annoyed.

"Nearly Aunt petunia," he said.

"Well, hurry up! I want you to cook the bacon and don't you dare burn it! I want everything perfect for Duddy's birthday."

He groaned. Why do I have to cook for that pig? he thought.

How could I forget about Pigsley's birthday? Same thing every year, she makes me cook and then they take me to a baby sitter's house as they take him somewhere. He thought angrily. Maybe they'll take him to a slaughter house and the people who work there, will think he's a pig and kill him. He mused.

He put on a pair of socks, after getting the spiders off, and went to cook the bacon. The table was covered in presents, though none was for him.

Later that day

They had went to the zoo. Harry had gotten to come along, because they couldn't find a baby sitter to take him. They were now in the reptile house. 'Pigsley' as Harry like to call Dudley, was tapping loudly on a glass of a speckled cobra. After many tappings he had left. Harry went over to the speckled cobra. "Sorry about 'Pigsley' he's always like that."

"They all do that," the snake had told him.

Harry was surprised but hid it. "Do you talk to people often?"

"No, They don't bare the ssserpent'sss tongue," he said.

But Harry couldn't respond as Dudley knocked him out of the way. Anger surged through harry as he glared at Dudley. The glass disappeared and Dudley fell through, the snake, to Harry's satisfaction, bit Dudley's leg causing it to bleed heavily. Harry tried to hold in his laughter.

The snake smirked at him. "He'sss not going to die, jussst be sssick for a while," the snake hissed. "Ssso tell me ssspeaker, do you have a familiar?"

"No, why?" Harry asked dodging people as they went to help Dudley.

"Take thisss," It held up a ring, it was two silver snakes wrapping around the gold ring. "And I will be your familiar now," Harry took it and put it on his middle finger of his right hand, the eyes of the two snakes glowed red and green, then turned black as it stopped.

The snake slithered to Harry and wrapped around his chest, under his baggy clothes "I am your familiar now massster," It hissed. "Luckily you have sssuch big clothesss, they won't noticcce."

Harry tensed as it wrapped around but quickly relaxed. "What's your name?" Harry asked him.

"Sssiladalv," He hissed quietly in reply.

They had rushed Dudley to the hospital, Petunia was crying and Vernon, Harry's uncle, was red in the face with anger. Harry was sitting quietly in one of the chairs with Siladalv still wrapped around him, deep in thought.

'Siladalv?' Harry thought. The snake had told him they now had a mental bond due to him being Harry's familiar.

'Yes master?' he asked.

'Why can I understand you?' Harry asked.

'Because you have magic,' Siladalv told him.

'Magic?' He asked curiously. 'So everyone with magic can understand you?'

'Yes, making my glass disappear was magic, and no, only those who speak parseltongue can speak to snakes.'

'Oh... I can make things happen?'

'Yes, and you can make them hurt if you wish.'

'Why can't I do it then?' he said, thinking of ways to hurt Dudley.

'You're still a hatch-ling. You can't control it,' Siladalv paused. 'But I can help you.'

'When should we start?'

'I'm not sure, the big one you call Vernon is mad at you. He wants to harm you. Let me protect you, let me help you, master.'

'What if he takes you away or... kills you?'

'Just let him try!' he hissed venomously in Harry's mind as his body tightened protectively around Harry.

'Thank you, Siladalv,' Harry said.

'You're my master,' he simply said.

The doctor had finally released Dudley, who was still suffering with the venom from Siladalv. The doctor told them that he couldn't do anything to make it go away, that it had to pass on it's own. That made his relatives, both sad and angry, though it made Harry happy.

To say Vernon was angry was an understatement, he was livid with Harry.

"WHAT HAPPENED!?" His uncle screamed at him when they went into the house.

"I don't know!" he proclaimed.

"I know it was your freakishness that got my son bit by a poisonous snake!"

"How could I have done anything I wa-" Harry was cut off as Vernon tried to punch him, but Siladalv had told him in time, to dodge the hit.

"I've put up with your freakishness long enough boy!"

Vernon took a step towards Harry, but quickly stopped to see an angry cobra come out of Harry's shirt 'Let me control you master, I wish to speak,' Harry had let him. "Vernon if you touch me, I will make sssure you and your family will sssuffer and die in the worst way posssible," he hissed in English and then let Harry back in control. He smirked inwardly as he saw a blood-drained face on his uncle.

End of Chapter One