The Snakes in Guise
Genre: Angst, Adventure
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter he would not be such a walk over and Voldemort wouldn't be such an idiot. Ergo I don't own Harry Potter. Oh and I might have stolen some of the lines here from the books (shifty eyes) I'll let you ponder which ones.
Warning(s): Dark (not Evil) and Slytherin Harry/Hermione/Ron, Good Draco, Bad Voldie, some bad langue
Summary: Common story with a major twist. The Golden Trio, due to various reasons, are dark Slytherins to the core.
"speech" – speech
^speech^ - parseltongue
The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started. Harry thought he hated the Dursleys' before, now he despised them.
There was no hiding from the fact now, Harry was different. He could talk to snakes, of course he was different! Looking back Harry came to the conclusion that the Dursleys knew, or suspected, that he was different. If they knew it meant all those times he had been punished he really HAD done those things.
Harry scowled as he sniffed the air. His new uniform was soaking in the sink and it smelt horrible.
Of course the Dursleys hated him they wanted to be the picture of normal and he was different. How different he didn't know yet though.
They heard the click of the letter-box and flop of letters on the doormat.
"Get the post Dudley," said Uncle Vernon.
Dudley scowled and Harry sighed as he stood up. He knew he would end up getting the post anyway and decided it was not worth the fight.
Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was holidaying on the Isle of Wright, a brown envelope that looked like a bill and – a letter for Harry.
Mr H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Harry turned the letter over and saw the wax seal was purple bearing a coat of arms; a lion, and eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter 'H'.
"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter –bombs?"
Harry scowled and shoved his letter into his pocket. There was no way he would let the Dursleys take his letter.
After giving the Dursleys their mail he left the house to sit in his favourite spot. The spot was a grassy area that over looked most of the suburban area that contained Privet Drive. Smiling as he looked over the houses Harry took out his letter. He was surprised to note no return address. He slipped it open.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on the 1September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Harry couldn't believe what he had just read. Wizards? That actually explained a lot. He reread the letter. So it was a school that taught magic, he was interested in this. But what did it mean by owl? How was he supposed to send his letter?
It was two days later before Harry decided to simply send a letter saying Hogwarts School with his response. After all he had nothing to lose by doing so and no other ideas. (1)
Dear Mrs McGonagall,
I hope this letter will reach you but I have my doubts.
I'm afraid that I have not had any prior knowledge of Witchcraft or Wizardry. I hope this will not hinder my placement at your school as I am eager to learn. I also have no knowledge as to where and how I will purchase any school equipment. May a representative of your school please meet with me at my residence to explain things properly?
It was the morning of his birthday when Harry awoke to a loud knocking on his cupboard door. He opened it to find a shaking purple-faced Vernon.
"You have a guest," he spat out before turning and storming to the kitchen.
Harry just smiled and went to the front door where a curious, rather large, cheerful woman with light purple hair and matching robes blinked at him.
"Bless my eyes its Harry Potter," the woman smiled good-naturedly and shook his hand.
"Yes, are you Mrs McGonagall?" Harry asked politely.
"Good lord no," She tittered, "I'm Professor Sprout, I teach Herbology at Hogwarts. I was shocked to find out that you knew nothing of your heritage. Did your family not know how to tell you?"
"My RELATIVES," he started coolly, stressing relatives to emphasise that they were not his family, "thought that beating the magic from me would work and never told me about it."
Professor Sprout eyes narrowed, "Perhaps I better speak to your Guardians quickly before we continue this chat somewhere else then?"
Harry nodded taking in her change in demeanour. He guessed that she had some experience in these things.
"If that is what you feel is best," he said tonelessly.
"Can you go pack your things for me Harry?" she asked.
Harry nodded as he ran to his cupboard. He didn't want to stay in this house another second. Throwing his small amount of hand-me-down clothes and his school things into his backpack he ran back to the door.
Seconds later Professor Sprout appeared smiling in front of him.
"Come on Harry let's get you to Hogwarts," she sang smiling.
Harry couldn't stop himself smiling back.
(1) I'm assuming the muggle post is monitored and this will work. I mean how else did Petunia manage to send a letter to Dumbledore in the seventh book?
Next Chapter will be Hermione and Ron's childhoods.
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