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2025-05-09
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The Snake

Summary:

The Dursleys had noticed that something was off, but didn't say anything. Even if they did, Harry wouldn't care. The last few weeks, Harry could barely do something other than chores, sleeping and cutting. He didn't cry. He barely ate, and, isn't that funny, aunt Petunia actually forced him to eat.

 

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OR:
I wanted some cool summary with a cool, long and very smart word explanation (I don't even know how it's called!), but after thinking about Ouroboros (which I like, and it KINDA fits, but not rlly), some latin shit and not liking anything I decided to scrap it.

Notes:

I want to say that I've got no idea what I'm going for with this story. What I've established is:

1. there will be lots of horcrux manifestations. like all of them, except for scar-crux (and probably the Nagini one?) will manifest in the real world and... shower Harry with the love he deserves? yeah.
2. Harry is.. fascinated by blood. so there will be lots of blood.
3. POSSIBLY! I'm not sure yet! but maybe there will be cannibalism. I'm still deciding. but if I decide to add it, I'm going to assume the tag, so dw.
4. I'm going to put one of The Toms on the DADA position. Not saying how but yeah, I've thought about this a lot. At least more than the general plot...

So if any of you have ideas please comment! even if you don't, still comment what you think about this!! i've actually started writing the second chapter already, so yeah. I hope that this story will be a bit more.. frequently updated than my other ones.... oops...
Anyway, have fun reading! And have a good day <3

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Chapter 1

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Harry woke up feeling disoriented. His head hurt. He felt numb. He has gotten used to the feeling; it was even welcome. Uncle Vernon had beaten him really hard the day before. It was awful by itself, but the worst thing? Harry asked for it.

It began in the summer after Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts. Actually, it probably started the day when Cedric was killed. Or maybe the day he was born; the butterfly effect and all that.

When the young Potter returned to the Dursleys, he didn't cry. The first day, he did everything as he was told. The second day, he screamed at night, and got punished. The third day? He craved.
Harry craved punishment, in a way he's never craved anything (even food). The boy (Freak-) felt like he deserved it.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault Cedric died.
I'm sorry. I should have been stronger.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been born at all.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry-"

Blood has soaked the parchment. His left arm was painted with cuts. There were drops of tears on the paper. His usually bright, Killing Curse green eyes were now dull and dry now.

He couldn't even do his homework. Every time he tried, it turned into a mess of apologies, and the pages became soaked with tears, blood, or both.

While doing chores, Harry made sure to mess something up, so that uncle Vernon would punish him. It became a routine. The Dursleys had noticed that something was off, but didn't say anything. Even if they did, Harry wouldn't care. The last few weeks, Harry could barely do something other than chores, sleeping and cutting. He didn't cry. He barely ate, and, isn't that funny, aunt Petunia actually forced him to eat.

 

 

  • Wake up from nightmares
  • Chores
  • Try to eat
  • Chores
  • Cut
  • Go to sleep
  • Repeat

Blood poured on the floor. Perhaps, he cut too deep?..

It was all red.
What a beautiful colour, huh (Weren't Voldemort's eyes red?-)..

. . !

Harry woke up, gasping for breath. He still felt the cold of Cedric's palm.
..When did he go to sleep?
Oh, right, he didn't. He passed out. He should probably dress up...

 

 

Potter had just finished bandaging his arm, when he heard some distant noises, that pulled him out of the autopilot state he was in for the past few weeks. They sounded like apparition.

"Wha.." His voice felt weak and raspy. He didn't speak for a while.
Harry cleared his throat.
"What's going on?.." He asked, as if someone would answer.

He still felt lightheaded. Maybe he'd imagined it?..

..No, there it is again. 

The teen heard some voices. Someone was trying to open the front door. Harry grabbed his trunk - that was mostly packed, he didn't bother taking his things out - and put his razor, and tons of wet, bloody parchment inside. He gripped the trunk tight, and waited.

 And waited.

And waited.

And-

 

"Potter?"