Familiar

A/N…Hey guys, just to say I luv u all. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I only started this a month ago, I cant believe how many people have read this and how many have reviewed. But theres always room for more reviews.

Keitachan, thank you for understanding where I was going with Manny.
Ally, luv your enthusiasm, I luv demon fics too, hav u read the silent killers. If not I’d recommend it.
Draconayzia, always a pleasure to here from you, I’m glad you liked the change.
Marille, Glad you like it. No matter where you look familiars are always guiders, I think that to do it they don’t nessecarily have to know everything about the world to guide them but they have to know everything about their Master and instinctively they know how to apply that knowledge and help them in the best way. Krai is slowly increasing Harry’s confidence because he sees that that is the only thing that stands in his way.
Thrnbrooke, You’ll have to wait and see.
Anon, heres some more talking for you.


Chapter 7: Answers

For the rest of the day Harry rested, it had already been quite late when he’d got out of the bath, having slept till well after Midday. His body was slowly getting its strength back. He was actually quite surprised, based on the accounts given in the books he had been expecting worse than this. He tired easily, which Krai told him was perfectly natural, when he had tried to take an awakening potion Krai ad told him not to. The potion was a way of keeping someone on their feet even when they wanted to keel over, it wouldn’t help him his body needed sleep and Krai was going to make sure he got it. He had read for a short while, but since he couldn’t practice any of the spells he was trying to learn he soon grew bored. And he just couldn’t relax enough to get into one of the novels he had bought. Krai seeing his restlessness had come over to talk to him, he wound himself around Harry’s arm (it was his favourite spot), hissing in pleasure when his cold scales came into contact with Harry’s warm skin. He and Hedwig had just been out hunting together, he could feel the bulge of Krai’s meal pressed against him. Hedwig was perched on the edge of his bed cleaning her feathers. It surprised him that the two had become such good friends so quickly after meeting, it was strange though sometimes he had the feeling that they could talk to each other. And if they could, he’d bet everything that they talked about him. It was then that Krai began talking, first he spoke of his life behind glass and how this existence was so much better, but then he asked how Harry had lived until now. He hadn’t answered at first, his life had been hard and talking about something like that was difficult, mainly because it was something you wanted to forget about as soon as possible. He didn’t think Krai would let him forget anything though, he’d probably just tell him that life makes you what you are, every single moment of it and Harry knew that he was right, he just didn’t have to like it. So he suggested an exchange, a question for a question. But anything the other refused to speak about was forgotten, as long as he had a good enough reason. Krai agreed.

Krai had asked him many questions and Harry in turn had asked Krai questions, mainly about his life to date but he had asked other questions. Questions that just came to his mind, questions that hadn’t been there one instant, but were so obviously there the next it was almost like they had just snuck into his mind unannounced and his mind hadn’t minded in the least. When this fancy had taken him over he’d asked about himself.

First he’d asked Krai, “do you know what creature blood I have?” and Krai had answered that he did indeed know. He had said that he wouldn’t lie to him, he’d known all along. But he wouldn’t tell him what he would become. And had stated quite firmly that he did have a reason for this and that when he thought Harry was ready to know he would tell him. Harry had accepted his answer, until he remembered what he had asked Dumbledore and how long it had took him to answer it. And at that point Krai had wound himself tighter around his arm and said that he would know the answer soon. That the creature he would become was not found in many modern books and was barely even remembered in the world, he was something rare and altogether too wonderful to be believed. And that he himself would doubt until confronted with the evidence and may even reject what he was then, not understanding the full import of it. He had to be prepared for the answer, the whole answer.

He had accepted that and had moved on.

For his other questions he had simply asked Krai more about his blood, which side of his family it had come from, the answer was both. That had led to another one of those ‘taken over’ moments and he had asked, do I have more than one blood? To which Krai had said…he couldn’t yet say. That had frustrated Harry, all his life people had hid things from him, but in his mind he knew that Krai would never treat him like that and he knew anyway, that the longest he would have to wait would be a year, on his eighteenth birthday, the transformation, whatever it was would be complete.

Those that Krai asked him, were altogether too easy and too difficult, some of the things he had asked him, he hadn’t even thought about himself. Mainly what he thought of himself, how confident he was in certain situations, who his friends were, his enemies, if he had ever loved? Harry’s answer to this had been a blush, he hadn’t loved, he’d liked but he hadn’t loved. Somehow he couldn’t see that in his future.
~Do you wantsss it~
~Yessss~
~Then why do you nots believe you could have it. Your problem Harry isss confidence. Tell me truthfully what do you think of yourssself~
After a moments thought he had answered.
~What ssshould I think of myssself? Ssssince I can remember I wasss worthlesss, sssomething to be tolerated, like a bad sssmell the sssource of which you can’t find. Then I wasss a hero, the one boy dessstined before birth to rid the world of itsss greatessst threat, godssss, that sssoundss s’so pathetic. But whenever I go back there now I’m a freak, worssse than I wass before. And what if I can’t defeat Voldemort, the prophecy ssaysss “the one with the power” it ssayss nothing about me actually doing it, all it ssaysss iss that I could do it. Sssometimess itsss all too much, why me? I don’t think I could. And I don’t want to be a murderer~
Krai shook his head softly.
~Your mind doesssn’t let you ressst doess it? Why are you a freak, when a whole world of peopless like you exissst? Or do you think you are a freak becausse of the dessstiny that hasss s’run your life~
~Which sssshould I think, the world can’t make itss mind up. To the Dursssleysss I’m a freak, to their neighboursss I’m a criminal and they don’t talk to me to find out if thatssss s’true, they just assume its s’true. Then there’ssss the wizarding world, I’m the boy who lived. To sssome that title makesss them want to kill me, the othersss want me to ssstand in front of them and take every hit, cosss I can’t die. Not until one certain day, after I’ve done one certain. And then they call me deluded, attention ssseeking or think I’m the next dark lord. How ssshould I feel, even when my own friendsss turn on me, who do I believe…no wonder I’m confusssed~
~Why sss do you care what other’ssss think. I wasss not asssking what they think of you and that wasss all the anssswer you gave me. Do you believe what they sssay~
~Yesss, no, sssometimesss~
~Why~ he persisted. Harry was silent for so long, Krai thought that he would refuse to answer the question. It hadn’t happened yet, he had phrased them all carefully, not to pry too much but enough to get the answer he needed. Maybe he had gone too far this time.
~I killed my parentsss~ The hissing was so low Krai barely heard it. Noting his Masters pale face, he moved higher, circling his Masters neck. He wished he had arms to give comfort but his words would have to suffice.
~You didn’t, how could you. Did you break into their housse, did you point the wand…no you didn’t. You were probably sssleeping until he came. Why blame yourssself when ssso many othersss could be blamed alssso. Why not blame Dumbledore for not being ssstrong enough to kill him, why not blame the Minissstry for the ssame reasssson~ He hesitated a moment over the next words. ~You could even blame your parentsss~ Harry looked at him shocked.
~You could blame them Harry, for defying him three timesss and placing the burden on your ssshoulderss but you do not and nor ssshould you, their part wasss unwitting and sso wass yoursss. You weren’t even born how can you blame yourssself. The only perssson you can blame iss the dark lord. Everything he hasss ever done hass brought you to thisss, blame him not yourssself. Never blame yourssself for the actionsss of othersss, Harry, or you will end up hating yourssself forever.~

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Later once he had called down, Krai asked him to play a little word game, one where they give you a word and you have to say the first thing that pops into your head. Krai wanted to ask him words and he wanted Harry to tell him who he knew who fit the word best.

The words Krai used were:

Good, to which he had answered Hermione, that had been almost without thinking. She had never done anything to hurt him.
Bad, He’d said Dudley.
Light, Dumbledore.
Dark, Snape.
Evil, Voldemort.
Fun, Weasley Twins.
Angry, Ron.
Family, Remus.
Trust, Neville.

Those were the words he could remember. Krai had asked him others

The last thing he had asked him was…
~Whatsss of the Malfoy boy, the one sss you talked to before you sss found me~
He’d thought then, what did he really think about Malfoy. He was pompous, arrogant, annoying, viscious…that was the Malfoy he had always known and was about to tell Krai that he thought Malfoy was a git…but then he remembered Draco. The boy in the Alley had been none of those things. Harry was startled to realize that he had called Malfoy Draco, only in his mind but still. It was strange but it didn’t feel wrong to call him that, not when he was thinking of the Alley but when he thought of school he was still Malfoy. Finally he gave Krai an answer.
~Confusssion, that isss what he makesss me feel~

A/N…I know I was gonna hav a different character in this chapter to get their reactions to Harry, but I wanted to explore what he thought about people…one in particular. Probably be the chapter after next when I get anothers opinion.

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Merry Christmas (jus incase I don’t get the chance to post next part before New Year)