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A Serpent\'s Mate

By: NightsMare
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Salazar
Rating: Adult ++
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Disclaimer: I'm Poor, don't own Harry potter or the songs, don't sue!

A Serpent's Mate

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Disclaimer:
I don’t own Harry Potter. That great right belongs to J.K. Rowling, her
publishers and WB studios. Nor do I own Unchained Melody or Just the Two of Us
(Beautiful songs that they are.) Thank you.



 



 Summery:
The past isn’t all it seems and everything we “know” as truth is changed
forever. Godric was always the charmer when it came to both men and women but
when Salazar takes the beautiful hermaphrodite, Jasmine Gaunt as his wife and
barer of his heirs the golden lion sees red. Salazar made the mistake of
leaving the true entrance to the Chamber of Secrets open and in a ploy of
revenge Godric traps our young snake there in his animagus form. One thousand
years later, enter one Harry Potter. Answer to Challenge made by mistress_of_malfoy.
Dark Harry/ Slytherin in later chapters. Possible tales of rape later. You have
been warned.



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style='color:black'> A Serpent’s Mate



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style='mso-tab-count:1'>            They backed toward the door, nodding
and beaming at anyone who looked at them, and a minute later were hurrying back
up the passageway full of black candles.



style='mso-tab-count:1'>            “Pudding might not be finished yet,”
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style='mso-tab-count:1'>            And then Harry heard it.style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;color:black'>



           



style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>“… Noo! ... Stop,
release me!”



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style='color:black'>It was the same cold voice he had heard in Lockhart’s
office; however it was no longer murderous. This voice was panicked, in pain,
as though the owner was fighting its captor! Harry didn’t even hear Ron or
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style='mso-tab-count:1'>            “Help
me! … Stop them, stop!”



style='color:black'>At that moment Harry did stop with Ron and Hermione not far
behind at a sight that made his heart stop. A cat, hung by its tail from a
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style='color:black'>“The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the
heir, beware…” Hermione intoned.  style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;color:black'>



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style='mso-tab-count:1'>            “But Harry, it could have been a
trap!” Ron ranted in the Gryffindor commons, after everyone else had gone to
bed.



style='mso-tab-count:1'>            “Who or what ever it was could have
been luring you to your death or something!”



           



style='color:black'>“I KNOW!” Harry bursted out angrily, then winced at the
look Hermione gave him and lowered his voice.



           



style='color:black'>“I know that Ron, but, agh I don’t know… I can’t help it,”
the raven haired youth tried to explain. Harry paced the room trying to think
of a way to describe the feeling he had when he had heard the despairing calls.
The young wizard knew he had heard that voice somewhere before. Long before he
knew Ron or Hermione, before he knew about Hogwarts or that he was the Boy-Who-Lived.
Oddly enough the sound of that voice echoed back to the worse years of living
with the Dursleys.



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style='color:black'>Harry sighed and sat down on the couch before looking
miserably at his friends.



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style='color:black'> “D’you reckon I
should have told them about that voice I heard?”



style='color:black'>“No,” said Ron without hesitation. “Hearing voices no one
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style='color:black'>Something in Ron’s voice made Harry ask, “You believe me,
don’t you?”



style='color:black'>“‘Course I do,” said Ron quickly. “But – you must admit
it’s weird…”



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style='color:black'>Harry nodded quietly. It was definitely weird, in more ways
then his friends could possibly know.



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style='mso-tab-count:1'>            Harry had finally gotten some sleep
later that week. The familiarity of the mysterious voice having plagued his
every thought, dark circles had surrounded his eyes. It was the dream that came
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style='mso-tab-count:1'>            Six year old Harry whimpered with
unshed tears in his brilliant eyes as he curled up in his cupboard, bruises
covering his small body. Hope had all but diminished in the petite child as the
song “Just the Two of Us” floated from outside. It was Valentine’s Day and he
had been punished for getting more Valentines then his cousin, in Kindergarten.
It hadn’t been his fault that more kids liked him then Dudley. It certainly
wasn’t his fault that most of the kids were male!



           



style='color:black'>However, Uncle Vernon hadn’t cared. The whale of a man had
beaten poor Harry bloody, calling him a ‘freaky faggot’ whatever that was,
though Harry knew if it came in that tone form Uncle Vernon, it couldn’t be
good, and threw him in the cupboard without supper! Harry himself had no idea
what he did wrong as all his Valentine cards had been burned, so the young boy
cried softly as not to wake anyone.



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style='color:black'>Soon the clock outside had hit midnight. Someone must have
left the radio on as He heard the gentle tune of “Unchained Melody” playing.style='font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Arial;color:black'>



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style='color:black'>Oh, my love

my darling

I've hungered for your touch



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“Why do you cry youngling,”style='color:black'> a voice whispered softly at Harry’s ear, yet it seemed to
surround in completely at the same time.



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“W-who’ss there,” style='color:black'>Harry’s voice trembled softly, though it was underlined
with a strange hissing sound. As the child had asked, he felt warmth curl
around him. It was as though someone was hugging him. But that didn’t make any
since! Who would hug a freak like him?



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“I have been waiting in the dark, ssso long,
I will not let you hurt ssso much,”
The
voice whispered, not answering Harry’s question. The ‘hug’ continued with soft
strokes down the six year old’s back lovingly, calming him.
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style='color:black'>A long lonely time

and time goes by so slowly

and time can do so much

are you still mine?

I need your love

I need your love

Godspeed your love to me



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Soon
there were soft gentle touches over his bruises. As the touches continued,
Harry’s injuries slowly started to heal.



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“Thisss iss my gift to you youngling, but
asss for now, I mussst go…,”
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voice mused mournfully in Harry’s
ear. That made the youth start.
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Lonely rivers flow to the sea,

to the sea

to the open arms of the sea

lonely rivers sigh 'wait for me, wait for me'

I'll be coming home wait for me



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“What, wait don’t go,”style='color:black'> Harry whispered softly, not wanting to be alone again. The
warm sweet hugs in and of itself turned mournful as if not wanting to leave the
youth.



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            style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>“In time youngling, I will be with you
again; we shall be together in Slytherin’s Lair,” the voice murmured
softly. However, Harry trembled, wanting to leave with the voice.
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            style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>“At least tell me your name, please!”
The youth tried desperately as to keep the voice near him.
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style='color:black'>Oh, my love

my darling

I've hungered for your touch

a long lonely time

and time goes by so slowly

and time can do so much

are you still mine?

I need your love

I need your love

Godspeed your love to me



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            style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>“Call me, Sssal…” The voice wisped
around the child, like a warm breeze as ‘Sal’ disappeared from the tiny
cupboard.



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            Harry
wake with a start just before dawn.



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style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Sal…,” he whispered in awe. The youth hadn’t
even thought of Sal since he was seven! How could he have forgotten his old
protector and friend? More off, how did Sal end up in Hogwarts? He had sounded
as though he were panicked, in pain even. Was someone hurting him? Then it hit
Harry like a blugger.



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style='color:black'>Sal…



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It was
more of a nickname then a real name but who would have a nickname like that in
the wizarding world, as Harry was now positive that Sal had to be a wizard.
Harry’s eyes grew large as he figured it out.



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“Oh…
bloody… hell…,” the youth murmured. Sal, Salazar… Salazar Slytherin…
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A/n: yes I know I made the first
meeting between Harry and Slytherin more then a little sappy, but I figured
Salazar had to get Harry’s trust started somehow. What better way then while
one is a small child, when one have lots of trust to spare? At any rate, please
review. No flamers please, as it helps no one and really just gets annoying to
read. Also, how Salazar got to Privet
Drive
from Hogwarts with only Harry noticing will
be explained later. Ja ne!