The black dog watched as a boy that looked so much like the man that he had once known walked along with three others, his expression flat even as the others smiled. The other three boys didn't seem to mind though, the one that seemed all but glued to Harry's side all day, throwing an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders as Harry said something with a smirk that neither of his parents ever would have worn. But Padfoot shoved that thought away as he had decided that he had seen his fill and slipped away into the bushes, a new goal set firmly in his mind. A rat to kill.
Had the wizard stayed a moment longer he heard the four scheming as they always were, one speaking of things that he knew would become true as the others threw around ideas. Would have heard of illicit things that James Potter never would have done lest he give his mother a heart attack, the very same things that Remus had hidden from the bespectacled boy during their school years as smoke had clung to the wolf's skin as it did the four boys now.
Had he stayed a moment longer we would have seen a pair of green eyes stare right into his own, as the snake sought out the creature that had been following him all day, magic thick on the boy's fingertips should he need it to protect his own.
But the dog did leave, and Harry only saw a bush.
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A Darker Form of Magic, book two: Parseltongue
FanfictionAfter a year that could only be described as normal - by Hogwarts standards at least - Harry goes back to the Dursleys for the summer, and comes back to school at the start of term changed in ways his friends can't hope to understand. Students start...
