Because We Are Snakes

Chapter 4

Because We Are Snakes - The Hellish Summer

Summer so far had been one clusterfuck after the other. He was still having nightmares and his relatives were getting absolutely annoying... more than usual if he dared say so.

The unquenchable hunger inside him was going to drive him insane and he found he could no longer eat fresh vegetables. Fruits, seeds, grains, and pretty much just about anything as fair game and meat was tasting as good as he imagined heaven would feel lately but vegetables sent him into a pucking fit filled with cramps that were as horrible as detention with Snape or the idea if kissing said man.

Dudley was on a diet again, which meant he too was on a diet as 'moral support', the main menu... lettuce.

'Yippie.'

That brought him back to Dudley, one of Harry's biggest concerns at the moment.

Dudley kept taunting him about Cedric and Harry was just about ready to kick him in the balls, regardless of the beating he would get after it from Uncle Vernon. It would all be so, so, worth it in the end. To hear Dudley scream and feel his balls crunch under his foot. But he had already gotten several beatings in the three weeks he had been at Number Four because he kept waking everyone up in the middle of the night with his screams, so he thought he might want to curve his urges to prevent any more.

It would not be good to provoke Vernon to beat him; the fat bastard seemed to be going for the record as it was... so he might as well do his best to not give him the satisfaction.

His beloved cousin had been yapping non-stop for ten minutes not as Harry knelt on the ground as he played with his gardening tools. Finally, Dudley decided to leave him be and go after some other poor soul in the neighborhood for him and his cronies to torment, it left Harry to finally being able to go back to tending his garden. This was his garden, not Petunia's as she claimed every summer before the judges of the neighborhood counsil, because he was the one who took care of it since he was six and every single one of those first place ribbons on Aunt Petunia's mantle from the Best Garden Award belonged to him and him alone.

One of these days he would leave this place, he knew, and he would burn the whole bloody garden out of spite and take every single one of those ribbons with him. He would love to see Petunia's face when he did it, it would be positively amusing.

'Huh... Funny how picturing Aunt Petunia's face in different situations has become a bit of a pastime these days.'

As Dudley walked away he made it a point to not look in his cousin's direction, not because he was afraid of Dudley, being poisonous kind of cured him of that particular ailment, but because every time he looked at the bigger boy he could not help but think that his whale of a cousin looked like a pig ready to slaughter and he was so very hungry.

'He might even taste like pork.'

'Gods my life is so weirds... I'm so weird.'

He should find some fresh meat to eat soon or he would end up sinking his teeth into Dudley, he was sure of it, and it would not bode well for his reputation if people found out he ate his cousin.

He had already found himself staring intently at Dudley in several occasions, his thoughts going from 'Here piggy, piggy.' to 'Die, let me rip you, let me kill you... kill, kill, kill.' And most distressingly 'Tear you to pieces... eat your heart raw.' Sometimes he was sure the only reason he hadn't eaten his cousin yet was because the guy was so positively big he would in no way be able to hide the rest of the body...

'although, maybe burying him in the garden?'

Nah, there was no way he was going to uproot his roses to hide Dudley's mutilated corpse. Besides, questions would be asked and the last thing he needed was people looking at him too closely. Was it awful of him that he was currently more concerned about uprooting his roses than the possibility of killing his cousin and having to find a place to hide the body? Maybe, but his morals had been going through a very thorough remaking since the end of second year and currently hung very loosely.