Because We Are Snakes

Chapter 7

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Because We Are Snakes – The Nesting Urge 

It was the middle of the night… again. And Harry could not sleep… again. Though this time it was due to hunger it was just as ridiculous. Even Kreacher was starting to look good these days, and wasn’t that a disgusting notion.

His sheets were bundled up in the middle of the bed every time he actually got to sleep and he was completely confused as to why he was laying on top of them instead of underneath.

His body was acting weird… again.

Harry didn’t know what the hell was going on with his body lately, certainly it was not food deprivation, he was eating twice his fill with all the food Mrs. Weasley tended to make –he still didn’t know how she could afford to pay for so much food- so it made no sense that he was hungry all the time. Then again, all the meat she made was… well… cooked. And he really needed something more on the bloody side.

Today had been a long day, there was way too many people in the house because of another Order meeting they were still not allowed to attend and the twins were driving everyone insane, that along with the still persistent snoring, his hunger and the blatant Ministry approved slander were in turn cutting the reins of his composure very, very, short. He was sure at some point he was going to blow up on someone.

Harry was grateful everyone was asleep. It meant he could sneak about and find something proper to eat. Once he made it to the kitchen though, he was very disappointed and highly peeved; there were plenty of left-overs but no uncooked meat.

‘Bloddy hell! Fish, fish, fish, just bloody fucking fish… what the hell would I want fish for? Where the hell is the meat?!’

It was time to hunt then.

He took his cloak, and still barefoot, made his way out to the conveniently placed miles of park just across the street. In the cover of darkness his eyes turned yellow, though without the deathly glow which could take a man down in seconds, and his face adorned scales and sharp pointy fangs dripping with venom at the prospect of a nice juicy morsel. His scaled feet made almost no noise as he walked through the trees smelling he air in search of prey.

In under twenty minutes he had a small fox with a broken neck in his hands and without thought he was crouching under a tree in the light of the pale moon as he stripped the pet of the animal’s body with his clawed hands. He didn’t think it twice before sinking his teeth on it and begun to eat like an animal starving while moaning in pleasure. 

It really did hit the spot.

“Well, that’s just…” a voice began. “Cruel, that’s what that is mate.” Another finished.

He looked up startled –Harry could not believe he was so out of it he didn’t hear someone coming- and was confronted with Fred and George leaning against a tree right in front of him.

‘Fuck.’

“Have you no pity” “For us foxes?”

He didn’t know what to say, honestly, what do you say to fox animagus when the catch you in flagrante delicto chewing on dead fox?

“Are going to eat us Harry?” They asked in unison, which was still creepy as hell.

What the hell do you answer to that? Except… maybe… “No”

“Alright” “We can work with that”

“I was getting a bit peaky and all there was in the house was fish, clearly I was craving something else.”