The Last of the Dasliu

Chapter 1

Reference:
Bold- Catspeak
Italics- Parseltongue
Bold and underlined- Authorspeak

Before they got into the car, Harry's uncle Vernon took the time to warn him that he would spend a week in his cupboard if he so much as blinked wrong. But at least he was allowed to go.

*skips the car trip bc I'm lazy*

The animal shelter was filled with all sorts of barks, mews, and chirps from the variety of animals. Dudley immediately got an employee to lead him into the dog room, his parents following after him.

Harry was left alone to wander, and he eventually ended up in a strange room. It wasn't nearly as welcoming as the rooms for adoption hopefuls. Animals of all species and sizes lounged around in crates, looking rather pathetic.

What really caught his eye were two crates, next to eachother in the corner. In one was a skinny black cat, with beautiful green eyes that looked just like Harry's.

“Hello, kitty.” Harry said.

“Hello human. Are you here to put me out of my misery at last?”

“WHAT?! What's wrong?!”

“I have been here too long, with no one wanting me, so the plonits have been forced to have to put me down.”

“Plonits?”

“Non magic people. You would call them muggles.”

“But… magic isn't real.”

The cat let out a purring laugh. “You're talking in cat. That's rare magic.”

Harry cocked his head. “No, you're speaking English.”

“I can assure you, you're magical. Now, will you PLEASE let me out?”

“...Fine.” Harry poked his head outside of the room. An employee, upon seeing him, ran over. “Have you found an animal that you would like to meet? These animals have been kept here so long without being taken that we're giving them away for free, since the other option would be putting them down.”

Harry smiled. Gesturing to the two cages that had caught his attention, he asked her to let him see the black cat and the small golden snake sleeping in the adjacent cage.

The employee took Harry into one of the small visitation rooms, and soon brought in the cat and the snake. The snake had woken up, and was glaring at the world through vivid violet eyes. The employee, whose nametag identified her as Sarah, smiled at Harry and closed the door.

“So,” a feminine voice filled the room. “Are you going to save us, little human?”

“Yes, I suppose.” Harry replied.

The cat, after telling him that his name was Ebony, jumped onto Harry's lap. The snake, Goldryn, curled around Harry's wrist like a serpentine bracelet.

“So, young master, seeing as you are a wizard, who are your parents?” Goldryn had proven herself fluent in what Ebony had called Catspeak.

“James and Lily Potter. Why?”

Ebony almost fell of Harry’s shoulder. “LILY POTTER NEE EVENS?!?!”

“Well… yes…”

“So, you are not only a Pureblood, but you are also the last Dasliu. And a prince.”

Harry jumped almost a foot in the air. “No, you must be thinking of a different Lily Evens. Neither of my parents were royalty, and definitely not Dasani whatever.”

“No, Harry. Lily Potter nee Evens was the princess of the Dasliu, or cat demons, which would explain your ability to communicate in Catspeak. Why you don't have your markings yet is beyond me.”

Goldryn chimed in. “Every last Dasliu was killed by the Blood Brothers.”

The name sent a shiver down Harry’s spine. “The Blood Brothers? Who are they?”

Ebony answered him. “The Blood Brothers are a group of pureblood supremacists. They and their followers had infiltrated all layers of the wizarding world. The leaders are three men called Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Grindlewald. On October 31st, when you were but one year old, the two brothers that the entire world knew about, Voldemort and Grindlewald, made it inside the cottage where your mother and father had hidden themselves. They killed your father, and Lily was able to take down Grindlewald before Voldemort killed her. Then Voldemort approached your cradle, but when he tried to kill you, your parents’ sacrifice protected you, and the curse rebounded. Voldemort is said to have been destroyed. Long story short, you're pretty famous.”

Harry stared at the cat for a while. “I thought you said there were three leaders?”

“Yes, there are. The thing is, hardly anyone knows that Dumbledore is one of the Blood Brothers. He remains the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the only school of magic in the country.”

“He was able to concoct a story that he killed Grindlewald, picked you out of the wreckage of your parents’ house, and took you to your only living relatives, muggles. He claimed that your Godfather had betrayed your parents to the Brothers, and had the man thrown into Askaban without a trial,” Goldryn added.

“But what can we do about this?!” Harry exclaimed.

“For now, nothing. But your eleventh birthday is coming up, young master. Dumbledore will send one of his minions to collect his ‘chosen one.’ You must pretend to be over the moon with gratitude over being saved from your relatives. Persuade the Sorting Hat to put you into Gryffindor.”

“I don't know what the Sorting Hat is, and I don't know what Gryffindor is,  but I will try my best. Just tell me what to do.”

Sarah opened the door, and asked Harry if he wanted a pet carrier for Ebony. Harry smiled at her, and assured her that he wouldn't need it. As if on cue, Ebony curls up around his neck like a scarf and purrs.

Sarah looked shocked to see Ebony acting this friendly, but smiled and began giving him a lecture on how to care for him. Another on care for Goldryn followed.

Harry thanked Sarah, and snuck out of the shelter with his new pets. Dudley was still standing with the Dursleys in the dog area, trying to decide between two different pit bulls.

Harry hid in the bushes outside of the shelter and spoke to Ebony and Goldryn. “You two are magical, right?”

After both animals nodded, he continued. “I live at number 4, Privett Drive, in Little Whinging. Can you make it there? My bedroom is the cupboard under the stairs.”

“Alright, Harry. We'll see you at home. We'll be sure not to be seen.” At that, Ebony and Goldryn disappeared with a crack.

Harry headed back into the shelter to find a flustered looking Sarah trying to force both of the pitbulls that Dudley had been looking at into pet carriers. Typical Dursleys.

Harry had to lug the carriers out to the car, the Dursleys and Harry departed.