2018 Writing Scrapbook

The Snake Boy

Note: This is a Christmas present for my friend Gavin. He is a huge fan of Harry Potter, so I wrote him this fan fiction about the wizarding world. 

Snakes slithered from every crevice of his life. They were in his crest, in his common area, on his flags that he flew during matches of Quidditch. They were the beasts that he tamed within his room at Hogwarts, under the floorboards of his dormitory. Green, with daggers as scales- sharp diamonds with a slicing vertex. Eyes that were cunning.

He understood them so well. When he looked into their eyes, he saw himself- the same ambition, the same cunning determination, and the same unpredictability. Cold intelligence like the Ravenclaws, but the quietness about it that only Slytherins could display. That is who he was, and that's who they were.

Green flooded his eyes, his chambers in the castle. They blended in with him, and he blended in with them. As he went to class, day after day, he thought of them. They were sleek beauties, and as he sat without movement in the back of the room, he envisioned them. The hurt in their eyes. The longing for something more. So he would give them something more.

The day came at long last, and he rushed to his room once the school day was complete. "Come to me, my darlings," he whispered to them. With his wand at hand, he whisked them out of concealment. They inched up his arm and twirled around his torso. "Come rule with me."

Only the snakes could understand his flickering of tongues. To any onlookers, it would've appeared that he was hissing and the blind air. "Parselmouth," his teacher had informed him. "You're a bloody Parselmouth!"

"Yes, our master," they replied with a slick voice. "We shall come with you."

He hid them in his bag and trekked through the halls, staying near the walls. A multitude of glares was shot at him, quite common for someone from his neck of the woods. For they all knew. They all knew of his heritage, and he was determined to make them pay for their ridicule. "It is time," he murmured in the dining hall as dinner was being served. "It's time."

Then in English, "Serpensortia!" They sprang from his wand and he ran as the hall burst into a frenzy of frantic screams and spells being cast. Magic leaped from wall to wall, but he continued running until he found sanctuary. They would inject their venom and return to him. After all, he was the snake boy, and there was no way that he'd let himself be caught.