Rating: M for slight language and and torture.

Warnings: Slightly-manipulative but not "evil"!Dumbledore, Megalomaniac Harry.

Disclaimer: I don't, and never will, own Harry Potter. All it's plots and characters belong to J.K. Rowling and company.

A/N: This chapter is updated and edited on 8/11/13. I thought it wise to do a light editing to the first few chapters. They were kind of written in hurry and I was not quite satisfied with them. Your comments are appreciated!

Italics for parseltongue.

A short scrawny boy could be seen walking down the road near Wisteria walk, towards his Aunt's and Uncle's house. It was only a modest kilometer away from their house over to the Surrey, in Little Whinging. A lot of bad memories lay there in past and in present time. He avoided as much as he could going back to that house. Harry felt oddly free staying outside than in, especially during summer time and this year round, it was no different.

He didn't liked it when he was shunned and bullied. Who would, be bullied and derive fun out of it? He tried to stay far as much as he could from Dudley and his friends. He was alone and he was okay with it. Sure he would like it if he had some company but it didn't matter to him, much.

After so many years, it just felt normal to him that his presence not be recognized except when he was required to do the dishes, the gardening, weeding, and all other petty works around the house. It was no use complaining anymore. He had learnt that lesson quite early not to say anything against Dudley or almost anything else. It was and probably will always be-his fault.

God he hated summers.

Dudley could almost be tolerated, if not on occasion where he would take out frustrations on him. At school, he only had to worry about him during recess and short breaks but in summer he had to watch his back every second, every day. He literally had no place to go. Vernon didn't acknowledge his presence much but when he did…

Harry gave an involuntary shudder. He could only hope so that times could change, a time when he wouldn't need to do things to survive and actually live. A time where he would be strong.

Meanwhile, he had to be cunning, extremely cautious, and a display obedience. By that, he needn't worry about them actually killing him by not giving him food or locking him up and forgetting him altogether.

He couldn't help but wince at the sight of the house. With utmost reluctance, he made his way into it, silently, hoping his presence wouldn't be recognized.

A high pitch shout made Harry's face blanch as Aunt Petunia came running forward. He couldn't help but wonder what wrong did he do now.

Harry potter was not having a good day. No, his good day's schedule would generally consist of doing chores. It would start in the morning cooking breakfast for the Dursleys while he sat somewhere kitchen eating a morsel of bread. Then his aunt would order to clean the house, the backyard, the garage and doing gardening while his aunt watched everything with a hawk eye. At noon he would be given something to eat, but never as much he wanted, or needed. Then he would probably hide in his 'room' to avoid any generally confrontations, with anyone. They would always end badly and Harry wanted to be left alone.

Were relatives always supposed to be like this? Harry couldn't help but wonder. What he wouldn't give to receive a hug, or warmth exuding from them. What he wouldn't give to call someone 'mum' or 'dad.'

He had then resolved, then and there. He would never show his true feelings or weakness. He couldn't possibly live up to his Aunt's and Uncle's expectation. Frankly, even Harry wouldn't do it for them if they told him with utmost sweetness to crawl up a hole and die. He had given up and shoved down those touchy feelings whenever they arose. Those feelings made his heart clench and his face would show the desperation and despair he was in. He hated being so…bare. His face was a cool mask of blankness. But some of the hurt currently showed when he was shoveling the dirt in back of the garden. Not the emotional hurt, but physical hurt. Harry Potter was really not having a good day.

The reason behind it- Dudley Dursley. Harry was going about his 'good day' schedule when out of nowhere Dudley came in his way. Harry's face was impassive while he watch Dudley smirk; Harry knew he was in trouble. He slipped when he tried to run and managed to sprain his foot and gashes across his arms. When he finally reached home he found an irate aunt blathering about spoiled vegetables and him telling lies. He didn't even receive treatment for the wounds while Dudley was treated to a special dinner at a restaurant. Next day, Harry had to work again even when he was limping. His anger boiled when he saw a smug look on his aunt's face.

Bad things happened when Harry Potter was angry and he was currently on the verge of snapping. A comment later form his aunt, he did.

"Make sure to store those tools away boy! Unlike you they aren't cheap." With that his aunt headed back to the house. Harry's whole demeanor changed. The hot anger he felt suddenly went cold, ice cold. He didn't even realize the shovel held a distinct impression of his hand print embossed across handle bar. He didn't even realize the amount of magic gathered at an incredibly small focus in front of him. He didn't even realize the sudden coldness in the temperature around him, or the dark mist that surrounded him.

He did notice a colorful snake in his garden when he came back after depositing tools in shed. Harry gawked at the snake which lay coiled up looking intently at him. The snakes had alternate stripes of blue and black while his eyes were cool grey with green slits. There was only one word Harry had when he saw when the snake, "Brilliant!" Harry frowned as it came out as a hiss and snarl.

"Master!" The snake responded and harry took a step back. Odd things always happened when Harry Potter was around but even he knew that talking to snakes was not usual for him.

"Wha…Who are you?" Harry asked and again he could feel the hiss coming out of his mouth.

"Frost, the frostwinder." Replied the snake. Harry was sure he heard certain smugness in her…its voice.

"You summoned me master. Your magic, summoned me." Harry was not definitely sure he heard sort of confusion behind her…its voice. 'Why am I thinking of her as a female?' Harry asked to himself.

"How…?" Harry whispered and then added with a force,"I'm not your master!" He didn't fancy any one becoming someone's servant.

"You don't want me Master? I…I shall do as my Lord commands if that's his wish…" Harry winced at the hurt in her voice. This time he was sure the snake was a female.

"That's not what I meant!" Harry added hastily. He finally had someone to have a decent conversation and he would be foolish to let it go. This snake appeared to be different. Moreover, she could be useful. Harry couldn't tell how but he knew instinctively. Harry's eyes widened as the stripes brightened and then returned as they were before.

"You want me then, My Lord!" The snake almost felt happy and Harry smiled in relief. Back in his mind he calculated how he would exact revenge on the Dursley. But first things first.

"What can you do for me?" Harry felt a bit uncomfortable ordering her servant but it seemed she was here to serve him. He'll just have to wait and see what happens next.

"Many things My Lord!" The snake seemed exuberant and proceeded to show the forstfyre. The grass around her disintegrated in what appeared to be particles of frost. Harry moved forward see exactly what the newly formed frost and the green tint was still visible in the particles. With a quick movement the snake appeared on his arm and shrunk to an appropriate size.

'There is no way that was humanly possible' Harry thought. Various theories were now running past his mind on how painfully he would torture Dursley. With that he asked the question that he was eager to ask, "Are you poisonous?"

"Of course My Lord!" Harry smiled at her antics. She was currently nuzzling his hands. She then stopped an looked at him intently. Harry swore he felt her nervous or a bit anxious.

"My venom isn't that potent My Lord! It can be if you would wish or…" the snake left the sentence hanging. Harry gently asked her to go on.

"Or if you chose to bond with me." Harry stiffened momentarily. He didn't know what bonding meant and was a bit surprised at her saying. What happened next was completely unexpected by Harry.

"It's not necessary My Lord. I should never have exceeded my bounds! Forgive my blatant disrespect." The snake was hysteric and shrunk down to fit in his palms. He felt the snake quiver and for a moment he was disgusted with himself. He never wanted to hurt her not anyone who would deliberately try to mean him harm. But he also wanted to be powerful, to be feared so no one ever dared to.

"It's fine frost, the frostwinder." Harry felt weird at addressing him thus but shrugged it off.

"What's a bond and what do I have to do." The snake grew in size, and began caressing her body against his skin.

"I don't quite know My Lord. I do know that it's a possibility to form a bond with you. If you allow me." Harry weighted his options and then decided to go ahead with it.

"All right! Do it." The snake was bounding with enthusiasm and some of it showed on harry's face too.

"I Frost, the frostwinder pledge myself to Lord, Harry James Potter to serve and protect him till he commands me to do so otherwise." The snake looked expectantly at him as if he was to say something in return. The next words naturally flowed out of him.

"I accept!" Harry could feel a flow of something originating from both, the snake and himself and it connected. Harry felt a bit weak and dizzy and chose wisely to sit on the ground. The pain returned with force and he winced. His ankle was really stiff.

'So that's what the bond entails.' Harry thought and smirked afterwards. It felt to him that some of the energy had transferred to his snake. Harry smiled a true smile and he was proud to say 'his' snake. There was a nagging thought at the back of his head and he thought it better to ask her.

The snake in question was currently baring her proud fangs. Harry was impressed at the length and the sharpness of it. There was something magical about her now, harry could practically feel it.

"Is it possible to create more like you with a specific purpose?" The snake snapped her mouth shut and replied, "Yes." The smile became even larger and he laughed. The smile was soon cut short by irate voice of his aunt.

"Get your filthy body off my garden freak and go take a shower!" Instantly harry's whole demeanor changed.

"They shall pay!" Both Harry and his snake said at the same time.

"Yes aunt Petunia." Harry said with a smile. Her aunt was taken aback by the reaction. While she was plotting the ways to make the 'freaks' life living hell she was quite oblivious to what harry was planning for her.

Albus Dumbledore smiled as he scanned various devices kept on his shelf. It seemed that Harry Potter was showing signs of accidental magic. A proud tear slid across his cheeks and he was filled with pride at budding wizard. Mentally he congratulated himself for arriving at a wonderful decision of putting Harry with his blood relatives. The sour taste hit his taste buds as he popped his lemon drop and he went in temporary dizziness as the shock hit his brain. He absolutely loved himself and was thrilled with the results. He was a bit anxious before when his instruments were ideally buzzing away only indicating to him that he was alive. It made him wonder if his core was gone in few years he grew up. Now he got proof that he was maturing and his instruments were functioning as they were supposed to. He conveniently chose to forget all the plots and schemes he had designed for the boy to trust him explicitly. Only Dumbledore knew the hardships the boy would face when he grew up and the ultimate sacrifice required of him. It was but natural that he get a taste of those hardships he was going to face.

'What wizard would like to live as a muggle?' Dumbledore thought it to be insane. At least the fame won't go to his head.

Right now he was content that he was able to give him a normal childhood that he so deserved, with muggles, of course. No, he very much like Harry Potter being just like the other muggleborn children. Trustworthy and adoring! All he now required was to gain his trust and all his schemes...uh… plans would fall in place.

What Dumbledore couldn't realize that he was absolutely right. And wrong.

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