A Familiar's Intuition

Hi everyone! This is my first Harry Potter story and I hope it turns out well!

Oddly enough, my favorite Harry Potter scene is The Vanishing Glass. And I had an idea. What if the boa constrictor had had a nagging feeling that something was wrong with Harry and gone to Privet Drive to rescue him? What if the snake had been Harry's familiar? What if they had traveled until Harry got his letter? What if the boa constrictor had gone with Harry to Hogwarts? What if Dumbledore was not the saint that he liked everyone to think he was? And what if Voldemort and his Death Eaters were not the monsters the Wizarding World thought they were?

Yes, that's probably too many what if questions for one author's note.

There will be slash in this story, in the form of a Voldemort/Severus pairing. There will be nothing M rated(No sex scenes) There will also be Harry/Luna and Draco/Hermione much later in the story as there is NO way I'm starting romance while they're only 11. Right now, the main focus will be the friendship between Harry and Hercules(the boa constrictor).

The Dursleys will be more abusive in my story than in canon, just as a warning. I will not be overly descriptive of the abuse, but if you think I need to change the rating, let me know.

This author's note has gone on a little too long. On with the show! Please remember to review! And I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the genius of J.K Rowling.

Boa Constrictor POV

"Brazil, here I come! Thanksss, Amigo!" I hissed to the child that had freed me. I wished I could have stayed and talked to him longer, but I had to get out before the zookeepers caught me and stuffed me back into that cramped cage.

Somehow, I got out of the zoo without being noticed and caught. Once I was hidden in a safe place, I thought back to my encounter with the strange child who could speak my language. I felt privileged that I had met a Speaker, especially one as kind as that little hatchling had been. No one, not the zookeepers and definitely not the humans that came to stare at me and tap the glass(I hated that! Didn't they read the sign that says, 'Do Not Tap On Glass?!) had ever cared about me like that. And not only did he care, but he seemed to understand. With that realization, dread overcame me. For some reason that I couldn't comprehend, I felt that something was wrong with that little human hatchling, and that he needed my help.

I went back over the encounter again in my mind. What had made me think that? What's going on here? Remembering my first look at the child, I recalled that he seemed tiny for a human(especially compared to that pig boy that whined at his father to tap my cage) and looked like he hadn't eaten well in a long time. And when I had passed him, I tasted something familiar in the air, similar to the scent from my many meals. Blood.

Had he gotten hurt when that pig boy pushed him down? Anger filled me when I remembered that moment, my new friend being shoved to the ground hard, and me in the cage unable to help him. I wish that I had done something more that simply snap at the heels of those… things… as I fled, but I knew I needed to get out quickly. Most of my focus had been on my new friend at that moment, but I suddenly remembered something else. The human adults that I assumed were with the pig boy and my little hatchling…had smiled. And then it hit me harder than when I was first placed in the cage and tried to ram my way out through the glass(Not one of my better ideas). They had hurt him. Were probably still hurting him! I had to get to him, fast! But how?

Just as I thought that, a strange pull came over me, encouraging me to move in a certain direction. Snakes trust their instincts, so I knew I had to follow it. It took me three days, traveling through the night and hiding and sleeping through the day to find the source of the pull on the third evening. It was a large white human house with a few squares of glass on it and a few strange plants in front of it. I hid behind the big plant next to the nearest square and looked through it.

Inside, the towering human male loomed over my frightened hatchling, screaming something I couldn't understand. Suddenly he punched my hatchling in the face hard, making my hatchling fall to the ground. My hatchling curled up in a ball, trying to protect his head. Only the glass and the knowledge that if I did what I so wanted to do, that I would never be able to get my hatchling out of there prevented me from going in there and slowly crushing that human to death. I certainly didn't want to, but I had to wait.

The hulking human male grabbed my hatchling by the collar and threw him into a tiny room, shutting and latching the door. It was two horrible hours before the bad human lumbered up the things they called "stairs" and I determined it was safe to rescue my amigo. I couldn't budge the square of glass I was at, so I checked the others. One was open, just a crack, but enough that I could push my nose through and shove it open enough to get in. Silently, I slithered through the rooms until I found the one my friend had been thrown into. I stared at the latch, trying to figure out how to open it. Biting down on the cold metal and tugging it, I finally managed to pull it loose and the door came open slightly.

As I pushed open the door, I heard a soft, frightened whimper. Pushing the door open fully, I noticed my hatchling curled into a ball, hands covering his face in an attempt to protect himself. "Please Uncle…don't hurt me…" he murmured, shaking. I knew enough human language from the zoo to interpret what he said, and responded as gently as possible, trying to soothe his terror. "No, Amigo. It's me. I'm going to get you out of here."

Hoped you liked my first chapter of my very first Harry Potter story! I know the boa constrictor probably was a little too intelligent, but my excuse is that he's lived at the zoo for a long time and picked up on a lot of things. Plus, you never truly know what goes on in a snake's head!

Please review! Constructive criticism will always be accepted, flames will be ignored.