Son of Serpents.

On a freezing November morning, in 1981, on the step of Number 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey, sat a very special sleeping baby boy. Perhaps, in a different world, the inhabitants of the house would have found the boy when the sun began to rise. Perhaps they would have brought him in and raised him, maybe he would have lived the life others had planned for him. In this world however, he is found by a snake.

HELLO! New fic, but not really? I honestly dont really know if ill continue this, the idea had just been rattling around my head and i seriously couldn't write anything else until i wrote it out lol. I might continue if i feel i can. If anyone wants to take a whack at this premise please go ahead! I would love to read them!Also, as always no beta, so please ignore any errors. If something seems impossible, the answer is magic.Have fun reading, I hope you all like it!