Chapter 1
Wow. New fear achieved, drowning. They are never going near water again… or, well, they guess they couldn’t even if they wanted to since they’re… you know… dead. Speaking of, where the fuck are they? They can’t see, feel or hear anything.
“Hello.”
The fuck? Who the fuck was that?
‘Hello?’ they try, but have no mouth, so they fail.
“I hear you,” the voice says, scaring the shit out of them.
‘You can hear my thoughts?! Shit. Don’t think anything weird. Don’t think anything weird.’
There’s a deep chuckle.
“I only hear what you project, but you are amusing. I am glad you are the soul mate of my master.”
‘The-the what?!’
“Good bye for now.”
‘What!? Wait! I-’
“Don’t open your eyes until you know.”
And then they’re falling.
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They wake slowly, lying on something warm. What the fuck? They’re alive? Ok... Do they listen to whoever that was and keep their eyes closed or- nah. They’re too scared to see what will happen if they open them, they’ll wait. At least for a little while.
They’ll probably get bored enough to try to open them soon anyway.
“A basilisk?” a young voice says, making them twitch.
A basilisk? Isn’t that that giant snake from Harry Potter? Where? They try to reach out, like an idiot, to feel for… WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEIR LIMBS?! They only just manage to keep their eyes closed as they give a panicked wiggle trying to find their arms or legs.
“Shh. You’re ok, just please keep your eyes closed and I’ll explain,” the voice… hisses?
“Explain?” they try, but it comes out all hissy and weird.
“Yes, I’ll be honest, when he said he was sending me a soulmate to help, I was expecting a human.” Imagine how they feel. “And, um, well, this is a bit hard to explain.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m Harry Potter and I’m from the future.”
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They’re deathly still, half feeling numb, half holding back a panic attack as Harry Potter explains his life story.
“- I was thinking about getting back together with Ginny, but thank Merlin, Death came to me first. He told me a few things like, Dumbledore knows a lot more than anyone thought, like Sirius being innocent, but didn’t do anything, even went against giving him a trial for what he calls ‘the greater good’ which is bullshit. He just wanted me to be his perfect little Gryffindor soldier. He even talked Ginny and Molly into spiking me with a love potion so they can kill me off and get my money for ‘the greater good’ like that makes any sense.” Harry sighs. “After that death offered to send me back, to redo it all. He even said he’d send me my platonic soulmate from another world.” They feel him shift a little under them. “But I definitely wasn’t expecting a basilisk.”
“Neither was I,” they admit, deciding to trust their supposed ‘soulmate’ and already hating his… enemies?
“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.
“Well, before I was here, with you, I was definitely a human,” they explain.
“Human?”
“Yup.”
“Oh… sorry…”
“Why?” they ask, lifting their head a little, but keeping their eyes closed.
“You’re stuck as a snake now and stuck here with all my problems.”
“It’s fine.”
“Wha- really?”
“Yeah! I died! And now I’m a basilisk, which is kinda cool if a bit deadly. And we’re soulmates, right? Of course I’ll help! Not really sure how, but I’ll try!” they quickly reply, making him let out an adorable giggle.
How young is he now?
“Thanks-” he cuts off. “Sorry, I don’t know your name?”
“Right! I’m Kit.”
“Nice to meet you, Kit.”
“Nice to meet you too, Harry.”
They both spend the next while figuring out how to shield Kits eyes so they don’t petrify anyone. Eventually they get it down and they can finally look at him.
“You’re tiny!” They exclaim.
“I’m five,” he huffs.
Just then there’s a loud banging at the cupboard door making them almost jump out of their skin.
“Get up boy! It’s time to make breakfast!” a shrill voice orders as the lock on the cupboard door clicks.
“Aunt Pertunia, I’m guessing,” they hiss, annoyed.
“Yeah.” He turns to me, a smirk making it’s way onto his face. “Wanna help me scare them into leaving me alone?”
“Oh, I’d love to!” they reply, excited.
Harry stands, lifting their, rather small form especially for a basilisk, into his arms and they start climbing up his sleeve with a giggle.
“This is fun!”
“Yeah?” he chuckles.
“It’s so high! And it’s warm. I like being a snake,” they decide.
“That’s good,” he replies, pushing the door of the cupboard open. “Aunt Pertunia, Uncle Vernon,” Harry says, stepping into the living room.
Pertunia looks up from the kitchen and freezes at the sight of them, now draped over Harrys shoulders, their head up to glare at her.
Vernon, sitting at the table with a newspaper open in front of him doesn’t even look up, instead saying, “What, freak?”
Kit lets out a loud wordless hiss at that, startling Vernon into looking up, only to pale, before his eyes roll back and he drops to the floor with a crash.
Pertunia lets out a squeak before stuttering, “b- boy get that o-o-out of this ho-house this instant!”
Kit lets out another hiss making sure their fangs are on full display as Harry begins to talk, “No, I don’t think I will. Kit will be staying with me and you, your husband and son will be pretending I don’t exist and give me Dudleys second bedroom. Do I make myself clear?” he asks.
“Y-you can’t-” Harry lifts a hand, a knife lifting off the counter next to Pertunia as he does.
“Do I make myself clear?” he growls.
“Y-yes!” she manages to stutter, stumbling away from the knife.
“Good!” he says with an obviously fake smile, letting the knife drop with a clatter. “Let the others know.”
And with one last threatening hiss from me, we go upstairs.
“How’d I do? Pretty scary, right?” Kit asks.
“You did great Kit,” he hisses back with a fond smile, giving them a head pat with a few fingers and making them preen a little.
Kits starting to understand this whole soulmate thing.