Chapter 2
They’ve now been here for around a year, Harry mainly getting his strength back through getting to normal eating levels for a human child and practising his wandless magic, even though he has access to the deathly hallows, which is what they’re doing now.
“Can you do your patronus without your wand?” Kit asks, happily draped over his shoulders for warmth.
He hums in thought as he closes his eyes, concentrating.
After a few seconds he opens his them and lifts a hand in front of him. “Expecto Patronum,” he whispers, and with a flash of silvery light a… snake appears?
Wait… they turn to a wide eyed Harry, suddenly feeling very emotional.
“Aaaaawwwww!” they lift my head to nudge against his cheek.
“Shut up,” he whines.
“Harryyyyyyy!” He drops his head into his hands with a groan. “That’s me! Aw! I love you too!” they see him crack a smile through his hands at that.
“Whatever,” he says, hiding his smile with a huff. “What about you?” They look up at him in pure confusion. “Can you do any magic?”
They tilt their head in thought.
“… I’m a snake… and before I was a muggle, so, I doubt it?”
“Try.”
“Really?” they ask.
“There’s no harm in trying, right?”
“I guess…” Now, what to try? They look around until their eyes land on an old plastic toy train left from when this was Dudleys second bedroom. They focus on the toy staring it down and try to imagine it lifting off the floor, shakily going higher and higher unti-
“You did it!” Harry cheers, shocking them out of their focus and making the toy fall to the floor with a clatter.
“I- I did it? I did it!”
Kit does a victory wiggle before wrapping themself around Harry’s neck for a snake hug, making him laugh.
“Let’s see what else you can do!”
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Turns out Kit can also change size, which is awesome! Well, other than squashing Harry and almost breaking his window when they went too big, but still, awesome!
They continue to practise while Harry’s at school, not bringing them since they’re going to be running around a lot today and Kit might fall out from under his shirt. They watch themself in the mirror Harry transfigured for them, as they make themself double their current size, before going smaller until they’re the size of a worm. They snicker. This is fun! But it’s also quickly getting boring. Maybe they should practice lifting stuff?
They turn to the toy from earlier and make it fly a few loops around the room before putting it down. Something bigger? They lift the lamp beside Harry’s bed a few inches before it starts to shake in place.
Too heavy!
They plop it back down with a sigh. Boring. They turn back to the mirror. There’s got to be something else they can do other than changing sizes right? Maybe? Like… they stare at their yellow eyes with slit pupils and their green scales so dark they look black unless in direct sunlight. Nothing. They miss being human. They close their eyes with a sigh.
Well, they think as they begin to look up, there’s nothing they can- they let out a squeak and fall back, their arms flailing- and oh sweet Merlin THEY HAVE ARMS! They reach them up to the ceiling from their place on their back with a giggle, grasping at the air. Hands! And they’re tiny! They quickly sit up to study themself in the mirror. They look maybe a little older than Harry, their eyes are still yellow but with normal pupils, their skin is paler than it was before, which is saying something, and they have wavy black hair falling to their chin.
Overall, not bad!
Wait, can they… they stare at their eyes willing them to change and- yes! The pupils go back to being slit- wait. They immediately stick my tongue out and thank Merlin! It’s a human tongue.
After changing into some of Harry’s clothes, they continue changing their features around, testing what they can do, until they hear footsteps, freak out and change fully human. ‘Why didn’t I turn into a fucking snake?’ they think as the door pushes open-and thank fuck it’s Harry.
“Harry!” they shout, reaching for him with their hands.
“Who are you?” Harry cries, his scared innocent child act on full force.
“It’s me!” they change to parsletongue and make their pupils into slits again to prove themself. “Kit!”
“You’re human?!” he asks, excited, rushing over to see.
“Yeah! Cool right?” they reply, standing up to give a twirl.
“Yeah it’s… I can’t tell if you’re a boy,” he blurts.
“What?” they turn to him with furrowed brows.
“When you were a snake I thought you were male, but now I’m not sure,” he admits. “You’re kinda pretty.” They stare him in the eyes for a few long seconds before they burst out laughing. “I’m serious!”
They only just manage to calm down enough to say, “no, your god father is.” before they’re on their back in another fit of hysterics.
“Sirius!” he yelps.
“Yes, yes. I know you’re-”
“No! Sirius! We need to get him out of Azkaban,” he corrects.
“Oh! Right!” Awkward silence. “And how do we do that?”
He turns to them with a smirk.
Oh no.
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“No way.”
“Come on! Please,” Harry pleads.
“What if I’m caught!”
“They’re less likely to spot a snake than a child,” he reasons.
“Yeah? Well, they’re more likely to kill a snake than a child,” they argue back.
“And which one of us can be both?”
They tch at him, making him give them a look.
“Fine! You’re lucky I love you,” they huff.
He smiles.
“Great! Now, to get to the burrow.”