B.L. PURDOM
aka Barb
(psychic serpent@yahoo.com)
2001
First published on Schnoogle.com and on the HP Psych Yahoo Group
Harry's fifth year
Part One of the Psychic Serpent Trilogy
Spoilers The first four canon books.
Summary In Harry's fifth year he gets a snake with the Sight; Hermione's torn between Ron and
Harry, who's torn between her and Ginny, who's torn between him and Draco Malfoy, who's
torn between her and loyalty to his father. Voldemort may be trying to recruit Harry now
instead of killing him, and there are giants and house elves and a Dueling Club, oh my!
Warning: sex, sexual tension, angst and tragedy.
Disclaimer This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling,
various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast
Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.
Typesetting This book has been typeset using LATEX and the Bookman font family.
- CHAPTER ONE -
Manual Labor
Harry had planned to sleep late on his first day of summer vacation. He felt as if he needed to sleep
for a year after what he'd been through during his fourth year of wizarding training. Harry Potter
was possibly the most famous wizard in the world, apart from the dark wizard who had killed his
parents. And now he was probably even more famous, having won the Triwizard Tournament just
a couple of weeks ago. But he was only famous in the wizarding world; in the non-magical, Muggle
world, he was just an annoyance to his aunt and uncle and cousin. He just wanted to sleep late
and try to forget everything that had happened to him during the previous ten months.
But instead, he awoke at seven-thirty in the morning to the shouts of workmen, the squeal and
grinding of a backhoe, and the shrill voice of his aunt shouting instructions to the workers who had
been hired to relandscape the garden at Four Privet Drive, where Harry felt about as welcome as
an arsonist in a paper factory. It was impossible to continue to sleep with all the racket, so Harry
resigned himself to it and threw back the sheet, sitting on the edge of the bed and fumbling on his
bedside table for his glasses. The room came into focus now, littered with wizarding paraphernalia
that was spilling out of his trunk, which he had not properly unpacked yet. He rose to walk to the
wardrobe and stood looking at his reflection in the mirror on the inside of the door.
He had grown several inches during the previous year, and the bottoms of his pajama pants
hovered around his shins. He'd been so busy just trying to stay alive through the Triwizard Tournament
that he hadn't even noticed that he now had a full-blown Adam's apple. He tried to sing
a little of his school's song, to see how his voice sounded. Traditionally, at Hogwart's School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry, everyone sang the school song to a different tune. He was partial to Loch
Lomond ...

Show full text: 821,940 characters