Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warning: This story contains M/M in the future chapters. I just haven't decided on pairings and that sort of stuff. If you are prejudice or have homophobia and that sort. Best you don read. Scratch that, in fact, I advise you not to read.

Chapter 1: Snake ling

All was peaceful and quiet in Private Drive Number that was until….

"Get out of the house, boy!" Uncle Vernon roared in rage.

Harry quickly scrambled out the front door, leaving the burnt toast behind in the kitchen sink. Once outside, he let a small whimper escaped. Seeing the front gate open, he decided to hide at the little stream that he found in the park last week. Knowing that his uncle will come out soon if he thought of a better punishment, Harry quickly ran of. Best to let him cool down.

The Privet Drive Park so happens was built next to a secondary mini forest. In fact, the park runs into the forest itself.

The aforementioned stream was hidden deep behind a clump of densely thick trees. The last time Harry was here was when he desperately dived into the bushes nearby when he was chased by Dudly's gang. After scrambling through the undergrowth, he had accidently stumbled into the stream, literately.

10 year's old Harry Potter sat down at the stream bed and sigh. Tear's started to leak out of his eyes; it was all Dudly's fault. If he has not held him in a headlock, he won't even have burned Uncle Vernon's toast.

A splash broke of Harry's train of thought. He gave a watery chuckle, admiring the serene surroundings. The place was really beautiful, with the stream running through the rocks. There was even a small pool that is connected to the stream with little guppies swimming in it.

With his curiosity peak, Harry carefully walks to the pool. He wanted to watch the guppies swim.

Suddenly, a brown shape hopped out from the nearby bushes into the stream. Harry jump in surprise and look around wildly. The brown shape swam into the pool before climbing out and turning one coppery brown eye to look at Harry.

Harry chuckled in delight before racing over to catch the toad. Croaking in alarm, the toad started to hop for its life. It dove into the nearby bushes. Harry peers over the bush and grin.

The toad was sitting behind the bush, on top of an…… egg?

"What's an egg doing here?" Harry wondered out loud.

At that moment, thanks to whatever happy-go-lucky deity out there. The egg started to crack.

Harry stared at the egg in fascination as the pieces of egg shell started to fall off. The poor toad on top of it gave a last croak of dismay and annoyance before hopping towards the stream and with a splash, disappears.

He staggered back in horror when two yellow eyes stared out from the egg. A small head followed by a winding body slithered out from the remains of the egg before coiling into a little circle in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Harry blinked in surprised. Did that snake just talk? He furrowed his brow in confusion before turning his head left and right. Seeing no one, he turn back to the snake.

"Did you just sssssspeak to me?" He flushed. After all, you don't see people speaking to snakes and Harry was feeling quite silly.

"Yes and who elsssssse would I be sssssspeaking too?"

"I am Harry Potter. You know, you are very pretty."

Harry couldn't help but blush when he admitted that. The little snake was a vivid dark poisonous green with a streamline shape making it look like a moray eel. There were even some spikes sticking out of the back of its head like some sort of Red Indian feathers.

The snake seems to swell with pride much to Harry's amusement. It cocks his head and gave Harry a smug look.

"What's your name?" ask Harry.

At that, the snake seems to deflate before giving Harry a pointed look.

"Oh right." Murmured Harry.

"What about Syvlana?"

The snake gave a hiss of indignation. "I am a male you mousebrain."

"Sorry, how about Usther?"

"No!"

"Madara?"

The snake paused. "I like it."

"Madara then. Erm…. I know this is sudden but can we be friends?"

"What are friends?" The snake asks with confusion evident.

Harry gave a start. "Friends are someone who helps each other and talk together. We spend time together and do stuff together."

The snake thought for a while. "That sounds nice, I would like to be this friend thing."

Harry broke into a smile of delight. Now, if only there is a way to bring Madara into the house without the Dursleys knowing.

He gave a grin when an idea struck him. He brought his hand forward and beckons the snake to slither up to curl around his arm under his sleeve. That way, Madara won't get to stuffy; the Dursley won't see it and Harry can talk to him easily without attracting too much attention.

By then, the sun is already in the middle of the sky. Harry had better get back to cook lunch or else his uncle will be in an even fouler mood when he gets back.

It wasn't even till he was halfway home when it occurred to Harry. When was he ever able to talk to snakes?

Forgive me, this is my first time. Wonder if you will like it?

If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them. I listen to logic, so if there is anything you would like, reason with me since arguments gets no one anywhere. :)