Harry Potter: The Boy Loved by Beasts

Chapter 6 : Truly a bad spawn point !

Vira: "Although I'm happy to be the main focus for once in this entire chapter, where's the plot? Where's the excitement, man?"

Author: "How many times do you think your past self is going to be mentioned? This is it, mate. No more."

Vira: "Don't really care much. The past should be in—"

Author: "Start!!!"

Even as his entire body jerked in the desperate attempt to cry, the snake remained completely unfazed. Its gaze stayed locked onto his face, unblinking, as though it had found some priceless treasure.

Relieved by the lack of hostility from the serpent, Vira gave up his struggle to suppress blinking or to hold his breath.

Although, with how little control he actually had over this fragile body, his efforts hadn't amounted to much in the first place.

Believing himself to be temporarily safe, he looked at the coiled snake with a curious gaze, letting his attention drift past its unblinking eyes to its red scales. His eyes followed the black, twisting patterns etched across its body, tracing them down to its green tail.

The bright colors alone would have been enough to convince anyone of its venomous nature, but if not, its piercing red eyes were more than sufficient.

But strangely, Vira found himself less afraid of it than before.

"So, it's an adder, huh?" he thought, his nerves settling slightly. "Scared me for nothing!"

And even carelessly, he babbled.

To most, it might have just sounded like a hoarse "aee au," but somehow, both the snake and Vira seemed to understand the meaning behind it.

"What're you looking at? Your venom ain't doing shit aside from being a bit painful."

Unaware that the serpent could understand his babbles, Vira was taken aback and, at the same time, a bit frightened when the snake reacted.

It moved its head, breaking its intense stare, and shifted closer to its coiled body.

The movement felt almost deliberate, as if the snake was saddened or shocked by the child's careless words.

After some time, the snake returned to its previous posture, lifting its head and fixing its red eyes on Vira once again.

Strangely enough, Vira felt more relieved seeing its head and those unblinking eyes than when the snake was completely coiled and withdrawn.

Perhaps Vira felt that when the snake was coiled, it seemed ready to strike, like an impending attack. But when their eyes met, there was an unspoken connection—an understanding that the snake would never harm him. The intense, unblinking gaze seemed to reassure him, even if only for a moment.

Weirded out by the snake's continued stare, Vira once again let out a hoarse but soft sound: "Whatchu looking at?" To his surprise, the snake moved closer to his face and gently licked it.

Strangely, Vira wasn't fazed by the action. In fact, it didn't seem all that out of place. He started to wonder—Does it understand me?

It might have been because he felt close to the creature, or for some other unknown reason, but unlike how he normally behaved , Vira simply asked, "Do you understand me?"

The serpent didn't budge an inch. No movement, no sound, no acknowledgment.

But despite the silence, Vira knew. It had understood him.

There was no need for words or gestures. In that moment, both creatures, though different in understanding and having just met, knew exactly what the other meant.

After that, Vira didn't do much. He felt a strange sense of discomfort, unsure of what to make of the situation. The snake, however, didn't falter. It continued to stare at his face, its eyes filled with a growing sense of love and reverence that seemed to deepen with every passing second.

It was as if the serpent was looking at something far beyond just a child, something more profound, something it could not let go of.

But this didn't last long. Vira felt a growing sense of helplessness—there was nothing he could do, no action he could take to understand this strange phenomenon. His mind raced, but it seemed futile.

The emptiness in his stomach, however, was becoming unbearable. Hunger gnawed at him with increasing intensity, drawing his attention away from the snake and back to the discomfort he couldn't ignore.

So, he opened his mouth, trying to let out a cry of hunger. He wanted to alert the woman beside his bed to feed him.

But despite his effort, although he could move his mouth and push his throat, it was in too bad of a condition. His voice couldn't produce the loud cry he intended. Instead, only faint, weak babbles escaped.

The woman didn't seem to have heard the weak cries. However, the serpent understood.

It moved its tail and gently placed it in the child's now open mouth, urging him to bite. The serpent seemed unfazed, as if it didn't care whether Vira ate its own body or not.

The beast simply wanted to feed the boy it loved.

Here's the breakdown:

Fortunately, the situation wasn't so desperate. Vira knew that this was just a reaction to the emptiness in his stomach and that the needle lodged in his right arm was connected to an IV drip, which would provide him with the nutrients he needed to survive.

He gestured with his eyes for the snake to move its tail out of his mouth.

The snake, however, still insisted that Vira eat.

Helplessly, using the mental connection he had with the snake, Vira tried to convince it.

"Even if I want to, I can't bite. No teeth, you see. And I'm not hungry, so move your tail out of my mouth."

He said the last part with some firm tone.

After the snake removed its tail, the two simply stared at each other. The snake was completely obsessed, while Vira continued to struggle with hunger.

As the staring intensified, Vira had a thought and acted without delay.

He asked the snake to slap the woman with its tail and wake her up.

The snake, accepting Vira's request, slithered toward Caroline. When it reached near her face, it simply slammed its tail against it.

Perhaps to check if the woman woke up, the snake simply stayed there, staring into Caroline's eyes.

However, Vira hurriedly asked it to come back and hide under his clothes, but it was a bit too late.

When Caroline woke up, she felt like she was still trapped in a nightmare. The haunting red eyes that she saw at first seemed to vanish with just a blink, as if they were never there.

All that remained was a child's hoarse babble.

Her throat felt dry, and she desired water, so she tried to get up. But as she did, she once again heard a hoarse, dry cry—a sound that seemed like it came from a devil, or at least that's how it felt to her.

She stared into the child's blue eyes, which seemed to penetrate her body and soul, making her scared.

She quickly turned away, muttering curses, saying: "Demonic child. First killed its mother to survive and now gives me nightmares."

Perhaps because she was rudely awoken from her sweet dreams, or because there was no one around that she had to care about or maintain her facade for, Caroline became rude and cruel.

All the way to the water, Caroline continued to curse: "Damn bitch took all my parents' love when alive, and even when she left the home, she took most of the money. If not for my parents' money, where would this drunk tramp get the money to buy a car? And now she's dead, leaving a devil to torture me."

The rant finally stopped, at least for now, as she picked up the glass and drank from it. Fortunately for Vira, she saw the milk on the table and recalled that he hadn't been fed yet. She took the bottle with her.

After drinking the water, she was calmer, but as soon as she saw Vira still babbling and staring at the milk bottle, she began cursing again. "You should have remained dead when you were born instead of coming back alive. At least you wouldn't have to live with your worthless dad. Acts like he's something when all he is, is an irresponsible fool. Still wants to send you, devil, to my parents? Does he think your mother hadn't sucked enough of my property? If you went back, how would my family be happy? If I had to take care of you, what would my kids get if the old man gave you his inheritance?"