Viper

Chapter 1: Parselmouth

April 23,1990. 9 years old.

Part 1

"Do you know who I am?" The man with the snake-like eyes asked the little girl in front of him.

She turned away from her building blocks and let her head tilt back as she took in the tall man before her and nodded. A silence grew between the people in the room who waited for her response. But she had shifted her gaze away from him and back onto what she was doing.

"Who am I?" He asked again with an authority filled voice.

She took a deep breath before answering. "You're Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord. You are in charge of the people with the marks on their arms." Her eyes looked down to her feet. "The same one I will wear when I am of age." She spoke softly.

Voldemort was taken back by this child's boldness. Her determination was evident in her words. She spoke proudly and bravely to the terrifying man. Never had a child been so upfront with him. So, curious for more information, he nodded his head as a sign for the young child to proceed. She looked at him sceptically before continuing. "You were once my age. A young boy. You're also the heir of Salazar Slytherin and last living member of the Gaunt family."

The slits that were his pupils seemed to enlarge as he took in her words. He let out a sentence that was almost hiss-like. "Ahh," He hissed. "So young with such a sharp mind. Definitely a Slytherin." He turned to the girl's parents and looked at them with surprise. "You did well with this one, Rosier." He nodded to her father signalling for the child's parents to leave the room. Her parents sceptical followed out the room and when they were gone, The Dark Lord turned his head back towards the girl and the corners of his nonexistent lips curved upward. "You will indeed prove most useful to me." He spoke.

At the sound of his words the young girl felt her cheeks heat up and a feverish feeling took over. This was the first time she had met him. Growing up the girl was always told tales of The Dark Lord. She was an atheist, but her parents made it seem like there was a god in the sky and that God was him. Except he was not in the sky, he was here in the Malfoy Manor drawing room looking at the future death eater. She turned around and looked at Lord Voldemort and couldn't help the next sentence that flew out of her mouth. "You're the only one who's ever told me that." She sighed and looked down.

The place where his eyebrows should have been raised as he tilted his head to the side. "Surely not, your parents have done an excellent job at raising you..." He took a quick pause before continuing. "To know when to respect and honour your superiors at such a young age is rare. I'm sure your talents don't go unnoticed."

She looked out into the direction of the window where her father was now standing with her mother. She shook her head. "Respect isn't my talent." She said, ''I am going to serve you, naturally I must know information about the man I am going to serve." She looked down at her feet once again. Afraid of what he would think of her. "But you're the only one who seems to acknowledge I even have talent." The girl had taken it upon her to learn all about him. She wanted to be a faithful servant, a faithful heir to her parents, and faithful to her ancestors who served before her. She held a great deal of respect towards him.

The Dark Lord tsked his tongue once again noting that the girl in front caught him by surprise. "So talented yet so insecure." He said with annoyance. His gaze drifted from the brown haired girl and his eyes fell upon the notepad containing unfinished drawings she had left open. He raised his brow bone and squinted his eyes. "You like snakes?"

Her brown eyes followed his blue ones onto her notepad and she nodded. The corners of her lips curved upward in a tiny smile as she thought to herself that he must be pleased with her. She knew he loved snakes as he was a Slytherin himself.