Dark Lord's Pet

Snake Talk

Harry

Harry saw the Dark Lord's snake, the one who'd been with him, Wormtail and Bartemius Crouch in Riddle Manor, the same one who he'd seen attack Mr. Weasley. Harry thought back to Draco Malfoy's comments on the Weasley family in their first year, all the cruel, snide remarks about how poor the Weasleys were and how they could barely support themselves well enough to have food on the table.

How odd was it then, that just last year, well, more accurately two summers back, that when they'd won all the money from the Annual Daily Prophet Galleon Draw, they had spent most of it on a vacation? Wouldn't the Weasleys, who were in such dire a predicament, have saved the money for in case of an emergency? Unless, of course, they weren't in such a bad situation, because Dumbledore was paying them to act a certain way around him. He felt more fondly towards Nagini now, as if she were a friend who'd tried to do him a favor.

~Hello beautiful. You must be Nagini~ Harry hissed, sotto voce, not wanting the Dark Lord to hear him.

~Why yes, I am. And you must be breakfast.~

~Am I then? Well, feel free to kill me whenever. I'd appreciate it~ Harry said, being surprisingly honest with his captor's pet. Well, he did want to be dead, so what harm was there in letting his soon to be murderers know it?

~ You- you speak the truth...~ Nagini's hissing trailed off at the end, sounding surprised, Upset even, and disappointment certainly was playing a part too.

~Would you rather I wish to live?~ Harry queried, guilelessly finishing up clearing the dishes.

~Yes.~

~ Sorry to disappoint then~ Harry said, still sticking to honesty. He preferred it, lying without reason made him feel all wrong inside, which was a feeling he very much liked avoiding.

Neither he nor Nagini said anything further, and Harry walked back to the dog bed to lie down again. Briefly, most of the flush had left his skin, distracted as he'd been talking to Nagini. Now though, he assumed he was back to a rather more tomato like hue. 

He most decidedly did not like being naked in front of people. Curling up again, he hid what modesty demanded, facing away from the Dark Lord, who say placidly reading in the next room over.