The Prince of Darkness

Chapter 4

"What." Harry joked, looking at the thing in front of him. It had a scaly appearance, pale as a whiteboard, raw, a little blueish. His arms and legs were thin and fragile, and his face looked like a snake and without a gram of hair, with sparkling crimson-red eyes as they stared back at him. Instinctively, Harry waved his tongue, sniffing at him, blinking surprised to feel the taste of darkness, the fascination of his aura - which he now knows is his magic - the pain and extreme caution. And yet, so familiar to him. Relatives. He really is your magical father, given the similarities in his magic. And understandably cautious of him. To be honest, doesn't he also distrust the man? After all, they don't know each other. He may not even know it's your son. "This is the homunculus form of the Dark Lord, which we help create with the magic of his ghost." King Goblin patiently explained to the horrified child in front of him. The said child broke his eye contact with the Dark Lord's homunculus to face him. "I didn't know that my father had become a ghost, the Sharp Tooth Healer said he was defeated, not killed." He said frustrated, scratching his scar that was itching and tingling continuously since his arrival. Why would your scar behave like this? This has never happened before. "Oh, the Dark Lord is very much alive, he just lost his body. He just needs to create a suitable body." Yes, he said in a way as if it were child's play to create his father's body for an eight-year-old child who didn't even know about the existence of Magic a month before. Damn, he hadn't mastered the sliding yet! "But -" Harry's panic reached an almost astronomical height, the voice becoming high and comprehensively hysterical, "How will he create a body in this defenseless way? I don't even know enough magic yet. What if I make a mistake? What if I accidentally make a mistake to kill him again? What if I - " "Don't worry, child." Goblin King grumbled, cutting off his ramblings, "I'm sure that when he is healthy and has enough energy, he will share some of his knowledge with us. Bailey and the Sharptooth Healer will help him take care of his father until this happens." Harry nodded, feeling stupid, useless, worthless; looking at the defenseless baby form of his parents while the King of the Goblins and his guards went out with the Flu. He can't help but feel sympathy, not long ago he was also in the same position, dejected and not even knowing how to walk. He blinked his tongue again. Your father smells of growing confusion and caution. And pain. A lot of pain. "Dad? Can you understand me?" The crimson red eyes blinked slowly, staring forward. Harry sighed, before sitting in his own turns in front of the comfortable wheelchair as the seat where they had deposited his father. "Er, Bailey?" He screamed and his loyal friend showed up with a pop: "Do you think the father needs anything? I smell it only from the pain." "Master Harry can try to give you some soup? The Healer Goblins say that the Master Lord of Darkness needs soup with potions many times a day." "Probably a good idea, can you bring me some? I'll try to feed him. And check the list he gave you, see if he has any analgesic potions for him." Bailey bowed and backed up. Harry looked back at the fire croaking in the living room where they were, without noticing the gigantic snake that came sliding and raised his head, looking at him at eye level. When he spoke, Harry screamed by surprise, he quickly turned to hisse threateningly to whatever approached him. His fangs were once again out and the poison ran down his chin in thick drops. " :Keep these puppies and answer my question:. "The narrow yellow eyes of a viper snake, gigantic - at least four and a half meters long, stared at him in an equally threatening way. Harry can't help but look at the bright black midnight scales appreciatively - she is quite beautiful. " : I'm afraid I didn't understand your question: " Harry felt his fangs retract and wiped his chin with the back of his hand to remove the remaining poison. He didn't know his father enough, definitely not enough to antagonize his possible pet snake. Could she be another Naga, could it be your wife or something? Damn, is his father married? 

" : I asked," Who are you? " I realized that you call Tom a father, but Tom has no children.: "" : I didn't know which snakes could understand English .: " Wow, your father has a demanding snake that calls him Tom, and he knows him enough to know that he has no children. Definitely a Naga, probably his wife. Does that mean she's your mother? Apparently, she didn't like his sareless answer while hissing threateningly. Harry sighed, " : I'm not your biological child, more like your ... spiritual child: " The snake tilted its head, looking a little confused. Dear God, is it normal for a snake to look confused? But since when is your life considered normal? Harry shrugged his shoulders. " : What do you mean by that?: " " : I'm afraid I don't understand for myself, the Goblins took a test and confirmed me as Tom Marvolo Riddle's soul son. As I have no one else, I asked for their help to bring back my father.: "That's all he could say before Bailey showed up with a trey, with a large bowl of creamy chicken soup and spoon and two jars of potion and inform him to give the potion for the pain after he fed. Harry nodded in gratitude when Bailey conjured a baby table to hold in front of his father. Harry changed position and curled up comfortably, then took the potion jar. "Dad? Can you try to open your mouth? You need to drink the potion and then a little soup, then the potion for your pain." His father's homunculus shape had a calculating glow as he looked at him, probably judging if he was reliable. A long minute passed, so he slowly opened his mouth. Harry smiled and gently poured the potion into his mouth, and massaged his throat helping him swallow it, in the same way he noticed that the Sharp Tooth massaged him when he couldn't swallow anything. He swallowed it several times before the potion finally disappeared in his stomach. Harry mentally applauded the success, then took the bowl of creamy and steaming soup. The giant snake observed him as a hawk as he slowly but patiently fed him, occasionally cleaning his mouth with a napkin when the liquid dripped. After finishing almost half a bowl, he turned his face, refusing to eat more. Harry wiped his face with the napkin, offering him the analgesic potion and then called Bailey, who came back with a "pop". " : Um, should I try to change him to bed ?: " Harry changed back to the language of the snake without realizing it. ": It would be a good idea .: " The giant snake agreed. This brings back another question. " : But where should I put it? I don't want it far away, in case you need something: "" : So take him to your lair, the three of us will be in the same lair .: " Harry nodded, it would be a good idea. He carefully took the blanket package with his father in his arms, then began to slide out of the living room to his next room, fortunately not far away. The snake followed him. After studying his movement, she said. " : You're moving your tail the wrong way. You're not a worm sneaking through the earth or a fish struggling. Think of your tail as a wave going down your spine. Going up and down on the ground and spreading from the center. : " Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise, but was careful enough not to let his father fall while depositing him in the middle of the bed, ensuring that he was covered with the blanket, before turning to the snake. " : Oh? Can you teach me how to slide perfectly then?: " " : Hmph ,: " She measured it from top to bottom, " : You're skinny, don't you eat enough ?: "