The Prince of Darkness

Chapter 5

Harry murmured something incoherent as he moved in his sleep, burying his face in the good, soft and warm pillow. He was about to roll when he realized that some weight was pressing him down on the bed. With the resistance, he frowned during sleep, then slowly realized that the bed was softer than his mattress in the closet and the pillow was much cuter. And the warmth and comfort he was in. And the taste of the family in the air. Harry got a little confused. It's not every day that he wakes up feeling so comfortable and warm. And content. So the memories came running. Was that real? Harry turned his head to look around and found out that the dead weight on his chest is Nagini's head. Or should he say, mom? Harry smiled, liking the word. Mom. Yes, he now has a mother and will continue to call her a mother. He remembers how Aunt Petunia used to decorate and pamper her cousin when Duda called her mother. Do all mothers do that? He doesn't know, he's never had a mother before. But Nagini seems to be attentive and loving enough. See how she's hugging him while they nap together. Even Aunt Petunia never took naps with Duda while caressing him. So, again, they are common muggles, not a family full of Nagas and Maledictus. Speaking of other Naga... Harry turned to look at his father's still-dormant form. Wondering if he's feeling better, Harry took a deep breath. Oh, yes, no pain, just a little numbness. And comfortable. Great, then, Harry thinks as he turns to the spiral as thick as an adult man's thigh, and slowly passes his hand through the bright scales. Without realizing it, he began to caress and track them, itching a little and earning a hiss of satisfaction from his mother. " : Good morning .: " Nagini murmured sleepily, shaking her tongue and savoring her cheek as if kissing him. Harry let out a soft giggle and focussed on exploring his mother's scales. His attention captured the long and narrow tail, slightly writhing. Curious, he went to grab his ass. At that very moment, Nagini moved his tail, making him miss it. Harry laughed softly, entertained and tried again. This time, Nagini twisted his ass and he slipped by his hand. Harry suffocated another giggle and tried again. Nagini, who was now watching him with fun shining in his round eyes, moved his tail at the right time, and Harry laughed. " : Go back to sleep, you two .:" A soft, hoarse and unknown voice spoke, looking exhausted. At first, Harry and Nagini froze in their little game, blinking at each other. So, at the same time, the two remembered the third of their burrow. " : Tom: " / " : Father: " The two screamed together, turning to look at the homunculus form of the Dark Lord who was looking at them with his vibrant red eyes angry and exasperated. " : You can speak now: " Harry got emotional. He thought it would take days to be able to speak. " : Yes, but not much, I get tired easily .: " The father looked at him, still suspicious of him. " : Oh .: " Harry nodded a little down, feeling rejected, although he didn't blame him. " : I'm Harry, by the way. I'm your soul mate.: " The Dark Lord looked at him, narrow eyes with suspicion, demanded, " : Explain: " " : The Healer Sharp Tooth says, his magical experiment in the soul created part of my soul. What makes him the father of my soul: " The Dark Lord looked at him, a small trembling hand extending towards him touching the scar on his forehead. " : Harry Potter, one of the Potter twins .: " Harry shrank and let out an agitated hiss, tripping away from the touch when his scar pulsed and felt as if someone had stabbed his head. He began to scratch it furiously, leaving it swollen and inflamed red, just stopping when Nagini wrapped her tail around her wrist and held it. He let out a moan, struggling weakly in bed, his body slender and still with compromised health having no rival against a four-and-a-half-metre viper. The intense pain oppressing him. " : Intriguing .: " Your father noticed, although he did not try to touch the scar again. Harry collapsed, wrapping around his tails and letting out a sigh of relief when the pain suddenly disappeared. He stood there, panting and breathing heavily for a few minutes, focussing on the way Nagini passed his tongue against his cheeks as if securing his birth and hissing softly to calm down. When he returned, he found his mother looking at him worried, as well as his father, who was studying him with his unique and vibrant red eyes. So he remembered your question. ": I was born Potter, yes, but then they were disinheriting me and declaring me abortion, which I am not, by the way. I can do magic, so I'm a wizard just like you .: " He said and promptly changed the color of his hair to a vibrant pink; ignoring his father's frozen reaction to the term 'wizard', " : See ?: " " : Come back, puppy!: " Nagini demanded; raising flambous hoods, offended by the disgusting color. " : Are you trying to blind me?: " " : Sorry, mom: " Harry bit his lips so as not to fall into laughter and returned his hair to the original color. Then he turned to look at his father with expectation. He sighed. " : I can only confirm that when I'm back to my ideal health, I'm afraid. I'm tired.: "" : I think you need another dose of potion and soup, wait: " Harry said, before focussing on switching to English, "Bailey?"