After a quite enjoyable afternoon, Harry was back in his room, pacing - which went very differently now that he had a tail to move with, instead of a pair of legs.
He couldn't quite believe they had talked about all this. The goals of the dark side were a given, as he had asked Tom about them, as well as their stance of magical children, the Magic Community, and the dreaded merging with the muggle world if Albus Dumbledore was allowed to keep a position of power (all stances that he also had and agreed with).
But after the others had left, he had been honest in sharing with Tom what his instincts were telling him, as well as the reason he trusted the Dark Lord so easily. They were both of Naga descent, with Harry's just being a whole lot closer and kickstarted with the Basilisk venom.
While Tom's was much further removed, if they were to believe the house-elves, it would have been about 20 generations since there was last a Naga in the Slytherin Keep, and going by that, a long time since it wasn't as diluded as it was now.
Both Tom and Harry were being told by their instincts that they were a good match, and on one part Harry was happy for it - it meant their species would get to know a revival again, but on the other hand it scared him too. He didn't really know Tom, not really, he knew the man's goals and what he wanted to accomplish for their world, the entirety of it, but that didn't mean he knew the man behind all that.
But all these changes, and mixed feelings, and even greater turn abouts in his life, made him need some time to think about all this.
He knew that he wasn't a human anymore, and because of that had become one of Albus Dumbledore's greatest enemies, for reason he thought to be ridiculous. But that aside, even if he hadn't wanted to at least listen to the dark side, joining would have been the only way of surviving after this summer.
The goals and values from the dark side, as far as he has heard them, were very much aligned with what he wanted, so the joining part wasn't an issue - not at all in fact, after hearing that his parents had been considering joining, back when he was born.
No, the biggest problem he had was with these feelings he had for a man, that for all he knew had tried to kill him a few times, and who had - even though he had been tricked into doing so, most likely - killed his parents almost 14 years ago.
Even if this was him sticking to a human way of thinking, it still didn't sit well with him that his instincts were telling him to essentially procreate with this man, for the survival of the species.
Running a hand through his hair, he stopped pacing and coiled up his tail beneath him, resting upon it, as he thought about this all, and tried to keep his breathing under control.
He was 15 years old for Merlin's sake, and he knew that there had been times when marriages happened at 16, but still, that was not what happened now. He wanted to explore, both himself, but also the world. Even though he knew that would have to wait until after the war was won, seeing as the light side had a very screwed image of how they had been able to become witches and wizards, and were all too keen to exterminate a great number of those with a partial or full creature inheritance, as well as their own cousins, who didn't hold any human genes.
It made him sick to think about that this part of history had just been lost, and people were acting out on that because they didn't know how they had managed to appear in the first place, let alone been able to keep their magic - or why some families were losing theirs so rapidly.
The appearance of a house elf made him look up, identifying her as Daisy, who it would seem knew the most about Naga, or at least, was the one Tom and Narcissa had spoken to and who was able to give them, and him, more information about them.
