Voldemort x reader Lacuna Memoria ~tsula

Monsters and Memories

Part of you wondered what kind of a person breaks into a house with a giant snake in town. It did seem like a strange thing to bring along to a crime.

The answer though was simple, so much so that it should not have needed asking: a crazy person.

This was a quick realization that should have sent you running for your life. But even knowing that the people inside that room had to be out of their minds, you still couldn't move. Was it fear, curiosity, or even a little of both that kept you rooted in that spot?

Not that it was going to matter much if you ended up being eaten by a python—or was it an anaconda...? The type of snake hardly seemed a thing to worry over though. Both were equally deadly when they crushed and swallowed you whole.

Though the snake wasn't rushing at you with its fangs bared. In fact, aside from the staring, it didn't seem to be doing anything at all. It was curled up on the rug like an obedient pet basking in the heat of the fire.

The fire itself was another strange thing and not just because the intruders had bothered to light one in the fireplace. It was already far too large and stable, as if it had been burning for an hour, instead of having just been lit. Did they bring their own gas soaked logs or something? You certainly didn't stock any logs or lighter for that matter--it was the middle of summer, after all.

You stopped breathing when you heard someone speaking softly. Whatever it was that they said you couldn't hear from where you stood. Tentatively, you crept a little closer. The snake didn't seem to be a threat and if it moved you could still run. You doubted it would be able to take the stairs very fast.

A squeaky, terrified voice broke the silence as you stood not even a foot from the door. "M-my lord.. Forgive me, I thought the house was still--"

"Be silent, Wormtail." Now you could hear the second voice and it sent a horrible chill straight through you. That voice alone made you want to run far more than the snake did, but there was something about it that kept you moving closer. You just couldn't put your finger on it... Something you should have known, something familiar... "Nagini says our host is still here; be polite and let her in."

Well, shit.

The door flew open before you could decide to run or charge into the room with your 'weapon'.

What stood in the doorway was by far one of the least intimidating man you had ever seen. He was short, balding, and thin. The little man had the haggard look of someone who had lost a lot of weight rather quickly and watery, frightened eyes that made him look even more meek and unimposing. Honestly, you didn't know if you wanted to beat him over the head with the umbrella or offer him food. He looked pathetic and scared.

Regardless though, you reminded yourself that he had broken into your house in the middle of the night. And there was still the man with the terrifying voice in that room with him. The one that made you feel a sense of familiarity that you couldn't quite place.

You gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly in one hand and stepped inside. Once again, curiosity won against common sense.

The snake lifted its head a bit, but did not move from the hearth. It didn't seem to be a threat, and you were pretty sure you could take the little guy in a fight, but that still left the other man. The one that was nowhere to be seen. Either he was hiding in the closet or he was in the high-backed chair that was facing the window.

The window with a lovely view of the graveyard. That only added to the creep factor of this situation.

You stood there staring, waiting for him to make a move or say something, but he remained still and silent. Apparently it was up to you to get the ball rolling for this increasingly awkward conversation.