Voldemort x reader Lacuna Memoria ~tsula

Too Many Questions, Not Enough Answers

Waking up felt normal and routine as if the strangeness of the night before had truly been nothing but a dream. The bed was soft, warm, and exactly how it should be. Your thoughts were muddled and drowsy; your body was cradled in the decadent comfort of the mattress. Yet as your mind slowly cleared you could feel a difference. A weight on the bed that caused it to dip on the other side.

You were almost too nervous to open your eyes, but you just couldn't lay there without knowing who was lying with you. Or what for that matter. With deliberate slowness you peeked your eyes open and turned your head to the side.

The answer to your question was a giant snake—the same giant snake from the night before.

Seeing it caused a multitude of reactions, but no sound or movement on your part. Shock caused your heart to pound and your eyes to widen. Fear accelerated your racing heart. Awe had your gaze wandering across the length of this enormous, sleeping monster. And, most pressing of all, the curiosity absolutely ate you alive.

How had you ended up in bed in the first place and what was this massive snake doing sleeping next to you?

As the fear and shock subsided, you started to appreciate the sweetness of this situation. The snake was not threatening, had not harmed you and seemed quite content in sleeping next to you like a pet. Its presence naturally meant that last night had indeed happened and that your intruders were still in the house. However you pushed that back for the time being while carefully turning onto your side.

You felt compelled to touch this creature, not only to verify that it was real, but because you were so in awe at its trusting and domestic position. It was close, very close, sleeping with its head at eye level on the adjacent pillow and its body stretched down the bed to curl beneath your feet. It was easy to admire the beauty of this animal. The deep greens that blended from light to dark in swirling patterns and the smoothness of its scales.

Slowly, carefully, you reached out to run your fingers down its back. Its only response was a subtle shift and a couple flicks of its tongue.

So it didn't attack or run off: both very good signs. At least it meant a potential killer hadn't been left to guard you in your sleep. This snake was massive, but apparently sweeter than its size and poisonous green color would lead you to assume. It reminded you of the misconception people always had about your father's old pit bull. They thought because he looked all big and mean that he acted that way as well. But an animal is only as mean as it has to be and as sweet as it can be.

Obviously this snake had been treated well enough and saw no reason to feel threatened by you; though, your father always said you had an almost magical way with animals. That memory combined with the happenings of last night had you smiling wryly. You supposed, if nothing else, you didn't have to worry about dying of boredom any time soon. Though that still left the possibility of dying to your house guests, but you preferred not to think on that for the time being. If the snake was still there, then Voldemort and his minion were probably there too. Just thinking his name brought back that tickle of memory and the lightheadedness that went along with it.

"She intrigues me."

You remembered him saying that just before you passed out, but what was it that caught his interest? The fact that you knew him somehow? Or had you been right in thinking that he actually could read minds? If so, did that mean that he saw something in your mind that captured his attention?

Deciding it would do no good to lay around and speculate, you pulled yourself up out of the bed and onto a pair of very unsteady feet. Collapsing last night had done you no favors and whatever amount of sleep you had managed obviously didn't leave you feeling much better. But you managed to stand at least and, aside from a brief dizzy spell, there seemed to be no real harm done.