Whoop, my first HP fic. How sad.

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'The Snake'

Tom Riddle, or now known to the Wizarding World as Voldemort, did not love. Everyone knew that. Though he did hold someone (or something) close to his heart – his snake.

However, there were a select idiotic few amongst his minions who thought that Voldemort actually loved the fearsome, mysterious, Bellatrix Lestrange who 'toyed with her food.' This was not the case. Though it was painfully obvious that she liked him, he did not. There was a bit of 'tension' back in his earlier days, but it could only be described as a lustful relationship that was built only on release and not love.

The relationship between Voldemort and his snake was completely different. COMEPLELY different.

Unlike Bella, his snake was the only one that had always been there with him. The Death Eaters would go off and do their bidding, but his snake would stay with him. Also, with the power of Parseltongue, he would tell the snake all of his troubles and dreams and plans of finally killing that wretched Potter boy.

And the snake would listen to him and would sometimes reply back with a hiss or nod her head and then she would coil up at his feet or on his lap and rest her eyes, pleasantly hissing as his pale hands stroked her dark scales.

Besides from being understanding and there for him, she never once got on his nerves. She wasn't like the vast majority of the Death Eaters who were agonizingly annoying nor did she nearly orgasm from being in the very presence of him or sigh with pleasure if he took the slightest glance at them – she was… different. She greeted him with a slight flicker of her tongue and would casually follow him at his feet. When he was greatly stressed, she would either leave him alone to brood or would slither up to him and nudge his hand so that he could focus on stroking her (which was rather relaxing for the both of them.)

And, although Riddle wouldn't admit it, he would actually be quite troubled if Nagini were to leave him. Unlike the Death Eaters, who (for MOST of them, anyway) he really didn't care if they died or not, he had grown accustomed to Nagini's company. When he would wake up, there was Nagini. When he was planning a cleverly thought-out plan that would be the cause of Harry Potter's downfall, there was Nagini. The only time that he wouldn't see Nagini, would be if he were dueling; be it the famous Dumbledore of the troublesome Potter and his entourage.

But, even his feelings of Nagini (and possibly even Bellatrix) were nowhere even near… love. Which is rather somewhat sad, how can one go on without love?