THE NEVER-ENDING THOUGHTS
"Damn you Potter, I hope you trip on a rock and die. I hope you breathe air and die. I hope you slip on a banana and die. Why on Merlin's saggy balls won't you just die" Voldemort muttered while sitting on his throne, his hand tightening on Nagini, who in turn was rapidly turning purple.
'Massssstte..rrrr, im…. cho…k…ing" Nagini hissed but this was unnoticed by the noseless Dark Lord who was muttering endlessly about Potter.
"Maasster, pleasssee" Nagini once again tried but to no avail she began to resort into desperate measures seeing that the once-green snake is now purple with a lovely slap of red.
Voldemort yelped in his seat when a sudden pain was inflicted upon his hand. He narrowed his eyes on the snake- oh he wish he could crucio the damn snake like he would on Potter.
Of course, Potter, the obnoxious brat, the saviour of the light, the boy-who-lived, the golden gryffindor, the perfect potter, the youngest seeker of the century, the hellspawn who just won't stay dead.
'Masster'' Nagini hissed, opening her mouth to bite his master again after noticing the distant look on his masters face and the mutters forming in his mouth and the word 'Potter' that seemed to be present every 2 seconds.
Voldemort yelped again and glared daggers at his familiar.
"What is it?" He snarled. If looks could kill then Nagini would be dead 3 times over. Dead, three times over, Voldemort scoffed. Even if looks did kill he doubts Potter would just die with one looks because noooo, he just refused to stay- the fuck- dead!
But oh how he wished looks could really kill so he could finally end the foul cretin, Potter.
"Potter..potter…potter…potter" This was the words only Nagini could makeup since the name 'Potter' was heavily emphasised with a spat that the floor was covered with his spit.
"NAGINI!" He jumped from his throne when Nagini finally got pissed and bit his very sensitive sides.
"Masster! you haven been detached for the past 4 hours muttering about Potter again and again, you were squeezing me Masster' Nagini whined glaring in return at his master who was giving him the dirtiest look as if Nagini just announced her marriage with his master's favourite Potter.
Voldemort blinked at his familiar and casted a Tempus spell. She was right, it has been 4 hours and all he had done was think about Potter.
Potter. Motherfucking Pot-
"NAGINI!"
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OMAKE:
Voldemort grumbled in his bed unable to sleep when the moment he closed his eyes all he could think was about Potter.
Potter, Perfect Potter! Oh… if only he could rip out his messy jet-black hair, gouge out his mesmerising green eyes and pull out those sweet ruby red li-
"NAGINI!"