Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; I am just making a plot for them.
Nagiri slipped down the corridor, her bare feet making no sound along the stone.
She shook her dirty brown hair out of her eyes, wondering if she had made the right decision. She had overheard Voldemort and Snape discussing how long they thought the prisoner would last without food.
Nagiri knew that if she was going to do this, she would have to do it now. She walked over to where the prisoners were being kept. She heard a gasp and there was a scurry to get to the back of the prison.
She sighed; this was going to take a lot of explaining. She went straight over to where the main prisoner was being kept. She looked down at him, he was a thin boy, who looked about 17, he had jet black hair and bright green eyes behind broken glasses. His name was Harry Potter.
She looked down at him, glaring at her; she never had achieved much people experience, having been raised by the death eaters. She decided to do the direct approach.
"Okay, come on" she said, walking over to the cage to start unlocking it. Harry glared at her more, "Who are you?" he asked rudely.
She sighed, she was hoping she wouldn't have to explain, it was a long story, but she knew Harry and his friends wouldn't cooperate unless they trusted her.
"I'm Nagiri- she was cut off by a gasp. She rolled her eyes; she was very used to that response. "-And yes, I can turn into a snake".
She paused letting this information sink in, it usually took a while. She heard whispering coming from Harry's friend's cages.
The word 'Horcrux' was mentioned a couple of times. "I am NOT the last Horcrux!" she exclaimed, already knowing what they thought.
Voldemort would never trust one of his precious Horcrux's with her; he knew it was too risky. Harry spoke up "Where did Voldemort find you" he said roughly.
Nagiri gave a snort "He didn't find me, that's for sure!" She decided to tell the whole story, she sank onto the floor.
"Okay, here's my story, I am Voldemort daughter". She heard another gasp, and another scramble.
She continued talking "I am a mistake from long ago, when I was six the death eaters came and killed my mother because she stood in their way, so I grew up being raised by Voldemort and the death eaters.
Do you know what that's like? Having a caring mother, a wonderful house, and then being taken in by the most evil wizard of all time, who just happens to be your father?"
She spoke furiously and stared hard at the ground.
She felt a heavy feeling in her stomach and knew that she would cry if her tears hadn't dried up years ago. She had cried so many times, now she knew that nothing changed, and she just had to put up with things.
For years she had been kicked, beaten up and cursed by the death eaters. Now she could have her revenge, if only this boy would help.
She knew that he would be the one to destroy Voldemort one day; she was just going to push that day forward a bit.
Voldemort stalked down the hallway of his hideout, he needed to find Snape. Snape came striding up to him.
"Lord Voldemort, it is the fourth day that the prisoners have gone without food, don't you think that the time is near?" he asked.
Voldemort thought for a moment, he had found that Harry Potter was a much better fighter than he had intended, he had decided to weaken him before their fatal battle.
"I suppose this afternoon will be a good time. Have you seen Nagiri?" he questioned Snape. Snape shrugged, "She was complaining this morning about how much she had to be a snake to make sure that only the most trusted death eaters knew about her.
She was ranting that she was going to tell all of your plans to the minister for magic". Voldemort sighed, Nagiri had always been much easier to manage when she was young. Now that she had grown to her teens she had started throwing fits and complaining about everything.
He had much little control over her than he would have liked, she wasn't scared of being tortured or killed so he couldn't use the element of fear on her.
The only power he had, been threatening that he would stop letting her look after the thresals.
If he had known how much trouble she would be than he wouldn't have taken her in, the only reason he took the child in was that he thought she would prove useful. Unfortunately he hadn't counted on her having a personality.
Harry shook his head, wondering if this was all a dream, it was all too confusing, Voldemort had a daughter!
A daughter that was supposed to be the last Horcrux, but apparently wasn't.
Nagiri had started to talk again so Harry decided to listen, he still wasn't sure whether to trust her or not.
"Everyone felt so sorry for Harry Potter, the boy who lived. His parents were killed and he had to be taken in by muggles. Well what about me?"
She turned to Harry "Imagine that it was your father that killed your mother, when you were six and could still remember her properly. Then you were taken in by her killer and taught dark magic that you didn't want to know.
It may seem that I'm still living, but I'm not. In spirit I died years ago". Harry studied the girl, something looked strange about her, she had lank brown hair, and Tom Riddles hollowed cheekbones, her eyes were dark, but they didn't have…He searched for the word.
She had a look about her, like she'd given up on everything and didn't care anymore. Nagiri turned and looked straight at him, a hint of light played on her black eyes.
"So are you with me or not?".
Hi, I got sick of writing my other Fan Fiction so I just really wrote this one for fun. I might write more of this story but I'm not sure. I guess I'll see if people like it first. Please review!