Hello! I hope you enjoy my story. I'm already starting on the second chapter. So hear are the warnings.

WARNINGS: Language, violence, kidnapping, Not very nice people.

I think that's about it so read on and tell me what you think. Also if anyone interested in being a beta for this story message me please.

~Nagini speaking~


Chapter One:

It wasn't everyday that a plan of the Dark Lord Voldemort was ruined. In fact his plans only seemed to go awry when a certain Potter was involved, he thought. Voldemort was currently in his study watching as hordes of house elves fixed Riddle Manor after a rather explosive curse from the Dark Lord. It wasn't his fault that not only was his plan ruined entirely by that Potter brat. But several of his most loyal Death Eaters were taken into custody by a couple of brats who hadn't even taken their N.E.W.T.'s yet. Of course the Order of Phoenix arrived, but even then by that time some of them had already been taken out. Idiots, complete failures of all that was Magic, sometimes he wondered if they had a morning routine of cursing themselves with the Confundus Charm. That would make sense. But by all that was Salazar why couldn't his followers have a bit of brain. Just one battle and the world knew he was back and most of his inner circle was in Azkaban. He just broke into that thrice-cursed place a couple of months ago.

Of course now, his negotiations with the dementors were almost complete. They abhorred Light magic as much as he did (if not more). And for good reason too. The Patronus charm was utterly painful to them. It had all those happy feelings in a compact reasonably sized animal form. It was the perfect thing to feed from till they did start to feed from it. Then the Patronus would mirror into itself creating a rebounded happy memory. Which sounded like a good thing but most things that rebounded had a way of hurting things around it (boomerangs, rocks, and killing curses to name a few). The dementors (who had already started feeding from the feelings of one good memory) would suddenly have not one set of feelings from but two. With the feelings being the exactly the same (once the dementor stopped being utterly baffled by the odd sensation) then the first set of feelings would be pulled forcibly from them, readied by the Patronus and sent back with the force of a small Bombardment spell. All this would happen in a mere span of seconds and repeat. Till all the dementor wanted to do was run away from the accursed shiny bait. This left the witch/wizard truly alone with their shiny breath-taking Patronus which would help them recover from the feeling of a dementor eating on their feelings. And that was just one instance when the so-called Light magic was actually more brutal then the Dark Magic counterpart. That was then Lord Voldemort realized his internal professor/scholar had gone on in an inner discussion of Light Magic and how it was just as bad as Dark Magic in some cases.

He cursed once again and turned his mind to the more recent problem. Potter. He knew that there was a prophecy about the two of them, which was now, destroyed which left Voldemort options quite limited. It wasn't as if he could go to Dumbledore and strike up a conversation about. Trelawney, who spoke the prophecy wasn't much of an answer either. Prophetesses never really remembered a prophecy. Of course, from what Bellatrix had said that Potter didn't know about the prophecy either. That much was evident when Voldemort tried to posses him at the ministry. And by all that was Salazar that hurt. It felt like something in Potter was trying to join him and fight him at the same time. That was the first time in ages something tried to join with him like that. The last time was when he investigated that old Egyptian Crypt of parselmouths magician. Parslemouths….Didn't he hear rumors of the Potter child being a parselmouth? But how could that be? When he researched the major Pureblood bloodlines the Potters didn't have an ounce of Slytherin blood in them for decades. Unless his mother was related to a distant squib. No not even that could work for once a child of the Gaunts realized they had a squib they would kill them. But that feeling with the Potter child did remind him of something. If only he could remember…..

No he couldn't possibly be that. But there was only one way to be sure he had to go find Nagini. He knew that the most sure fired way of finding her was finding unsuspecting victims. And with the copious amount of House elves around she'd probably be stalking them. She called it practice but Voldemort could almost be sure that she just liked hearing them squeak in terror. He found her after walking through the now semi-fixed Grand Hall that his guess was indeed true somehow she got on top of a curtain rod unnoticed and was about to drop on some unsuspecting House Elves. Not one to ruin her moment of fun, he watched. The House Elves were intent on the cleaning of numerous blood stains on the now cracked marble floor, and had no idea that they were about to be scared out of their wits. Nagini was curling preparing to pounce and land on as many elves as possible. A moment past slowly without much happening then in seemingly slow motion Nagini made her move. Leaping into the air, coils unbound landing on the unsuspecting elves. Several shrill terrified squeaks were heard before the elves disappeared as one. Leaving a very satisfied snake. ~Yesss, all Elvess will sssqueak in terror before the mighty Nagini,~ she said~ Now to find the new victimsss.~

Well that was one mystery of the world solved now to another."Nagini, leave the poor elvesss alone. I have sssome need of you." said Voldemort.

Nagini only now noticing that he was here slithered over. ~What do you need from me, Speaker. Sssurely it can wait. Until thisss dessstruction iss fixed.~ She said it almost mournfully. Like a child being called to do chores.

"Sssadly it cannot. I have an eerie thought of how that Potter brat stopped me from posssesssing him. And if itsss true… We might have another problem on our hand."

Nagini sighed in a way only snakes could and wrapped herself around Voldemort. ~Very well. What iss it you need me to do, Sspeaker?~

"Here, I'll explain as we leave. The Grand Hall can't take two explosions in one day." said Voldemort. They left on their way to the more secure part of the Manor to the newly made ritual rooms. "Ass you know, Nagini, that I attempted to posssesss the Potter child at the Minisstry, correct?," Nagini nodded. "I only just realized that the feeling wasss clossse to how it wass when we mindssshare."

~Like when we bite the Invissble One in the Hall of circle-ssstonesss?~ Nagini asked.

"Yesss. Jussst like that. Only it felt like one of usss wass fighting to join and leave at the sssame time." They had arrived at the ritual room. The room was the standard black floor with jars of white chalk and dried herbs pushed to the side.

~That makesss no ssensse, SSpeaker.~ said Nagini.

"It doesss if the Potter child wassss one of my Horcruxes and I didn't know it….. And if that is true. Then this changesss everything." It was quiet after that. Nagini just stared at Voldemort, as if looking for something. Then she just nodded and asked.

~What do you need me to do?~ Voldemort sighed as if a great weight was lifted from him.

"I will try to possssesss you. All you need to do is try to fight me. Now thisss will feel ssssimilar to when we ssshare minds but itsss much more violent. Sssso when you're ready let me now?" asked Voldemort. Nagini slithered off his shoulders and on to the cellar floor. It took a moment for her to settle but once she did. She gave a nod to Voldemort.

He took a breath then sent his mind and spirit into Nagini and with that his body disappeared. The next moment he was in Nagini fighting for control. It was with strength of will. And Voldemort went all out and then he felt it. The same feeling when possessing Harry, a contradicting emotion was coming from Nagini. Her mind was fighting tooth and nail, like a cornered animal, but part of her soul, the part that was his, was welcoming him trying to reach out to join together once again. It was disconcerting and he couldn't stand much of it. He left Nagini's mind and formed his body once again. So it was true. Somehow on that All Hallows Eve all those years ago, his soul split yet again. He had made his 7th Horcrux. Albeit it was unintentional, but with the destruction of his Diary. The pieces of him were much more important. And wasn't the diary destroyed at Hogwarts? Albus was sure to make a connection. That just made it all more important to find out how much Dumbledore had found out about his Horcuxes. And to a greater need of capturing the Potter child not just killing him as was his original plan. He needed to make a new plan and to research.

"Come Nagini, we have some work to do. " said Voldemort. And with that he left.


It was some hours later, when the Death Eaters heard a deep laugh of triumphant joy that sent shivers down their spine. Not a span of seconds past when a rat-like man clutched his left arm in pain and a young boy thousands of miles away shifted in his sleep and let out a pained gasp.