Peter was shaking by the time he made it before Voldemort, little Carina beneath his cloak with Notice-Me-Not charm upon her.

"What do you have for me, Pettigrew?"

Peter shook terrified of what was going to happen to his bundle.

"Pet'r." A hard jab in his gut made him wince.

"I will not ask again, rat!"

Pettigrew slowly lifted his arm, dropping the charm and letting the inner circle and Voldemort to view the toddler clinging to his side.

Eyes of the sea were focused not on the man on the huge ass throne in the center room, but the ginormous gorgeous snake that was wrapped around it.

~What a beauty!~

Peter made a choking sound next to her and Rikki (or as she was fondly called by Peter, Carina) turned to see him gaping at her.

"What?"

"You can speak Parseltongue?"

Carina wrinkled her nose, "What?"

The man or monster person in the center of the room, "You've brought me the child, I commend you."

"I told him to take me." She patted Peter's head, "Pet'r good doing what he's told."

The crimson gaze shifted to the toddler who had shocked his inner circle with her rare gift.

She tilted her head and smiled.

~I came here to tell you that the prophecy is self-fulfilling. By going after me, you will create the very thing that will destroy you in the end.~

His crimson gaze narrowed sharply and Carina tried her best to keep her smile from growing wicked as she knew he realized she wasn't what she seemed.

"What are you?"

A little musical giggle came from the child, a tilt of her head and curl fell to the side.

"Depends on context."

~This form is so annoying. So small. My only friend tells me when I'm five I'll be able to morph though so that's something to look forward to.~

She let out a forlorn sigh. Before connecting her sea gaze with his fiery one.

~I wish to have no part in your war. I will not side with either Dark or Light. I will remain a neutral party.~

"The Potters are not known to be neutral."

She shrugged.

~They died before, they might die again. It might be inevitable for them.~

His clawed fingers dug into his stone throne causing them to creak sounding almost dangerously like nails upon a chalkboard.

~What does that mean?~

~This is not the first life I've lived.~

A ripple of magic flooded the room at her words even if only three could understand them.

Peter let out a gasp, "I can remember him, the boy who lived before."

"Show me."

Carina was placed on the ground, as Peter stepped forward for his mind to be shown. Death no doubt allowed only glimpses of Harry's past to be seen, only crucial points that could stop the war from ever happening or rather continuing. She toddled forward and smiled as the large snake met her halfway.

~Hello beautiful what's your name?~

The giant snake's head rose proudly over the toddler's.

~I am Nagini.~

~You may call me Carina, if you like.~

~Little speaker, perhaps I can ask my master to not kill you and instead you could be my pet.~

Carina smiled a serpent-like grin.

~I can't be easily killed.~

Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the inner circle shifting anxiously, all no doubt wondering why their master hadn't killed her already.

"Death happens."

The crimson gaze was redirected towards her as she wished for it to be.

She shrugged, "I don' care. Pet'r mine."

~Anyone else is yours.~

"What will you give me in return for his life?"

This time she smiled wickedly, for she had already had made rough plans with Death before she had age-regressed.

Carina toddled over to the throne, ignoring Peter's warning gaze, and sat on the top step beside the throne, her little feet swinging.

~Do you know that if you had claimed your Lordship you would have found a very useful piece of literature?~ She tilted her head to the side. ~Herpo the Foul was the first wizard to ever create an object that simulates the appearance of immortality. However, after he did it he wrote extensively of the pros and cons in his journals. The one point he was adamant about was it was unnecessary and dangerous to do it more than once.~

With a rough command Voldemort ordered the last of his minions out of the room so all that were left was Carina, the snake, Peter and him.

His clawed hands grabbed her neck and lifted her to his face.

"Look, if you want."

Carina knew what he would see. Her mind was an open book but sculpted for the peerers to see only what they sought in a limited edition.

He gasped when he saw the glowing sign of the Deathly Hallows at the back of her mind, dropping her from his grasp.

"Ew." The last place she wanted to be was in his lap. She clambored from it, dropping from the throne and caught by the coils of Nagini.

Looking back into the intense crimson gaze that seemed to be shaking, oh it was due to the whole monster shaking...it seemed his sanity was cracking. Carina needed him to make the promise soon.

~On my fifth birthday, I'll be able to regain my inheritance. My core will be at the optimal size for me to do the ritual to bond two horcruxes back with your original body. I would suggest two of the earliest ones: the ring and the diary. You will regain a fair amount of your sanity and you will be stronger than ever before.~

Pointed teeth grinded together, while Carina held a wince and Peter stayed huddled in a far corner.

"I could kill him now, and then…"

A whimper came from the corner.

"Then I won't die."

~We will be back to the original version of this story. You will try to kill me, and instead make me horcrux. Jackass in the castle will then try to use me against you. Not that I'd allow that but still. I don't like him, I'd never side with him. I am giving you a fair deal.~

As if trying to make up his mind for him, the door opened up to the throne room and in waltzed the craziest bitch of them all.

From the tip of her wand came a raven of fire that swallowed Carina up from the ground.

Peter let out a strangled cry as he watched Carina get enveloped in flames, but then jumped back as the fire rose to higher heights until a woman of fire stood in blaze cackling.

"Fire of all things!" Her laughter was the cackle of the blaze. "Oh, you don't know me at all bitch."

With one last gale of laughter the fire died down and in its embers sat little Carina smiling at everyone untouched from the flames. Peter rushed forward and held her in his arms sobbing.

She patted his head as patiently as she could while keeping her eye on Voldemort who was trying to keep his features underwraps and not show his shock and the bitch who was even more furious than before.

She smiled at them, "I like fire."

~So as I was saying, I won't die.~ She giggled. ~Do we have a deal Voldemort, do you promise?~

Blood red eyes narrowed and viper like teeth clenched.

~I promise as long as its within my power to make sure no harm comes to Peter Pettigrew as long as Heir Potter helps me regain what I have lost once she is five years of age.~

"Good." Carina smiled as her magic bound him to the promise, alongside his.

"What have you done, mi'lord?"

Carina giggles at Bellatrix.

Her grey eyes flash towards the toddler, "You! You should be dead, you lil chit!"

This time its lightning that springs forth, but hits a barrier around Peter and her. Carina reaches forward smiling at the feeling of the power from the lightning hitting it, allowing the power to seep into her fingertips until she's holding a ball of lightning.

Her little smile is positively wicked as she says, "I like lightning too."