Disclaimer:I don't own Nagini, Voldemort, Peter or anyone else. I only own Nagini's nicknames and the lint in my pocket.
Dysfunctional Snake
I was born a lovely blonde girl, with beautiful hips that everyone loved. I had a wonderful boyfriend named Tom Riddle, who was going to be evil, but because of my love I made him good again. Actually thats a lie. I think that mouse was dying. They tend to make me hallucinate.
I was born a snake. I was this absolutely normal snake that had the misfortune to be host to a parasite. The parasites name is Tom Riddle, but hes more commonly known as Lord Voldemort. He acts like Lord of the Brats. Not a commonly known fact, I hate this stuck up cretin. Wish he would die actually. But at the same time I dont. I love him. Sad isnt it. My mother would cry.
Now I'm usually very well tempered. I'm not a bad snake. My mother trained me to survive, however necessary. But I'd make a good pet I guess. However twelve foot long snakes aren't all the rage I've heard. Well, what can I say, I never really was.
"Nagini" If I was human, I'd be glaring. I don't like Brat-Lord's voice. It's rather high pitched and irritating. Besides he speaks with this funny accent. Don't really like that either. Before he didn't. Before he spoke like a real snake. Hey Rat-Boy's coming.
Rat-Boy is this cold-fingered, cowering, stupid, midget that serves Brat-Lord. Apparently he changes into a rat. Wonder if Brat-Lord would mind if I ate him? Actually that might not be good. He'd probably make me sick. Stupid Rat-Boy can't even bother to taste good.
"Nagini come here." And what if I don't want to I wonder. Brat-Lord's annoying, but he won't listen to me. Just because he's bigger and has some stupid retarded stick thingy that kills people doesn't mean he can boss me around. Actually it probably does. Still, jerk has no right. Or does he? Rat-Boy is at the bottom of the hall shaking again. Silly little Rat-Boy, you're so busy being scared to even notice me, slinking down the hall to bit and eat you up.
"NAGINI, STOP TRYING TO SCARE WORMTAIL!" I wince. Did I say that last bit aloud? Not fair. I lift my head up to hiss a protest.
"But you don't need him!" I whine.
"Don't even think about it." I grumble. No respect. No respect for the creepy little snake that has no life outside of a homicidal manic obsessed with taking over the world. He thinks I'm disturbed. I wonder about him more these days.
He wasn't always like this, just after he got his body back. Before he was nice. Before I loved him. Before I worshipped the ground he walked, or glided, or whatever he did. It was a messed up relationship from the start. He was on obsessive stalker of a sixteen year old boy, and I was a snake, who really only wanted to be a pet.
Life is seriously messed up.
"Nagini." He calls me, softer this time. I slide across the floor, his at Rat-Boy and coil around the foot of his chair. He pets me, scratches my shedding skin. For a while I can pretend he loves me. For a while I can pretend I'm not in a dysfunctional relationship between a snake and a man.