Sooo, I´m sorry that I did not update sooner, but I had much work to do for school. I decided that I´d update every sunday. :) Here´s my newest chapter also beta-ed by my wonderfull beta TwistedGrim. *_*
~Parseltounge~ Thinking 'Speacking'
Harry woke up to light shining through a window. It was strange, the place he was laying on felt like a bed, but the last thing he remembered was running away from Dudley and his little gang.
Something wasn't right here. He was forgetting something. Something important.
And then everything came back and hit him with full force. That he ran away but still got caught. That Dudley and his friends ganged up on him and beat him into a pulp. And how he had woken up before, only to be met with a red light.
He was taken by somebody, a wizard somebody, and someone who thought it best to stun him rather than take him while he was awake.
However, the only people Harry could think of that would kidnap him were Death Eaters, but then he would be in some cold dungeon, not on a comfortable bed. So where was he, and who took him here?
While Harry was thinking about the situation he found himself in, he felt something shift on him. Wait. On him?!
Quickly he shot up, only to feel this something tightening around him like a big rope. What´s going on?!
Harry looked down his body, and what he saw made him pale.
~Stupid human. It was so nice and warm and I was having such a great dream. Many big rabbits were running around, free to hunt...~
~W-What?~ He was unconsciously stuttering in parseltongue.
~Ah, you speak. I've only ever met Master who could speak my tongue~ Her coils refused to loosen. It looked like she would be staying on him for a while.
~M-Master~ Harry asked a bit frightened.
~Yes. Tom was not happy that you were injured.~ Tom? As in Tom Riddle? Oh he was really in deep trouble if that's the case... But why was Voldemort unhappy about his injuries? He probably wanted to inflict them himself and someone else injured his 'prey'…
~ But why was he unhappy?~ He asked the snake that he now knew she was Nagini, before slowly laying down again. He could do nothing else in this situation. He was essentially tied to a bed by a large snake, and had no wand. Bloody hell, this was probably in the same house as one of the Death Eaters and most likely Voldemort himself. However, as he moved he noticed that there was no pain. But how is that possible? It didn't make any sense to heal him if he would be killed later anyway.
~Ah, one of his, how do you humans say it, friends? One of his friends brought you. But when Tom saw you hurt like that he became furious. He said you were not to be touched, you know.~
~But why is there no pain? And why am I sleeping in a normal bed and not a small, cold, cell in the dungeons?~ Harry asked, still confused about his situation.
~He got someone that healed you and- ~ Nagini was cut off.
Just as she was about to answer his second question, the door opened and someone came in.
I hope you liked it and please tell me what you think.