The Hogwarts Express left the platform and she made my way down the hall, searching for a compartment. They were all full except for the very end, with only 3 boys sitting in it. She opened the glass door and asked "Could I sit here, everywhere else is full."
They all stared at her blankly. Whether they cared or not, she went in, closed the glass door behind her and sat down.
They kept staring at her, as if she were some kind of idiot. "What?" she snapped, irritated.
The pale dark haired boy near the window asked, "Who are you?"
"Nagini Regin," she answered.
"First year, right?"
"Yes."
"Where'd you come from?"
"What do you mean?"
"Where do you live?" he asked, with a roll of his eyes.
"The streets of London," she said unashamed.
"You're an orphan?"
"Yes, my mother died when I was five."
The other boys tried to look sympathetic, but they were not doing a good job. The pale boy wasn't even trying. "How'd you survive?"
"Magic, of course. I had to steal food or money for it or I would've starved."
His face contorted into a look of interest and waved his hand and the other boys left. He was their leader, Nagini realized. He gestured for her to sit in front of him.
"What's your name?" she asked him.
"Lord Voldemort," he replied.
"Lord?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Well, my real name is Tom Riddle."
"How long have you been to Hogwarts?"
"This is my second year." At last, the ghost of a smile flitted across his face. "I'm an orphan too, I grew up in a Muggle orphanage."
"Muggle?" she asked, confused.
"Non magic," he explained. He was looking at Nagini intently, staring straight into her black eyes. "You said you used magic to steal. Show me." It wasn't a request, but an order. But she obliged. She conjured up a small pebble and placed it on her palm. She concentrated and it flew up, floating in the air.
Voldemort's eyes widened, impressed.
The more they spoke, the more Nagini liked Voldemort. Maybe any other girl would've ran screaming in the other direction, but Nagini was just as capable of everything Voldemort was, just without a wand.
"Have you been able to cast any spells with a wand?"
She sighed, "No. I'm not sure if it's just me or the wand. Mr. Ollivander said that none of the wands in his shop suited me properly."
But before he could reply, a kind faced lady was pushing a cart. "Anything off the cart, dears?"
Nagini refused. She assumed he had as little money as she did since he didn't buy anything either.
"So which side of the family do you think you got your magic from?"
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "My mother never said much about my father and he died before I was born. I don't think it could be her either, I'm sure she'd tell me."
"You could be muggleborn," he suggested, and he pursed his lips.
"Is that bad?" she asked, confused.
He sighed ever so slightly, "Not really, but there are those who don't like mugglebornes. They believe they're untrustworthy since they weren't raised to know wizarding ways."
Nagini was silent.
"I know I'm in Slytherin, but I swear I'm different, whether you're muggleborn or not."
"Slytherin?" she asked.
"School houses," he replied. He launched into a full explanation of all the houses and their traits and even some famous witches and wizards they've turned out.
At the time, little did Nagini know she was sitting right in front of someone who would be added onto that list.
He smiled, "You'll be in Slytherin, you have to be."