Nagini couldn't keep the sound of that girl's whimpering out of her head. She could still remember what adventure Voldemort had taken her on yesterday. Well actually, she didn't mind that too much. Although it still made her a bit queasy, her heart was only a few degrees warmer than Voldemort's cold and black heart.
What she couldn't keep out of her head was that expression he had on his face as he was torturing her. He didn't lay one spell on her, but with a few well spoken words, he reduced the tiny little ravenclaw into something close to a sobbing wreck. She maintained her stature in front of him, but Nagini could hear her begin to sob as ran away.
All that with the words, "You know you have no friends."
Well, those really weren't remarkable words, but it was uncanny how spot on he was. It really wasn't anything that would make anyone else react like that. All that because she happened to be in the way…
***
Voldemort was sitting across her in the common room. "I know you felt a bit disturbed at what I did in the corridor," he said, with a slight smirk.
"Was it really necessary?" Although it still felt odd talking to him, such a strangely intense and emotionless person all at the same time, but she felt slightly more comfortable, as if she knew this is where she belonged, not in the dorm room with the rest of the girls.
"Not a worry, soon enough you'll understand," he chuckled slightly, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
She sighed, "And I suppose I'll understand why you always have to be so mysterious all the time as well?"
"Naturally, I chose you as a friend for a reason you know," he began, leaning forward slightly. "I can tell that you're like me, cold, alone, powerful and strong, very useful traits."
"You don't know what it's like to truly feel alone," she whispered.
"Perhaps, educate me?"
"You may have never had parents, but you lived in an orphanage, where there were people to feed you and take care for you. Being alone was your choice and yours alone. Being forced into it is completely different. I know for a fact that without magic, death would've been a short few days away. That's what you call alone," she gave a bitter chuckle, her eyes burning as black as death.
She didn't resent it quite that much; she actually could've simply found a way sneak herself into any family, but she was too arrogant to bother. Besides, she found it could be a very easy way to impress the likes of Voldemort, or get sympathy from anyone else.
"Tell me, how did you manage to control your magic without a wand?"
"Well, my mother died soon after giving birth to me and my father, a muggle, abandoned me soon after my first bout of magic when I was 5, wonderful man right? And slowly after that, I began practicing it, for I would go hungry if something went wrong. I never knew why I couldn't make my own food, so I could only steal it or money to buy it. Then I would dress myself up to look presentable enough to walk into a shop without being dragged off by security.
"I've revealed my life for the first time, how about yours?" She requested with a smile.
He shrugged, "what's there to reveal? I grew up in an orphanage and ended up with a letter from Hogwarts to learn here."
"What about your first time with magic?"
"Well, I was arguing with another child at the orphanage, and he suddenly began screaming and twitching. I never forgot that, the feeling that I could make them hurt when I wanted to." Suddenly, his face lit up, but rather than enhancing his already handsome features, he looked inhuman and snakelike.
A cold chill seemed to emanate from him, something that was actually physical and she shivered slightly. He suddenly looked straight into her eyes, and she could see how the irises had narrowed into thin slits.