It was Christmas day. Nagini had just woken up to an empty dorm. There were very few Slytherins anyways. Most of them had families that wanted them home, unlike her. She looked to the foot of her bed and saw one present, from Tom. She tore off the green wrapping and saw a black book, by the name of Magick's Moste Evile
She sighed, wondering when she really was going to become evil like Voldemort had said. She wondered how he had gotten it anyways; maybe he still had a bit of money left from his Hogwarts fund. She had barely anything left and had settled on making him a glass snake that slithered around with green flame on its insides. She had wanted to make it heat sensitive, so that it would warm cool things up and cool down warm things, but she found it to be too energy consuming.
She carefully put her new book at the bottom of her trunk and walked to the common room. Voldemort was there.
"Merry Christmas," he said. He flashed her one of those smiles again, the one that never seemed to touch his eyes.
"Merry Christmas," she said. "Did you get my gift?"
He held up his right hand, where a tiny glass snake was slithering around the fingers, "It's cute, but is there any real use to it?"
She hadn't been expecting that, "Well, I wanted to charm it to be warm where it's cold and cold where it's warm, but I couldn't really figure out how to."
"You've got unlimited magical skill and you can't do something as simple as heat exchange?"
Nagini blushed, a faint pink on her otherwise pale face. She felt kind of uncomfortable, and awkward silence stretched, one minute, two minutes, three minutes. Control yourself, she thought. "Come on, let's go."
She went forward, slipped her small fingers around his cold hand and pulled him with her to the Great Hall.
Voldemort withheld a gasp, while anger began silently threatening to take control. He couldn't believe that she dared to touch him like that but he ignored it. For the first time since he had met her, he was getting a tiny view of what was going on in her mind. His legillemency had been steadily improving and the sudden elevation of emotions was giving him a view of her mind.
"Get out of my house you witch!" a man bellowed, eyes popping. He was skinny and in what were obviously very expensive clothes.
"But Daddy!" a miniature Nagini sobbed. Her face was red and shining with tears. Her hair was completely messed up and he could see the beginnings of a bruise forming on her cheek. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I will not house a witch under my house! For all I know, you're trying to send me to hell for being a good, honest businessman. You will leave NOW!"
"Don't I get to take any of my possessions?" Voldemort was seriously wondering how she was managing to even speak at this point. Sobs racked her tiny body, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.
"Feel glad that I'm allowing you to take the clothes on your back and the change in your pockets," he hissed. He picked her up and tried to throw her out of the door, only to find his fingers burned. He settled on kicking her out until she ran screaming and sobbing into the rain, scowling at how the hard, rough concrete seemed to make no impression on her skin. He slammed the door shut behind him and Nagini sobbed as her expensive clothes got ruined by the rain and mud.
He almost felt bad for her.
"Get out of my head!" Nagini screamed. The green snake slithering around his hand suddenly became far larger and began trying to suffocating him. So she can make a tiny glass snake suddenly turn into a python and not do something useful with it?
His lungs burned and he felt as though death was only a few seconds away. He thought that his spine was in danger of cracking and at the last second, the python loosened and turned into the innocent glass snake once again. "I'm sorry," he gasped.
"I'll tell you when I am."