"Are you really that dependent on friends?" Voldemort inquired.
"Not really…only you, my first and only friend."
"You never had friends before Hogwarts?"
"I suppose I could, but before I was kicked out, but my father kept my contact with other children minimal, because he feared people would use me to hurt his business. Afterwards, how could I fit in as a witch? He scarred me afterwards. Even if he hadn't, all those beggars have grown hard and wild. I couldn't be that way, especially because I didn't have to fight for my life on the streets like they did. And simply no one else has caught my eye like you have."
He silently contemplated her words.
"I don't know how strong and dependent I can truly be," she whispered.
"From what I know, you have quite a few followers as well."
She gave a small chuckle, "And yet I come crawling back to you."
"So how have your studies been going?"
She chuckled again, "I still can't use a wand properly, only for the most basic spells. It's quite pathetic really. Not to mention I still get tired performing magic. You?"
"I've outgrown what our school year has to offer," he said, quite haughtily.
"You hadn't done that before?" she replied, arching an eyebrow.
"I suppose," he paused a moment, pondering something and then began again. "Remember that time I showed you the Room of Requirement?"
"How could I forget?" Her voice was low. "Don't tell me you've already killed and split your soul."
"Heh, not yet, but I found out something about my ancestry," he announced, a proud gleam in his eye.
Nagini waited and he finally said, "My ancestor is none other than the great Salazar Slytherin."
She stared at him.
"You don't believe me?" he laughed.
"It's not that" she stammered, "Just that it's just amazing!"
"I know, I knew I couldn't possibly come from ordinary wizarding stock. I knew my blood had to be pure." As he said his, Nagini noticed a fanatic red gleam in his eye and she suddenly felt very apprehensive once again about the boy who called himself Lord Voldemort.
"Wonderful," she said acidly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, the momentary red gleam gone. She could not help but notice how his face betrayed him, his voice lacking emotion.
"Nothing," she said sweetly, applying a large fake smile and left. His gaze followed her to the entrance to the girls dorms until she vanished.