If some idiot told me a month ago that I would be sitting across Voldemort in some muggle café and have a pleasant conversation with him, I would have sent him straight to a mental institution.

Confused? Well let's back track a few moments.

After soaking his very expensive shirt with my tear and snot, he dragged me to the nearest café bought me a cup of hot chocolate and silently watched me as I sob like a 4-year-old child.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

Not having a strength to speak I nodded my head.

"Good." He said then groaned in annoyance.

I looked up to him and saw him intently staring at me. "What?"

"I did not expect this is how my day will go." He explained.

I raised a brow in his direction gaining my confidence as if I never cried in front of this Dark Lord with a large ego, "Do you think I did?"

"Silence insolent brat." He sneered. "I'm starting to think I liked it better when you're a blubbering mess."

I grimaced in embarrassment. "It's a moment of weakness, don't judge me!"

He smirked. "Oh my, what would Dumbledore say? If he found out that his savior becomes a cry baby in front of me."

"I'm not a cry baby!" I argued. "You just happen to piss me off and I ranted and you did something un-dark lordish and I cried!"

"Un-Dark Lordish?" Voldemort snorted. "Your vocabulary is very interesting Potter."

I growled at him. The conversation ended at that but a moment silence was broken when my curiosity reached its peak.

"What happened to your snake-like body?" I blurted out.

A grin spread out of his lips. "Ah, I wonder too. But maybe you could answer that."

"You think I have the answer? How would I know?" I exclaimed.

"Well, I wonder how you manage to recognize me in this form." He answered leaning back gracefully.

Confused I replied. "Didn't your minions tell you?"

"Minions?"

"Yeah, um. . . Lucius Malfoy in particular."

"What Lucius forgot to mention that relevantly important in my current appearance?"

"Well. . . In my second year, the chamber of secrets was opened and the basilisk was let out to wreak havoc inside the school."

"What?!" He exclaimed angrily, his sapphire eyes turned red in fury. "How did it happen?!"

"Ah. . . Your diary came into possession of a student and your 16-year-oldself tried to possess the said student and me being unable to help myself saving people I kind of stab your diary with a basilisk fang and destroyed the diary in process." I recounted.

"And you saw me in this appearance back then?" He asked barely holding his anger.

I nodded.

"And please tell me how did the student of Hogwarts came into possession of my diary when I remember giving it to Lucius for protection?"

"I don't really know the whole story but he slipped it among the books of Ginny Weasley to spite Arthur Weasley, something about making Mr. Weasley look back for having keeping a dark artifact."

He gritted his teeth. "And my diary is destroyed?"

"Yes."

"And how did you destroy it again?"

"With a basilisk fang?"

"You're telling me that you killed my basilisk?"

"Um. . . Yes?"

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" He said, his hands white in held anger. "Like how you were able to enter the chamber of secrets?"

"Through the 2nd floor girl's bathroom?"

"I know that little brat!" He growled. "You won't be able enter the chamber unless you can speak parseltongue."

"Oh yeah, I apparently able to speak parseltongue."

"WHAT!" He exclaimed standing up from his position.

I flinched in surprise in his outburst. "I don't really know how I did, but Dumbledore suspects that on the night you tried to kill me and you somehow left some of your powers in me or whatever it is."

He paused staring at me. "He said that?"

I nodded.

He sat back again and frowned.

Time ticked by as his silence continued, I glanced up to the small clock placed at a random wall in the café. 6:45 it says.

Realizing how late it was and nearing the curfew Aunt Petunia gave me I stood up in panic making the Dark Lord look up from his musings.

"Where are you going?" He asked. "We're not done talking yet."

"Yeah, despite you being an obsessed psychopath trying to kill me I'd rather go home now before I'm locked out of my relative's house while you decide whether to kill me or not."

"You can't leave yet Potter."

"I don't really care I'm going before I freeze to death sleeping outside because you can't decide whether to kill me or not." I turned to leave.

He grabbed my arm and glared at me.

I detached my arm from his grip. "I really need to go. Look, if you finalize your decision in planning my demise, please don't be afraid visiting Number 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging."

I ran out of the café thinking how stupid I was saying my relatives address. I did not turn back and run back to my Aunt's house.