Untold Harry and Voldemort
Chapter 3
Voldemort retreated to his study.
"So, Nagini, what do you think of our guest so far?" Voldemort asked.
"He's not very nice," said the snake.
"Well don't worry. You will get used to him," Voldemort assured her, "Now, my next step is getting rid of his muggle relatives. Trouble is, getting through the blood wards. I can think about that later. Right now I need to find a way to make the boy mine."
Voldemort came up with an idea. Of course, thought Voldemort, I will make him my son!
"What do you think, Nagini?" Voldemort pet the snake.
"Of course, Master," Nagini hissed in Parseltongue."
"Right, then. I'm going to see how my horcrux is doing." Voldemort walked down the hall to Harry's room.
He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He saw that Harry was sleeping. He took the boy's arm and saw that it had a wound from where Wormtail had cut it. He used his wand to heal Harry's arm. He let go of Harry and moved away from the bed.
"Don't worry my little horcrux. You're safe here with me," Voldemort whispered.
With a smirk on his face, Voldemort left the room and locked the door.
He is still young, but, then again, so was I once.