Voldemort woke up startled. He clearly remembered an insane dream related to Harry Potter in his bed. He sat up to check.
And screamed.
There next to his bed was a weird alien like thing with Nagini wrapped around it.
'Yes, good snake, kill it."
He took a closer look. This Potter-sized thing with, well, no hair, slitted nostrils… wait.
That magical signature.
"POTTER!" he screeched. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
A reply with a hiss reached his ears.
"Can't you tell? I'm being a kid Voldemort! Bald kids are a bit creepy with snake features aren't they? This is what I was scarred for life with when I was 1."
Potter then started leering at him. Shit. He was still naked.
Voldemort leapt up with his sheets around his waist and hurriedly shuffled towards the bathroom, muttering about stupid teenagers and his chastity, leaving behind a laughing Potter and snake.
"Please let this be a dream."
Ok, I'll admit, that was really weird. Here marks the third chapter of the weird chronicles of DID.