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Potter was braiding Nagini's hair. Nagini was thoroughly enjoying herself. He had gone through Nagini's memories and discovered that Potter had woken up and finding the giant snake sitting on his bed, looming over him, had panicked and cast the most advanced transfiguration spell wordlessly and wandlessly, turning Nagini into a chubby-cheeked, pouty, little girl with long dark hair and green eyes. The stress of seeing Nagini as a snake had made him faint. Then Potter had woken up, only finding the little girl, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him curiously. He must have thought he hallucinated the snake.
He was still suspicious of Potter. There was no guarantee that Potter wasn't faking. It seemed ludicrous that Potter would manage such powerful magic, but fall prey to the obliviate charm, even if it was cast by him, the most skilled and talented wizard in history. Potter caught him staring, and he had to give the boy a charming smile while adding Veritaserum to the tea. If Potter was bluffing about the memory loss, he would find out.
"Maybe I should see a doctor, Tom?" Potter asked, adjusting a butterfly pin to Nagini's hair. "You know... for my memory loss."
"Well, it's a good thing that I am a doctor," Voldemort answered with a sweet smile, internally seething that the insufferable Gryffindor was addressing him by his muggle name. "I have examined your head, and there is no damage. There is nothing we can do about memory loss for now. You just need to surround yourself with familiar things, and things will slowly return to you."
"You are a doctor?" Harry looked somehow excited. He tsked playfully, licked the tip of his index finger and brushed away Nagini's tiny baby hair to the side of her head. "I snagged myself a doctor husband."
Snagged? What was going on in this boy's head? Merlin's sake! But then a smirk curled his lips, as he contemplated further, realizing that a handsome man like him must have left quite the impression on Potter's feeble mind.
"You look so cute, baby," Potter completed fixing Nagini's hair and started complimenting her in annoying baby talk. Nagini hissed happily. "My pretty princess!"
Okay, that was enough chitchat. Voldemort wasn't going to stand this nonsense. His mighty snake and his most formidable Horcrux wasn't going to be Potter's play doll even though the bloody snake was clearly basking in the compliments and enjoying Potter's cooing.
"Here," he walked up to Potter and gave him the Veritaserum-laced tea. "Drink this. Make sure to drink every drop."
"If my doctor husband orders me," Potter took the cup. "Who am I to say no?"
Voldemort smirked, satisfied. Potter was very cooperative. This was proving to be a good plan. Even though he had to pretend to be Harry's husband to keep the ruse going, this was the best possible outcome since he could continue managing his Death Eaters and research how to extract his soul out of the boy who lived and then get rid of him.
"Yes, baby!" Potter brushed his nose against Nagini's nose, making her giggle. "Daddy has made tea for me. I will get better soon. Don't worry."
Voldemort resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What in the bloody hell was this? He watched Potter drink the tea and make a face after swallowing the last sip.
"That was kind of gross," he said, sighing. "Baby, stop sticking your hands in my mug. You will get your fingers dirty. Oh no, now we need to wash them."
Potter hugged Nagini and picked her up. He walked up to the sink, turned the water on, checked for the temperature and then gently washed Nagini's tiny fingers. Voldemort narrowed his eyes, watching Nagini closely. He knew the little snake did it on purpose so she could have Potter continue to fuss over her.
"Are you hungry, baby?" Potter asked Nagini, perching her on the tall kitchen chair.
"Yes," Nagini responded in Parseltongue. Potter didn't seem to notice at all to Voldemort's surprise. His loyal followers already informed him that the boy was a Parselmouth, but with his memories gone, he assumed the boy would notice the difference.
"What do you want to eat, sweety?" Potter tapped on her nose with his index finger.
This was bad. Nagini was about to ruin everything. Voldemort got up to intervene before Nagini said something suspicious, but the snake already hissed a response.
"Bunny?" Nagini seemed unsure.
"Bunny?" Potter laughed. "Do you know what she is talking about, Tom?"
"Nagini," Voldemort chastised and narrowed his eyes angrily, as the little girl tried to stick her hand into the cake on the table. "Stop that right now, before I..."
"Tom," Potter stood between him and Nagini, hiding the snake with his body. "Don't yell at the child. You scared her. It's just a cake. Sweetheart, Daddy is not angry with you. It's just that you shouldn't play with your food."
How dare this boy chide him like he was some kind of idiot! He was Voldemort, the wizard who had conquered Death. He was tempted to crucio Potter and then obliviate him, but that would complicate everything.
"She needs discipline," he offered instead. "You shouldn't spoil her. Table manners should be instilled at a young age. Don't argue with me."
"I am sorry," Potter hurried to apologize and hugged Tom, making the Dark Lord almost fall from surprise. "I didn't want to undermine your authority in front of our daughter. I know these decisions need to be made. I just don't want you to scare her."
"Are you going to obey me now?" Tom asked, pulling Harry away to look into his eyes. Veritaserum had taken effect.
"No promises," Harry laughed and hurried to return to the hug, hiding his face in Voldemort's arms. "I can't wait to remember you."
A/N: Thank you for the response on the first chapter. I am happy you are enjoying the premise. I wanted something lighthearted and funny. Nagini is a menace and Tom is going to suffer with Harry coming up with ridiculous conclusions. Please let me know what you think.