Lactation Lament

With a pathetic wheeze, the emaciated, fetus-like Horcrux inch-wormed its way onto the lap of its serpent companion, Nagini. Looking upward at the empty space where her head should have been, it resigned itself to the fact that, in its weakened state, it could no longer wield magic as it once had. Its attempt to transfigure two of Nagini’s scales into a pair of breasts for nourishment had instead resulted in three lactating teats—minus a head.

Still, three milk-filled breasts were better than none. And so, latching its shriveled lips onto a leaking nipple, the withered form of Voldemort’s soul fragment shuddered while it suckled.

“Milk… good… hissss,” it rasped.

Nagini, despite lacking a head, somehow managed to look disgusted.