A Conversation of two snakes
Harry disappeared... right in the great hall. Snape immediately jumps out of his seat, but he gets stopped by Albus bloody Dumbledore.
"Severus, take the witnesses to your office and find out why Harry was forced into apparation. Figure out why his peers could've caused that sort of reaction."
He's not even worried about Harry, he could be injured right now. What if something happened to him? Will I be there on time if I waste if on suspecting the students?
Snape was panicking, but his face showed nothing but boredom and displeasure. "Why must I be the one to consult the kids? I'm not a house elf you can make fetch children all the time, Albus." Dumbledore looked at him with disappointment and then put his wrinkly hand on the frowning mans shoulder.
"It's your responsibility as the head of Slytherin house to find out what's wrong with the students." He squeezed his shoulder, "don't let them down, Severus." Don't defy me.
Snape nodded with a tired sigh that he could muster to let out. He wasn't tired, and he sure as hell wasn't bored, he needed to find Harry, quickly.
He made sure to walk up to the trio as calmly as possible, but at the same time he rushed his steps. "Follow me to my office, right now." He said in a commanding tone.
If a person saw them right now, they'd think these people are preparing for war. The silence stretched out, and so did all of their thoughts take a darker side.
The door to Snapes office got closed. The professor made sure to use all the silencing spells he could to surround the room with. "Alright, listen. I'm not here to play any games. I think we can all agree, that what happened there wasn't a stupid prank. Tell me what happened, in detail!"
Zabini was the first one to answer. "Draco and Pancy were sort of curious about something impressive Harry did before, but that doesn't have anything to do with what we all saw happening." He said, calm and collected, as always.
Snapes only raised a questioning eyebrow at that, but he left the youths go on about whatever point they were trying to make.
"I was observing. Harry was in pain, he tried to play it off as a joke, which worked out fine as you can see." With Zabini, sarcasm was inevitable it seemed. "Did none of you notice something strange? Anything that might be indicating to why the pain was so severe, that his magic caused the boy to disappear?"
Deciding to be smart, Malfoy reminded Snape of earlier that morning, when they had to calm a boy who had a nightmare.
Zabini hummed, his eyebrows furrowing, he was in thought, now Snape had to listen to what he had to say. "What if Harry lied to us? What if he never stopped having the pain and he just didn't want to worry us about it, so he acted as if he was alright?"
That did sound like Harry Potter to Snape. "That is a theory, but we can't be sure unless we ask Potter directlym"
"Now let's focus at the trouble we're all facing, you two just witnessed your friend using accidental magic. We need to find Potter before it's too late. Any places in mind?"
They departed to the Slytherin common rooms, where they didn't find Harry.
Severus felt so amazing. Knowing that Harry's friends also had no idea of where Harry could have apparated to–hopefully in one piece.
The potions teacher felt the strands of his hair going from dark to grey. This couldn't go on longer. He advised his Slytherin students to return to the Great Hall and dine. But they offered to ask around in the castle for any leads.
Meanwhile, Snape barged into Dumbledores office. "Albus, we need to search Hogwarts and ensure my student is alright."
The Slytherin watched as the headmaster turned to him with a face that said, "not my problem." Snape tried again, "please Albus, he might be hurt." He waited for the answer, but it never came, instead he was asked if he found anything on why the boy suddenly used accidental magic.
Dumbledores casual attitude towards the disappearance of his snake infuriated him. Ofcourse he wouldn't care. Harry is in Slytherin and not Gryffindor like he expected. "Albus..." he didn't answer, so the death eater delayed the information about how Potter apparated due to the sudden pain in his legendary scar.
Dumbledores attention was gained, so did Snapes energy dissipate at this mans change of attitude when anything regarding the dark lord was brought up. "I'm leaving to find my student." Dumbledore tried to tell him something about the importance of discussing this matter, but Snape ignored him. He has had enough of this.
Severus checked everywhere he could, his office, he shouted for Harry in the restroom, he checked the library, used a tracking spell, but he couldn't find the kid. He was out of breath and in need of a drink. How could he just outright disappear?
Then he stumbled upon Quirrel, that didn't make things easier for him. With no time for nonsense, he prioritized the urgent task of finding the boy and ensuring a safe return.
The Slytherins met him with a newfound information from Hermione Granger, who recently spotted Harry in the library. Well that was promising, so he asked them if Granger knew where Harry departed to.
Hermione Granger didn't seem informed about it either. Oh, Harry. What have you gotten yourself into? "Did he look like he was in any pain?" Snape asked the Ravenclaw with a blank expression. Not even a student should know that he cared about the boy.
"He seemed fine. Harry just told me that his migraine eased. But he skipped the meeting us two and Neville had to go rest. That's what he told me he'd do." She seemed determined with her answer. "I trust Harry on his word, professor."
Her words eased his pounding heart, if only slightly. Nonetheless, he remained eager to hear it firsthand from the Harry.
Into the potion brewing room he ventured. "Tea?" He offered the children.
Snape handed the youths tea and calming draught each. Without delay, he drank from the flask and relaxed. "If you three hear or see anything regarding the missing student, let me know immediately.
The potion-brewing expert led educational lessons with a heavy heart and a great need to drink alcohol.
Hours passed like ages as he taught, preoccupied with the absence of a particular student.
Snape returned to his office, stalked into the sitting room, and threw himself onto the couch in a fit of drama befitting Draco Malfoy.
Finally, he was alone in his room, alone. It was quiet, all he needed to relax.
His student has not shown up to give him an update on his condition.
Fuck this. Snape got up and grabbed the hidden bottle of firewhisky from the cupboard. He might not be much of a drinker, but these sort of situations lead him to the need to drown his sorrows.
He was on the verge of taking a sip when he heard a knock on the door. He swung it open and felt a wave of relief flood through him, Harry had come back. "Harry." He sighed out and opened the door wider for his student to step in.
"Where have you been?" He asked of Harry, his voice betraying the worry, his face only showed anger. "Why didn't you reach out to me during your absence?"
The emerald eyed boy stepped forward and gazed into Snape's eyes, "I apologize, professor. I simply wanted to take a break." He spoke softly. "I'm sorry." He said.
Snape felt a pang of guilt for shouting at the boy. Harry had his gaze cast towards the bottle of firewhisky as he felt large, warm arms wrap around his small frame. "I'm not angry, Potter. I was just worried sick. Don't disappear like that again, if there's ever anything troubling you, tell me." The professor assured Harry.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Snape released him and looked into his eyes. "I mean it, Potter. I may not show it, but I care about your well-being."
Loki was aware of his professor's caring nature. He purposely acted ashamed of his behavior in order to manipulate his teacher's emotions, knowing that it would work.
Old habits die hard.
However, he did feel slightly guilty for causing his beloved professor to worry, which he indirectly acknowledged. Oh well, at least he could now leave the mans' office with an excuse–that he'd return to meet his probably-worried nannies. It's a good thing Snape trusted him to actually do that.
Harry was shooed out of Snapes room. He had no intention of going back to the Slytherin common rooms, where he'd be lectured, just like he'd been at Snapes.
That's why he did the next best thing, which meant giving Beauty a signal to come find him, alone.
When Harry senced her small presence, he felt victorious. "This evening, my dear friend, will be accompanying me into the forbidden forest." Beauty asked him the reason for the sudden need for a stroll. "Just rest for now, you must be hungry for some real food."
Loki knows that his python hadn't eaten anything but mice.
He searched in his robes magically induced pocket and grabbed the meat he stole from the Gryffindor table. He stood still as Beauty crawled up his leg and reached his hand. She started digging into the meat right away. "Eat up. We have a long way to go." He slipped Beauty in the other pocket.
While he was on the way to the forbidden forest a thought crossed his mind: what would it be like to explore the depths of his little pocket dimention? He couldn't help but wonder how his pet snake would react to such an intriguing prospect.
However, now he had to focus on the ingredients for tomorrow's prank. He wanted to do something special. If he calculated correctly, the day has to be Halloween. If that's so, then the great hall will be filled with students and teachers alike, everyone attending, watching, being enthusiastic about the day.
Fred and George knew that, so they chose that day for a reason.
Loki understood them. He once tried to make everyone see that Thor was not fitting of the title of the king on his coronation day, where everyone would be present, this was completely normal.
Despite his point not being understood, he gained something much more valuable that day... the knowing that his life was a lie, his whole body was a lie, his temperature, his eyes, his skin... everything about him was a lie.
However, Halloween wasn't going to be like that, it would be him and the Weasley twins having fun while watching the people around them be tricked unknowingly.
He wouldn't have to be in pain or anything like that, it would be fun.
He felt Beauty taking a hold of his arm and crawling up to his neck again. "I won't leave you alone thiss time, master." Harry chuckled, "there's no need to. We are alone here and I'm completely clean, feel free to stay on my head if you want." He implied as a joke, but Beauty heard it as a request, so she actually made way to his head.
Harry probably looked like a certain sickly pale man with a turban wrapped around his head. His eyes widened as he felt a human presence nearby, he hid and put Beauty inside the charmed pocket.
Not risking his position, he made himself invisible by merging in with a tree.
Thinking of the devil, it was him walking around late as it was here, in the forbidden forest. What is this man up to? Loki didn't want to know though. He just wanted to find something rare to prank the hall for tomorrow.
Maybe Quirrel was also up to something like he was. However, Loki didn't see a professor, who was talking to himself as anything but a crazy man doing something abnormal that he probably shouldn't even give much attention to.
It's not your buseness, Harry Potter, stay out of it. He told himself.
He knew that this boy had a clear urge to stick his nose where it didn't belong. He also used to listen in on people's conversations from time to time, but never did he get involved, that'd be insensible of him.
Mind your own buseness.
Harry listened as the voice became very different from what Quirrel usually sounded like, "we need to find the stone, now."
That's the second spirit in his body, isn't it? The way Lokis whole being wanted to find out what was wrong with this man was immesurable. But he still had a priority here.
Since I'm already in this position and can't move, might as well listen to the end. There was a cracking nearby. Quirrel passed right by the tree Harry had merged with.
There's no way... the man turned around and looked at the tree suspiciously. He reached out, close to the tree as if searching for something.
Loki was still, unmoving. Shit. Not there.
Did he get busted? How was that possible? He was the best trickster around. How could a person from another dimention even know there was someone around? Not even Frigga could detect him when he was merely 380 years old.
But as he was about to put his arm on the tree, he withdrew it.
Why is it almost always my throat?
Loki daren't move. One move could give him away, he didn't want to be revealed so fast.
This was bound to happen. Wherever Loki goes, even if it's another country, planet or universe, he'd still be the source of his own problems.
Always.
At least that creepy man left. He didn't know how much longer he could hold himself like this.
Loki found some space in the tree, so he got in to not let the light be seen by anyone.
He took Beauty out of the pocket and told her to stay still.
"Beauty, want to see something cool?" When his snake gave a positive nod, he turned himself into a snake. As always, this form looked gorgeous. He was dark, but had golden scales up around his head, they looked like his horns.
He also had green eyes. He had a profound fondness for this shape.
Beauty liked it as much as Loki did when he first transformed himself. She slithered around him and admired her master for being so powerful and beautiful as a snake.
That was uncomfortable. He has never interacted with other snakes in this way.
He would get used to that eventually.
"Now, don't get left behind, Beauty. We need to go along our way. If we meet that strange guy, hide. If he spots us, we must quickly go back to the castle. Don't attack him." He said the last words with a commanding tone. "Also, while we're on the way, call me Loki."
He felt so relieved when he heard his name being called. Only Death ever called him that since his end and Harry Potters start.
Loki wanted to make Pompion potion, Halloween special. He needed 6 flitterby moths, 1 bouncing bulb, 3 foxglove bulbs, 1 ounce pumpkin guts; 12 pumpkin seeds, pumpkin rind and water.
Today, when he, Fred and George were in the requirement room, he teleported all the pranking spell books his magic could find from the forbidde part of the library and stacked them up.
The Weasleys were not interested in those books, because they were books. They thought he needed them for studying, but instead, they'd get this surprise outcome.
In case the twins didn't eat their meals, he'd sprinkle the potion into their water glasses, forks, spoons and even fruit.
Might as well make a backup plan if that prank didn't work. It wouldn't be blamed on him anyway, he'd get away with it, but at the same time, he wouldn't be recognized as the mastermind.
Just in case, he decided to learn a few pranking spells if that failed.
There was no getting away from the end result.
He ordered Beauty to follow him, because it was dangerous for her to venture around alone, what if some creature decided to attack his little snake? That was not happening on his watch.
Loki gathered ingredients up and sent them, teleporting to into his trunk.
Now he just needed to go back to his dorm with Beauty, easy as that.
But there arose a problem. He couldn't teleport to the dorm now, everyone was there: All the Slytherins chattering, some of them talking politics–as if they knew anything but what they heard from their parents; some of them were studying and his two roommates were in their shared bedroom with Crabbe and Goyle.
Why was the world against him? He just wanted to get out of here, successfully.
"Beauty, we're going to need to crawl back all the way to the castle, alright?" She was silent.
Loki wanted to ask again when she hissed.
"Master..." She sounded unlike herself, almost... scared.
Shit.
Quirius Quirrel was standing right behind him, smiling.
Using his magic, he immediately ordered Beauty to get away from here and tried to flee himself, but the man already had his fingers wrapped around below the serpents head.
He was holding Loki with three fingers, but Loki couldn't give himself away. He hissed, "let me go human, I'll poison you."
It's not like that fake-stuttering mess could understand him.
He just proved him wrong when he spoke to him in parseltongue.
Wait, what the...
"Don't poison my vessel, little snake. Tell me, what's your name?"
At least Loki was glad Harry's eyes didn't play tricks on him, Quirrels eyes did turn red.
"Call me Loki, human." He glared into Quirrels eyes. "How are you able to speak the serpent? Only lord Salazars descendants can." He paused. "Tell me... who are you?"
Quirrel... no, this other spirit chuckled and put the tiny snake down.
This could've been his chance to escape, but he needed answers.
"There's no need for you to know my true identity, Loki. All you need to know, is that this mans body is but a tool I control. So I need him alive."
Loki completely understood, but that did not satisfy his curiousity. "Tell me human... why are you venturing the depths of this forest? Have you come to meet your end?"
The other parselmouth shook his head, "no, Loki, I came here to look for something, but... I changed my mind, that would end up very badly for me."
Loki had this feeling that the man wouldn't hurt a snake, so he crawled up to him and asked, "what are you searching for, human?"
The red eyed seemed to think about the answer, then he smiled, "I needed unicorn blood... but if I kill it, I'll be cursed. I don't want to feel the consequences of it."
Some people are just weird. "I don't understand you Midgardians."
That made the possessor look at him with curiousity and something dark, murderous. "Midgardian? What's that?"
"It's a snake term for humans. Only a few snakes know it and even if you ask others, rarely will they know." He didn't want to risk it by saying that all snakes knew the term.
"Why show interest in me? Did you just want to have a chat..or do you have an ulterior motive?" Loki asked, knowing well that this man wanted something from him.
By the wizards amused reaction, he was correct. "You're one clever snake, how good for me." The man reached out to pat him, Loki stopped himself from flinching as he felt the cold hand on his scales.
"You're a magical snake, right?" Loki nodded, he already didn't like where this was going.
"Would you like to be my familliar?"
That was an unexpected offer. Loki refused quickly as he could.
"A shame. You seem too valuable to let you go like this." He said.
Loki senced danger, he was going to get captured by him and used for his seidr. That's why he decided to improvise. "I don't want to serve anyone... sorry but I'd rather we form a partnership. You get something out of me and I get to let you do something for me... it'll be a win-win situation."
When this man started laughing, Loki retreated a bit. Crazy bloke.
He felt another presence in the woods, the man didn't notice, ofcourse. "Human, hide. Someone is coming."
"Quirrel" believed Loki and used some sort of spell with his wand to make himself hide in the tree. Trees are such convenient hideouts. Loki thought, trying to cheer himself up.
The footsteps got closer and Loki hid in the bushes.
It was the groundkeeper, Hargid.
Loki waited till the giant man walked past the bush, then the tree and a few seconds before he made sure that he was gone.
Loki slipped out of the bushes and hissed, "you're a user of dark magic, right?" He went straight to the point.
The human was quiet, then he stepped out from the shadows and stooped down to Lokis level, "yes. How did you know?"
"What a stupid question, I know everything." Pride made its way to his head again.
Whoa, whoa. He directed his wand at me.
"Calm down, human. No one else can hear a tale of an illegal dark creature in the forbidden forest. We're on the same page here."
That worked well. Not only did the man put away his wand, he also smiled at Loki and took him up on the offer of their partnership.
"What is it that you want, little one?" Loki hissed at him with anger, "don't call me little one, I have a name."
The dark wizard probably has never heard that sort of tone before, he was baffled. "Alright, little Loki."
Loki huffed out, pouting. "Humans..."
He eyed the man, who looked like he really enjoyed teasing snakes and said, "bring me to Hogwarts. That way, we'll be closer. Plus you'll be able to detect me easily, all you need to do is call my name with parceltongue."
As shocked as the red eyed, serpent language speaker felt, he didn't ask a lot of questions about how this overly intelligent snake knew about him being remotely connected to Hogwarts. He accepted the offer.
"What will you be needing my magic for?"
The man hummed and pat snake Loki again. "We shall see about that."
Loki decided to take a risk and wrap himself around the wizards hand while he was busy patting. "Let's go now, it's getting late." He instructed the startled man, getting a laugh out of him. "Fine, my tiny companion."
His buseness ally used the wand to apparate them into professor Quirrels office. Loki beat the man to an offer."I wish to roam the place. I've already been here, not to worry human. I can navigate."
Loki told the wizard, proceeding to use the glow of his green magic to teleport down the floor, surprising the man, who praised him for doing something he was showed once.
Loki held hid head high, "I'm older than you, human. Don't underestimate me."
Being himself for once didn't feel that bad, people actually liked him the way he was...without having to hold it in by anyone's orders, letting someone else shine.
Thor is the crown prince. You can never have the throne. Stop showing off your magic, you're shaming my name.
It was never about him wanting the throne, it was about about wanting praise from him. He never got it.
The better version of Quirrel wasn't fazed with Lokis words, he just patted him like he was a baby.
Loki turned away and was met with an obstacle–the office door. His eyes glowed and he opened the door.
"See you later, human."
The door closed. When he saw an opportunity, he hid himself in one of the secret passages and enjoyed moving around until he turned into a human again and descended the staircase and passing the waterfall. He let himself breathe in and out, thinking about the worried duo he was about to meet after not even a goodbye.
Later he remembered that he still had no clue about the password, so he had to sneak in using his old tricks.
Harry stood in front of his room and sucked in a deep breath as he opened the door. Instantly, he found himself face to face with the anxious stares of Blaise and Draco.
"Where have you been?" Draco raised his voice at him. Blaise locked eyes with him, displaying a slightly wrathful expression and folded arms.
Oh dear. It seems like I'm in trouble.
"I was walking around the castle." He grinned.
Blaise eyed him suspiciously, "one does not take that long to simply walk around, Harry...what really happened? And were were you?"
He could understand why they were angry, but honestly, he was exhausted, so he'd rather end this debate quickly than let two younglings, such as these two walk all over him.
If he wanted to make them swallow up their words and make them shut it for good, he'd have to make do with other methods...
He hid his displeasure over their rising anger and changed up his smiling face to a tragically sad one. They brought this upon themselves.Time to use the orphan card.
"Tomorrow is Halloween..." he said, as if telling them his deepest, darkest secret, or in this case, lying.
"After my head started hurting, I felt like my body was ripping apart and suddenly I was in the library." He sighed out loud, bringing his hand to hide the tears in his eyes.
"There, I heard about tomorrow being day my parents were murdered..." he drew in a breath. "I had to clear my head." He concluded
Draco froze, adopting a wistful expression, then becoming silent with understanding.
"You mean, you didn't know when they passed away?" Blaise asked. Observative as always, Blaise.
Draco cleared his throat, "we–um, we knew just... forgot about that with the whole Halloween feast being tomorrow... sorry."
Harry nodded, dragging himself to his bedroom and sighing. "Have you two seen Beauty?" He asked.
A great change of topic, only possible with Dracos nagging dramatics. "Your pet made a nest of my bed, Harry." He followed Harry in the shared bedroom, "look at it, fabric ruined. I can't do this anymore." He exclaimed.
Harry just sneered at his reaction. "So she's here, huh? I thought I lost her there." He muttered to himself.
Harry's voice must have reached the one being discussed, that's when his serpent appeared and made Loki take her in his hands while giggling.
What a good way to announce that he was a child...
This was okay, right? Could express happiness in his friends presence without it being used against him?
Harry almost jumped, "what the hell, dude?" He told Draco, who was standing right next to him in the darkness of the bedroom, pale face being illuminated by the light being cast through the window, his smile making him look even scarier.
He stepped away from the cause of his newest nightmare, "don't do that again. You might regret it later." Draco made a mocking remark by repeating what Harry said with a squickier voice.
Right behind the bedrooms door, Blaise was watching this silently with a disappointed, tired face and decided to emerge inside the bedroom, in between the two Slytherins and rolling his eyes at them as he went to sleep after using magic to dress in his night attire.
Harry gasped, acting surprised when he saw the time. It was 2:20. The arguing blonde was next to prepare for bed, using up more time than Blaise had done, but still managing to go to sleep. Harry used this opportunity to go to the bathrooms and showering with a light spell. He couldn't risk bringing Beauty here, so he only used a spell to clean his snake.
"Night, guys." He told the already passed out Slytherins in the room.
Before sleeping, he put up a silencing and illusionary spells around his bed. He and Beauty went to sleep.
The whole morning, the dark lord was irritated. Harry Potter, again. Why is it that whenever he has a problem it has something to do with the boy? What was so special about him that made him appear in his dreams? He didn't leave him alone there too.
Quirrel put a cleaning spell on himself and the same fit of clothes for Merlin knows already how much longer. Without further ado, he appeared in the great hall, sitting on the chair belonging to the defence against the dark arts professor and assessing the surroundings.
Voldemort only let himself look through Quirrels eyes, not take control of his body... that would result in something terrible he didn't want to comprehend. Because every time Quirrel looked to the left and saw Albus Dumbledore sitting there with a cheerful smile on his face, he wanted to see that face lose its smile and make him beg for a quick death that the killing curse could provide, only to slowly and painfully torture him.
Now, now. He didn't let the fantasies drift out too much, he'd be letting the wizardian world too quickly that the dark lord was indeed alive, but not nearly as powerful as he'd been in his prime.
And this was all Harry Potters fault.
He glanced towards the Slytherin table, the hero wasn't there yet, good for him. The professors only had to be here 10 minutes earlier than the students, now he understood the exhaustion of being a teacher of all things.
A few minutes passed by and the Potter was still nowhere to be seen.
It didn't surprise him, however, he too had always made sure to arrive late at mealtimes in his student years, but never loo late.
Even Severus arrived on time, but that was not surprising at all, Snape was always a good death eater, powerful in all ways, the man was such a good death eater that even Voldemort himself was glad he chose to make him his death eater and not fall in the hands of Dumbledore, or anyone else.
He was a half-blood, but like himself, exceptionally talented in what he did, potions and dark magic were his best qualities.
Too bad he didn't know that his lord was alive...he would make a potion that would allow him to walk freely without being dependent on Quirrels body.
Trusting someone in his current form would bring his downfall.
There was chatter coming from the gates of the great hall, the students arrived–among which were a much smaller Potter, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, the two following him like some aurors.
He started staring at the boy the entire time, not showing it on his face that he was consumed with rage.
What is he hiding?
Being consumed by this feeling of curiousity and anger of not knowing anything, time passed and he saw the boy touching his lightning scar. He looked hurt. Out of all the scars he could choose to be hurt over, he chose the one he got from me.
I wonder if that has anything to do over me being angry over him.
Then the mask of worry fell once the boy suddenly got up and after having everyone's attention to him, disappeared from their eyes.
Who knew Potter could apparate? This was an interesting story development. This was definitely caused by him staring at the boy for too long. But why? How? Is this connected to the dreams?
Later, he shoot off the thoughts and enjoyed something good happening in the 3 months of being haunted by the boys dreams.
I hope he messed up. Dumbledore would be so devastated if he finds his golden boys cold, limp body. He felt hopeful.
It goes without saying that Dumbledore would raise a fuss over his beloved golden boy's vanishing.
Before Voldemord could control Quirrels movements, he saw something move in the corner of his eye.
The dark figure of Snape was approaching him. He used the cruciatus curse on Snape for interrupting him in his mind and let Quirrel do the moving and the talking, because at this moment, he could go off like a boiling kettle.
He held his breath as his death eater told Quirrel to mind his own buseness, stutter his way out of the corridors and maybe teach himself a trick or two about being more likable to students.
He wanted to tell him about minding his own terrible reputation with the kids, but Severus only stormed out as fast as he'd bumped into him.
An angry dark lord showed himself again in the forbidden forest.
Severus and his stupid ego. It wasn't any higher than his, but it was still there. When I'm done with the stone, Severus will get his punishment.
Before that, he had a body to preserve.
This body is weakening, I needed to drink unicorn blood, there isn't another way.
When he was searching for unicorns, he had this weird feeling that someone was watching him. He felt it. Although it was weak, almost not there.
Maybe he was imagining things, because when he reached out to a nearby tree with Quirrels hand... nothing.
The situation was so funny that he started laughing.
Quirrels body was becoming weaker every day, now he even affected one dark wizard, who started unnecessary paranoia.
The dark lord walked further away from this place to drink some water and freshen up.
Once rested, he spotted a unicorn. Good. He felt his lips quirk in a smirk. He prepared his wand to strike, but hesitated and it ran away.
I've lost my mind. He rubbed both hands against his face, sighing. I can't kill a unicorn. I need the stone.
Quirrels body was automatically walking back to Hogwarts when he heard two hissing voices. He witnessed little snakes interacting with each other.
Both of them were dark, but the other one had some magic.
Now this is a sight. Voldemort took over at the exact same time. Amusing, truly magnificent.
He decided to watch the interaction with a quirk of his lips. He couldn't hear much of the tiny, whispering snakes voices.
One of the small ones noticed him and sprinted out of there quickly. It even looked to him that the one left behind–the magical serpent, used a spell to make its fellow snake go faster.
He grabbed the frozen snake and looked at it closely.
It just threatened him. How funny.
After a very long, amusing conversation with the green eyed serpent, that knew too much for a snake that survived in the forbidden forest–and because of Tom Marvolo Riddle, snakes were slaughtered in the forest, which was supposed to be their home.
This little snake was so adorable, Voldemort wanted to keep it to himself. Beside that, he had magic, resourceful. It was smart and to him, it looked like the snake was young, acting old and mature.
Little Lokis attempts at acting threatening was overshadowed by his absolutely childish voice and wriggles. He probably wants to return to the other one. The dark wizard assumed.
Lokis request did surprise him, but at the end of the day, he didn't have anything against letting his friends close to him, especially if the friend was a small, fiddling little snake.
This must be the first time the dark lord has been interested in a being as much as he was with the little one. Even the protest at this particular nickname was somewhat cute.
Now, he has a mini-sized, snake comrade with good magic skills. This day couldn't get any better.
Voldemort made sure to put up spells to not let his demonic laugh be heard outside Quirrels office. He had tears in his eyes after laughing.
It's been a while since he has had such an eventful day.
His laughter stopped and he exhaled loudly. "Tomorrow, we get the stone."