Harry POV
Harry fell out of his bed in Privet Drive. He banged his head on the floor and gave a small yelp at the pain. He slowly prised himself off the floor before he screamed. He was a SNAKE! A bloody snake! How did that happen? He quickly slithered down the stairs and out the front door. He traveled down the street and out of the town before approaching a small, foggy forest. He found a comfy rock outside the forest and settled down on it. He needed to find a way to Hogwarts to see Professor Dumbledore! And quickly! Before long, he found himself asleep.
Voldemort POV
Voldemort was strolling through a forest on the outskirts of a muggle town. He was just about to check the blood wards on number 4 Privet Drive when he spotted a massive, black snake lounging on a rock, asleep. He smiled as he realized it was a King Cobra. Very deadly. His household was rather quiet… A King Cobra could scare his Death Eaters into submission even more.
$Hello Little One$ Voldemort whispered gently to the sleeping snake. It lifted its head lazily before blinking up at his face.
$No… I don’t want to get up$ The snake whined, obviously not realizing who Voldemort was, thinking it was someone else.
$Don’t worry my dear, this rock doesn’t seem very comfy… Would you like to join me and come to my home? I will be certain to find a comfortable place for you to sleep$ Voldemort while chuckling at the young snake. He gently bent down and patted the young snake's head.
$Hm? Sure… Whatever… just keep patting me in that spot… Mmm, that's it!$ Voldemort chuckled again as he picked up the sleepy cobra. He was obviously really tired otherwise he would have made a big deal about him being a speaker. Voldemort draped the snake around his shoulders and apparated away to Riddle Manor.
Harry POV
Harry awoke fully lying on a thick woolen blanket next to a fireplace. His mind went blank for a second before he recalled what just happened. Shit. He just let himself be kidnapped by Lord Bloody Voldemort. Harry squirmed slightly as he observed his surroundings. A cozy library, every surface in the room had books. The fireplace crackled next to a couch and an armchair. The armchair was obviously worn and well-loved. A handsome young man occupied it. He was slouching slightly on the armchair, his face deeply invested in a thick book. He was tall and fit. His hair was a dark brown but combed to the side. He looked like a slightly older version of Tom Riddle from the diary. Harry turned back around to face the fireplace. A deep voice chuckled suddenly, frightening young Harry.
$Ahh, my dear, I was wondering when you would wake now. Is this better than that rock?$ Tom Riddle asked the young snake. Harry shrugged as well as a snake could shrug.
$Sure. Who are you anyway, Speaker?$ Harry asked, trying to impersonate every other snake he has met before.
$I am Lord Voldemort. But, you will call me Master, little one$ Tom said with an intimidating smirk. Harry hissed, annoyed.
$No. Why should I?$ Harry snapped. Tom’s smirk widened.
$What else would you call your new Master?$ Tom asked, amused as Harry reared back.
$What?$ Harry glared threateningly, at the handsome man who had sat his book down now, giving Harry his full attention.
$You are mine now, no matter what you say. You shall listen to me, so I advise you to do so now before I resort to using other measures to make you$ Tom said, still very amused by the snake. $Now, enough about me, what's your name, Young Snake?$ Voldemort asked while sipping his cup of tea. Harry hesitated.
$Seeker$ Harry said, thinking about quidditch. Voldemort smiled.
$Good. Now come along and follow your Master$ Voldemort said, watching with amusement as the snake scowled at ‘master’
Voldemort POV
Voldemort stood quickly and strutted confidently out of his study and into a long corridor. He glanced back multiple times to make sure his certain slippery friend was following him. He approached a door on the left side of the corridor and opened it, revealing a large room with a massive dining table in the middle. Voldemort sat down on the chair that was at the head of the table. His chair, unlike the others, was bigger and fully black while the other chairs had a brown glow to them. Voldemort arranged himself on his chair so that Seeker could fit comfortably. Voldemort watched his young snake, amused as he muttered on about ‘annoying humans’ and ‘how they are frustrating’.
$Now, now, Seeker, you must not talk when I call my followers. All you need to do is listen to me. Oh, you must be ever so hungry, need not worry, my dear one, I shall reward you if you behave with a large juice rabbit.$