Chapter 1
Harry was bored. Extremely bored. He had finally succeeded in becoming an animagus only a few days ago. He was really excited. What animal would he be? A lion? A griffin? A dragon? But no. A dammed duck. Yes, the Chosen One was a duck. Not even a duck, but a duckling. Small and fluffy yellow. Harry was so glad that he never told anyone he was an animagus. Being a duck was embarrassing. But Harry was bored. He quickly transformed himself into a duckling and waddled out of the Gryffindor common room. He strutted down corridors going nowhere in particular. That was until Malfoy spotted him.
“Look over there! Is that a duckling? It's so small and adorable!” Malfoy garbled as he ran over to Harry. Zabini who was next to Malfoy grinned.
“Bring him to the common room! Pansy and Daphne would love a new pet!” Zabini stated as he ran his fingers down his robes, smoothing any wrinkles.
“Good idea” Malfoy exclaimed as he bent down and wrapped his pudgy hands around Harry. Harry squawked at the mention of being brought to Slytherins.
“Oh calm down duckling, we won’t hurt you” Zabini murmured to the baby duck. Harry was mortified to realize that his duckling body was responding to the pats and cuddles the Slytherins gave him. Zabini carried Harry carefully and delicately back to the dungeons.
“Everyone, this is Slytherin's new pet! We do need a name. He is male” Malfoy announced as he strode into the common room. Everyone instantly gathered around.
“I vote Bubbles!” Goyle gruffly cut in. Pansy shook her head.
“No, no, Blizzard!” She said smoothly. Daphne nodded to that name.
“Blizzard? Ew no, I think Jet is adorable” Bulstrode contributed to the discussion.
“I think Salazar!” Carrow added quickly. Everyone around her nodded.
“That's perfect!” Malfoy exclaimed. Harry scowled internally. He wasn’t about to be named after some crackpot old fool who founded Slytherin. Harry snapped his beck viciously. Zabini chuckled.
“He doesn’t like that. Maybe we should call him Potter for his Gryffindor temper!” Zabini added. The Slytherins all laughed.
“No, I think Godric then. The duckling is a real Gryffindor!” Davis said. Everyone nodded their agreement.
“Alright then. Godic looks wiped out. We should find him somewhere to sleep” Malfoy said. Not even 10 minutes later, Harry was cuddled up on top of a pile of fluffy feathered pillows, next to a golden food and water tray, and even a small tub of water that doubled as a pond that Harry could swim and play in. Harry was asleep in a matter of seconds.
The next day Harry was shaken wake by some of the Slytherin first years.
“Good morning Godric! Wanna come with me to potions today?” Avery asked in a cute high pitched voice. Harry perked up and nodded. Avery gave him a rare smile and scooped him up gently. Avery carried Godric carefully to Snape’s classroom.
“Good morning Professor Snape!” Avery mumbled shyly. Snape nodded in Avery’s direction before narrowing his eyes at the small duckling.
“Mr. Avery, who is that in your hands?” Snape asked. Harry poked his head up slightly and smirked as well as a duckling could.
“Oh! This is Godric! The new Slytherin House pet!” Avery exclaimed, proudly. Snape nodded again before spinning around dramatically. Avery sat down at one of the back desks as the rest of the class filed in. Harry curled up into a lazy ball and fell asleep. Not too long later he was awoken by Avery poking him gently. Harry yawned and stretched. Avery giggled lightly before picking Harry up once more. It was only Avery, Snape, and Godric left in the potions class now. Just then, the door flew open. A tall figure dressed in black strutted in before the door locked shut loudly behind him. Snape gaped unattractively, before composing himself.
“My lord! Is there something I can help you with?” Snape asked while bowing so close to the ground his nose touched it. Avery gasped out loud and the man heard. Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the young first-year and his small pet duckling.
“My-my lord?” Avery mumbled, scared out of his wits. Harry frowned, well as much as a duckling could before waddling out of Avery’s hands and down to Voldemort. Harry quacked loudly at the man, who in equal measure, stared heavily down at the duckling. The corner of the man’s lips twitched.
“Oi! Don’t scare my friend dickhead!” The duckling squawked. Voldemort was aghast. This duckling could speak parseltounge?
“Who are you, young duckling?” Voldemort asked, barely containing his excitement.
“Godric. Who are you, fellow snake speaker?” Harry asked, trying to maintain his cool. He had just given away his parseltounge! Birds cant speak parseltounge. Idiot!
“Lord Voldemort. Who is your master?” Voldemort asked neutrally. Voldemort was going to find out his master, then kill or force the master to give him the duckling for his own.
“I have no master! But, I belong to the Slytherin dorms.” Harry muttered, starting off proudly but then remembered who he was talking to. Voldemort was gleeful. He could legally take the duckling because it belonged to the Slytherin line!
“I am your new master now, sweet duckling,” Voldemort said while swooping down to pick up the small, fluffy yellow duckling. Harry gaped.
“What? No, um, please no!” Harry started, but Voldemort shushed him.
“I will keep you safe and in return, you just have to be mine, young duckling.” Voldemort said. “But, we will have to change your name. I am not calling you ‘Godric’.” Harry quacked loudly, “Deal with it arsehole!” Harry snapped his beck angrily. Voldemort found this adorable. “We are leaving now anyway, we will come back to discuss this” Harry sulked silently as Voldemort turned back to the first year and Snape. “Obliviate” He muttered, pointing his wand at the first year.
“You will go back to the common room and tell everyone you lost the duckling” He barked as the kid emotionlessly left the room. Voldemort turned to Snape.
“Get me 4 vials of polyjuice NOW!” He snapped. Snape quickly summoned them and Voldemort spun around dramatically, disappearing away. Harry squawked as Voldemort tightened his hands around him.
“Now, how can you speak parseltounge my dear?” Voldemort asked politely, stiffly looking out into the distance through the entrance hall doors.
“I-” Godric started but was cut off by a massive python that slithered into the room.
“Master! I smell a duckling! Is it food?” Nagini mumbled, excited at the prospect of a tasty duck.
“No! I am not food! If you eat me, I will eat you!” Godric squawked as he tapped Nagini’s face lightly with his beck.
“A speaking duckling! I will not eat you! You are Nagini’s hatchling now!” Nagini snapped as she curled her tail around Godric. “Yes, see! You are Nagini’s, little hatchling! Nagini and Master will take care of you!” Nagini hissed as Voldemort chucked.
“Yes, The duckling will be your hatchling and I will be its master” Voldemort declared, full of himself and self-obsorbed.