Kinship

Some events in Albania.

"Won't you let me in?" hissed the pleasantly sibilant voice. It wasn't the voice of any serpent she had encountered here before, but carried a tone of enticement and command that she found irresistible.

She acquiesced, and felt a presence like obsidian scales slipping through her long curving body, bringing a satisfyingly cool power with it.

"Would you like us to remain like this?"

"Yes."

"Good. I am called Voldemort. And you?"

She undulated with pleasure."Nagini."