A/N: This started to be longer than I first planned, so I'm posting it in parts instead of as a one-shot. As the summary said, there's no Voldemort in this, so everyone is alive.
I hope you'll like it.
Harry James Potter was an ordinary 19 year old, and perfectly content with it, thank you very much. His father was the famous James Potter, chaser for Puddlemere United, and his mother was Lily Potter née Evans, famous Healer at St. Mungo's, but Harry himself was proud to be ordinary. He had graduated Hogwarts a couple of years ago with decent grades in most subjects, and taken a job in the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley. He had never wanted to live up to the expectations from his teachers, or friends, or even parents. They had expected too much, for him to become famous as well, following perhaps his parents' footsteps or becoming an Auror. Harry was quite happy working in the pet shop. At least, he had been so until now.
"My shadow viper is sick. Do you have any potions?"
Harry looked up from the Quidditch catalogue he had been looking through in a hopeless attempt to find his father a meaningless birthday gift. He gave the stranger on the other side of the counter a quick once-over. Then he blinked as he recognized the stranger's face and tried to place it. It couldn't be… could it? It would be just his luck that it was.
"Did you hear me?" the stranger asked, with a raised eyebrow and obvious impatience. He looked dangerous and Harry could feel it from the strangers aura. It was like slow waves washing over him, telling him to stay away.
"Loud and clear." Harry answered with a forced cheery smile as he straightened up from his position leaning over the counter. He slid the Quidditch catalogue to the side.
"You need to bring your viper here for a check-over, or tell me which sickness it is, otherwise I can't get the correct potion for you."
"I'll be back." the stranger promised. It sounded like a threat.
Harry slumped against the counter as soon as the door had closed. He had just survived an encounter with Tom Riddle, Undesirable no. 1, the most wanted wizard in England. Great, just fantastic, exactly how he had wanted his day to go. Not to mention that the murderer looked smoking hot. Well, at least nothing else would be able to surprise him today.
It took two days before Riddle showed up again, this time with a giant snake around his shoulders. Harry froze from where he was putting new rat treats on the shelf. Thankfully - but he doubted that it was really a coincidence - the shop was empty from other customers.
"That can't possibly be a shadow viper!" he exclaimed, and almost dropped the bag of treats he was holding as he tried to hurriedly put it on the shelf.
"She is. Magic and good care can do a lot." Riddle answered nonchalantly. Harry still stared at the giant snake as he successfully put away the bag with rat treats.
"If you'll follow me into the backroom then, sir…" Harry said, and lead the way to the veterinarian room he had put together himself. He had studied Muggle pet care to put it together, since magic could be lacking. Riddle snorted when he saw the obviously Muggle tools, but didn't comment.
"What's her name then?" Harry asked, as he gestured that Riddle could place the snake on a table in the middle of the room.
"Nagini." Riddle answered, his tone surprisingly fond. Harry shot him a glance. Mass murderer, fond of his pet snake. If he didn't see it for himself, he would never believe it.
"Hello Nagini. If you would be so kind to let me take some venom from you to test, I would appreciate it." Harry said as he started to collect his tools, making sure they were sterilized.
"Another speaker!" Nagini answered with surprise. Harry stopped. Nagini answered?
"Excuse me?" he asked, and looked questioningly at first the snake, then at Riddle. The latter was staring at him with something new in his eyes. Harry didn't like it one bit.
"You speak parseltongue." Riddle stated, his tone disbelieving yet fascinated. Harry shook his head.
"Impossible. There's no parselmouths in the Potter line, and my mother is muggleborn." Harry protested.
"So you can't understand me?" Riddle asked with a raised eyebrow. It almost sounded teasing. Harry frowned at him.
"I understand you perfectly." he answered. Riddle smiled at him. It wasn't a warm smile but it still made Harry feel as if his insides were melting. Fuck. Murderers really had no right to look so good.
"Then you're a parselmouth. How… interesting." Riddle purred the last word. It made for quite the odd picture. Harry really wished he could speak to someone about this, but nobody he could think of would believe him. Except perhaps his barmy, old headmaster - but he prefered to keep his distance from Dumbledore.
"If you say so…" Harry mumbled, and decided that Nagini deserved his attention better. The snake opened her mouth for him so that he could get some venom. Harry thanked her, and turned to another table with different potions in vials and some bottles with Muggle chemicals. He divided the venom in different bowls and added different things to each bowl to see the reactions. He could feel Riddle staring at him the whole time.
"You can go if you want." Harry offered. "This will take some time."
"I think I prefer to stay, if you don't mind." Riddle answered, his voice sickeningly sweet. Harry grimaced to himself. He didn't feel much like becoming Riddle's plaything for an ability he shouldn't have, but he had a growing feeling that it was likely to happen.
"I don't." Harry lied. He proceeded to zone out as he focused on the potions, only slightly aware of the hissed conversation behind his back.
It took a hour before all the chemical reactions were completed and he had a result. Or rather, an extreme lack of a result. Harry frowned at the bowls. The frown stayed on his face as he turned to Riddle and Nagini.
"There's nothing wrong with the venom. I need to check her blood and saliva for results."
"Is it going to take time?" Riddle asked.
"Two hours, at least, if I don't get any results." Harry answered, his frown deepening at the prospect of spending even more time with the murderer.
"I can't stay." Riddle said.
"Are you bringing her again tomorrow then?"
"No. I can't stay, but she can." Riddle answered with a smug smile. "I'll come back for her in a day or two."
Harry didn't get a chance to protest as the wizard left. He looked at the empty space where Riddle had just been, and then to Nagini.
"You are actually sick, right?" he couldn't help but ask. "I feel like someone is playing a prank on me…"
"I'm sick, hatchling." Nagini answered with the snake-equivalent of a snort.
Harry spent the rest of the day in the backroom with Nagini, only checking on the store a few times when the bell above the door signalled a customer. The few results he got didn't tell him enough, and he started to suspect that Nagini's sickness came from a curse. He was still thinking over the matter when his shift ended. After he had closed up the shop, he was not quite sure what to do with Nagini. He still lived with his parents in Potter Manor since he wanted to buy an apartment with his own saved up money, instead of the money in his trust vault, which left him with quite the dilemma. Should he leave Nagini - a giant, venomous snake - in the shop, or should he take her with him? If he left her, she could get worse without him knowing or eat some of the other animals. If he took her with him, he would have to explain it to his parents - assuming they were home at all. Perhaps it wasn't much of a dilemma in the end.
"Nagini, I'm going to apparate you to my home, so that you can stay with me during the night. Do you need anything before we leave?" Harry asked.
"Do your home have food and a fire, hatchling?" Nagini asked. Harry nodded in confirmation and Nagini curled herself around his waist and shoulders. He checked the shop one last time before disapparating.
They apparated into Potter Manor's entrance hall.
"Welcome home, Master Harry." Tipsy greeted him. Harry smiled at the house-elf.
"Thanks, Tipsy. Are my parents home?"
"Master James is having dinner." Tipsy answered. "Will Master Harry also be having dinner now?"
Harry glance at Nagini before turning back to Tipsy.
"In a moment, Tipsy."
"Tipsy will set the table for Master Harry." the house-elf said and disappeared.
Harry started walking towards his own room. He ignored the few portraits he walked past that tried to ask him why he had a giant snake. Nagini hissed comments about everything she saw as well, but Harry ignored her too. After a moment, they were on the second floor and he opened the door to his bedroom.
"Hello, Hedwig." Harry greeted the snowy owl that was sitting on a post by the window. She hooted back. Harry went over to the fire place. With a flick of his wand, a warm fire was burning. Nagini crawled down from him and curled lazily over an armchair.
"I'll ask Tipsy to bring you food. Don't touch Hedwig." Harry said. Nagini made a humming sound in response. "Hedwig, play nice with Nagini." Hedwig hooted at him as if to say that she always played nice.
Harry changed into a clean shirt before he left his bedroom for the dining room. He didn't exactly look forward to seeing his father. James was great, yeah, and kind and loving, but he was also away a lot and obviously disappointed in how different from him Harry was. Harry hadn't been interested in pranks, he had found professor Snape to be a good teacher and decent person, he had only been on the quidditch team in his fourth year and as a seeker instead of a chaser, and he had befriended people from all houses, most notably Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini from Slytherin. It was quite clear that he wasn't the son that James had wanted. His mother would be proud of him no matter what he did with his life - with perhaps the exception of helping the Undesirable no. 1 without contacting the Ministry.
Harry frowned at the thought. Why hadn't he contacted the Ministry? He even had Riddle's snake now, the Aurors and Hit Wizards could use her to trick Riddle. No, that would be wrong… Nagini was just an innocent snake. An extremely venomous snake that likely had assisted some of Riddle's murders, but an innocent snake nonetheless. Harry couldn't endanger an animal, even if it belonged to a murderer. It would go against his morals.
He didn't get to ponder on it much more as he entered the dining room. James sat at the head of the table, and to his great annoyance Tipsy had decided to seat him to James' right. Harry sat down next to his father without a word.
"Harry." James acknowledged. "How was work?"
"Father." Harry nodded back. "It was slow, not many customers during the school year."
"You can always find another job." James reminded him. "I know that Moody is always on the look-out for new Aurors. I can ask him to take you under his wings, as he did with Sirius' cousin - Tonks, if you remember."
"There's no need, father." Harry responded, a tad colder than was usual for him. He had no patience left after Riddle, combined with not making any progress with Nagini. "I'm very happy at my current workplace."
"If you ever change your mind-" James started but Harry interrupted him.
"If I ever change my mind, I will let you know."
The rest of the dinner passed in silence. James tried to start up a conversation a few times, but a look from Harry quieted him down. Harry gave a quiet goodnight as he excused himself for the rest of the evening and went back to his room.
Nagini was still draped over the armchair when Harry entered the room. He shot her an amused glance. For a sick snake, she seemed quite content.
"Don't make yourself too much at home, I'm sure you'll be picked up tomorrow." Harry said as he sat down on his bed. Nagini raised her head to look at him.
"Have you found out why I'm ill then?" she asked. Harry shook his head slightly.
"Not yet. I'm questioning if perhaps you need a curse-breaker."
"I hope you can break curses then." Nagini answered. "My master is risking much with you already."
"Why is he doing that anyway? How does he know that I'm not going to call the Ministry on him?"
"Strong compulsions." Nagini answered, though she sounded confused to what she was speaking about. Harry stared at her. When-? It didn't matter. It explained why he didn't feel inclined to mention the visit to anyone.
"I really shouldn't be surprised… Riddle would be a paranoid fucker, wouldn't he?"
"What are you talking about, hatchling?" Harry shook his head slightly.
"Never mind, Nagini. I was just thinking out loud." he answered. "How's life with Riddle then?"
"He's a very good master, takes care of all my needs." Nagini looked at him, and he could swear that she was smirking. "He would take great care of his mate's needs as well."
"Mate- what- Nagini!" Harry spluttered. What had Riddle and Nagini been talking about when he had studied chemical reactions? They were strangers! Tom Riddle was as wanted mass murderer! Also at least 7 years older than him, since he couldn't remember Tom from Hogwarts - though it was hard to guess with how young- okay, no, bad Harry.
"Okay, you know what, conversation over." Harry decided. He called Tipsy to fetch Nagini a rabbit before he buried himself in a book. They didn't speak again, but he could feel Nagini's gaze on him occasionally.
Harry woke up to a heavy weight on his stomach. He looked with blurry vision at the dark green lump that rested on him as he reached for his glasses. When his vision cleared up, he identified the lump as Nagini.
"Did the fire burn out? I should have asked Tipsy to keep it burning for you…"
"Your warmth was fine, hatchling." Nagini answered, and gracefully wormed her way down on the floor.
Harry got dressed, and tried to ignore how Nagini kept looking at him as he did. He pointedly kept his back to her anyway.
"Ready to go?" he asked, after a long fight against his hair with a hairbrush and a quick brushing of his teeth.
"What about breakfast?" Nagini asked as she curled herself around Harry's upper body.
"I'll feed you something in the shop." Harry answered and left his room to go downstairs, so that they could apparate from the entrance hall.
"Your own breakfast, hatchling?" Nagini questioned.
"I don't eat breakfast." Harry responded as he walked down the stairs. Nagini snorted, but didn't comment. Harry apparated them as soon as he had stepped into the entrance hall.
The first few hours of his work day went pretty good. Nagini insisted on being around his shoulders, but Harry didn't mind the weight much. There had been a witch buying food for her kneazle and a family looking for a new toad, but otherwise not much of interest had happened. Of course Tom had to come and ruin it.
"Hello, darling." Tom greeted him. Harry eyed him suspiciously, and kept checking the inventory file for products they needed to order.
"I found out some interesting things about you yesterday." Tom continued, his voice sweet and close to a purr. Harry glanced up once, but otherwise didn't give any sign of caring.
"Harry James Potter, born June 31st, in 1980 to James Potter and Lily Potter née Evans - both famous in their respective professions. Graduated from Hogwarts in 1998 with 10 Outstandings on your N.E.W.T.s. Beat the record for highest score in both Defence Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures. Was offered to start Auror training but declined. Was prefect since fifth year, and then Head Boy in seventh. Played seeker for fourth year only, and caught the snitch every match without fail. Friendly with students from all Houses and most of the teachers, but has kept a great distance from the Headmaster. Has never shown any romantic interest in another student. Doesn't keep regular contact with any of your former schoolmates, but would still show up in a heartbeat if they needed it." Tom grinned at him as he suspected a predator would.
"How?" Harry asked. He felt greatly unnerved that it had been so easy for Tom to look up most information about his life - assuming that Tom had told him everything. For all he knew there could be more information that Tom had decided to not share that he knew.
"Oh, just had a nice little chat with Draco Malfoy. He knew a great deal about you."
Harry muttered under his breath. Draco had pretty much stalked him during his last years at Hogwarts, so of course the blond would know a lot about him. They weren't exactly friends, but he didn't dislike Draco either. He was just annoyed that the blond had offered up so much about him to Tom of all people. Wait-
"How do you know Draco of all people?" Harry asked, forgetting to ignore Tom for a moment.
"I'm friends with his father."
Harry wisely chose to not ask you actually have friends? but it was on the tip of his tongue. It just seemed so far away that the mass murderer Tom Riddle would be friends with someone.
"So… Harry, how come you're working here when you could be an Auror?" Tom asked pleasantly. Harry went right back to ignoring him, as he chose to focus on actually doing some work. He barely noticed when Nagini left his shoulders to curl herself around Tom instead. What he did notice was parts of their hissed conversation.
"...hatchling has good build for grand-hatchlings…"
"Oh? You've seen him naked?"
"I would love to see him without a shirt on myself."
"Hurry up and mate and give me grand-hatchlings."
Harry muttered under his breath about perverted snakes and perverted murderers and the bloody annoying but oh so good looking prat that was Tom Riddle as he ignored how warm his cheeks felt. By the smug smile Tom gave him he could tell that his blush was obvious. He knew that Tom was mostly humoring Nagini, but those eyes scrutinizing his body as he worked was definitely telling him that there was some truth in Tom's bloody comments.
The rest of his day passed pretty much in the same way. Harry took Nagini into the backroom when he was done with his other tasks, and Tom followed. They didn't talk - or rather, Harry didn't talk but Tom and Nagini conversed the whole time. Like yesterday, Harry performed some tests but this time with some of Nagini's scales. Unlike yesterday, he actually got clear results this time.
"I figured out why she's sick!" Harry said hurriedly in excitement as he scribbled down notes and double-checked his results. "It was so hard to find because it's not something physical, but it's her soul! It's trying to break down for some reason - I don't understand why…" Harry broke off as he checked his notes over. "There's really no clear reason for it…" he mumbled, not noticing the sigh of relief Tom gave at this revelation.
Harry turned around from his notes so quickly that his robe swished dramatically behind him.
"I think I can make a potion to mend her soul and stop it from breaking down! It's going to take a while, but I think I know most of the ingredients that I should use… oh! Yes! That is going to work. And perhaps if… hmm…" He turned back to his notes to put down possible potion ingredients, the excitement he felt over creating a new potion quite obvious in the look on his face.
"How long do you think it's going to take?" Tom asked, his voice coming from a lot closer than expected. Harry jumped, as he realized that Tom had looked over his shoulder, putting their heads close together. He couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed, especially when he saw that Tom had caged him in against the table since Tom had one hand resting on both sides of him. In short, Tom was almost pressed against Harry's back.
"I- I don't know." Harry breathed out, stuttering over the first word. "Back up, will ya?" he then snapped, annoyed with himself for reacting to the closeness of Tom's body. Harry breathed out in relief as Tom complied, and leant against the table instead, still far too close for comfort but away enough to make Harry feel better.
"How much worse is Nagini going to get meanwhile?"
"I don't know." Harry answered again. "I have never seen anything like this before, it's not a sickness of the body or mind, but her soul! I don't have the instruments to measure a soul, who knows for how long it has been breaking down before the physical signs started… It's a whole new area of magic!" He slowly worked himself up to excitement again. "To study souls! Can you imagine? Oh, and if this potion works… I could do so much! It would take ages sure, and I would need to try my theories on living beings, but it could open up so much."
"Don't." Tom said in a harsh tone. Harry blinked and looked questioningly at him.
"Why not? You asked earlier why I'm working here when I could be an Auror, and now that I see a way to do more and contribute to society, you tell me not to. I don't see why you believe you have the right to tell me no, we're barely acquaintances."
"Ah, and here I thought we were becoming friends. You hurt me, my dear." Tom answered with fake pain.
"Answer the fucking question."
"Souls are a very dangerous business. It's better for you if you stay far away from it." Tom answered quietly. Harry gave him a long look.
"Okay. I wouldn't want to get famous anyway." Harry answered, and easily dismissed the thought of a new area of magic. Tom blinked at him.
"That's one thing I don't get. Why don't you want to be famous?"
"How would I ever know if people like me for me or for my fame if I was famous?" Harry asked. "I'm much happier this way. It's enough that people try to use me because of my parents' fame, I can't imagine the hell it would be if I was famous on my own."
"Hell?" Tom repeated with a slightly confused expression. Harry just stared at him for a long moment.
"Why am I even discussing this with you? You're not interested in fame. You're infamous, sure, but that's far from the same thing. A murderer doesn't do it for people to look up at them, to admire them."
"Ah, but darling, being infamous is so much better. People cover in fear, grovel at my feet." Tom answered, with his predatory smile.
"They would do much the same if you were a politician." Harry responded with a shrug.
"Perhaps, but politics are slow. There's nothing slow about murder. Unless you spend time torturing of course…" Tom trailed off. They had not confronted the whole 'you're a mass murderer' thing before this, and Harry had no desire to dwell deeper into it.
"Are you going to take Nagini with you?" Harry asked, efficiently changing subject. A quick tempus told him that he should start preparing to close the shop for the day, so it seemed like an appropriate time to ask.
"No, you might need to have her close when you work on the potion. I'm sure she's capable of protecting the both of you if needed." Tom answered nonchalantly. Harry looked at him, greatly offended.
"You know that I have the highest score in Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry muttered. Tom looked at him, obviously amused.
"Ruffled your feathers, did I? Don't worry, my dear, I'm sure you can take care of yourself too. I just trust Nagini more, since I have actually seen what she can do." Tom said with a smirk. Harry huffed.
"Leave before I curse you."
"I'd love to see you try, darling." Tom answered, but left nonetheless. Harry breathed out in relief. Something about prolonged exposure to Tom shortened his fuse, making him much more likely to just snap than he usually would.
"Ready to go, Nagini?" Harry asked after he had collected himself. Nagini didn't answer, but she curled herself around him which he took as a 'yes'. Harry made sure that he had all his notes about Nagini's soul-sickness and the potion he wanted to invent, and then made short work of closing down the shop. He disapparated after making sure all the animals were fed and the door was locked.
Like yesterday, Tipsy greeted them in the entrance hall.
"Are my parents home?" Harry asked as he usually did, not expecting much of an answer. He was used to being the only one at home.
"No, Master Harry, but Mistress Lily told Tipsy this morning that Mistress Lily would be back in time for dinner. Do Master Harry want to wait until Mistress Lily is back?" Tipsy asked. Harry blinked at her, and stayed still in a moment of shock and confusion. His mother would be home in time for dinner? He had barely seen her in over a week! Oh, how he had missed her…
"Tipsy, tell me when mother arrives. I'll have dinner with her. Thank you." Harry answered and started to ascend the stairs. He couldn't help but smile as he worked himself up into excitement over the thought of being able to hug his mother and breathe in her smell again. Lily was so warm and lively, and he loved her a lot, unlike the feelings he harbored towards James. He, of course, loved his father as well, but it was far from the same way.
Harry entered his room and lit a fire for Nagini. Instead of going over to his bed, Harry sat down on the floor in front of the fire. Nagini changed how she was positioned, but mostly remained curled around him. Harry stroke over her scales gently as he thought over possible ways to make the potion. He had invented potions before, but this would be much more complex, and he wouldn't be able to see any immediate results since it would be for a soul… How would he even try the potion in the first place to know if it would succeed? Harry frowned. He couldn't feed Nagini any potion that he wasn't sure would work - it would be dangerous, and Tom would surely hurt him if anything happened to Nagini. As Harry dwelled on this, he didn't notice that the door to his room opened.
"Harry, Tipsy told me that you wanted to have dinner together so I- Oh, who's this?" Lily asked from the doorway, and looked curiously at Nagini. Harry opened his eyes, unaware that he had closed them in the first place.
"Mum!" he exclaimed, and gave her a happy smile. "This is Nagini, I'm taking care of her for a customer. She's sick, and they thought it wise that I have her close because I need to invent a new potion for her." Harry explained. Nagini flicked her tongue to smell Lily, before giving the snake-equivalent of a nod in greeting.
"Sick? And a potion, you say?" Lily hummed in thought. "Do you need any help, Harry? I know that you're very good at potions - even Severus has praised you on occasion - but I might have some Healing knowledge that you need. Although I'm not sure how much help it would be for a snake… I'm still offering." she said with a slight smile. Harry thought the offer over. He loved working on potions together with his mother, and perhaps she would have some insight in broken souls from her work at St. Mungo's… He didn't have a lot of knowledge about soul-sickness to begin with, and two heads were better than one.
"I'd love your help, mum. I might need it, I've never seen a sickness like this before."
"It's settled then! I can free some hours in the morning for you, but first, dinner." Lily said, and beamed at him. Harry smiled back, and carefully freed himself from Nagini. He made sure that she was comfortable, without talking to her in parseltongue since his mother was there, before he followed Lily to the dining room.
He explained Nagini's sickness over dinner, and what he had already thought of when it came to the potion. With his mother's ideas and comments, he started to get a better picture of what would be needed and how long it would take. Harry felt happier than he had in a long while.
"Did you enjoy the rats that Tipsy gave you?" Harry asked Nagini, as he settled against the pillows. He had talked with his mother for a couple of hours, and now he just wanted to sleep.
"They could have been fatter." Nagini answered, and made her way over to the bed. Harry assumed his body heat was better than the warmth from the fire, since he had offered to make sure it was kept going the whole night and she had declined.
"I'll make sure that you get an extra fat rat for breakfast then." Harry answered, and buried deeper into his blankets.
"Good." Nagini answered and settled herself on top of him. "Have you thought more about becoming Master's mate?"
"Go to sleep, Nagini."
Nagini snorted but didn't say anything more about it.
Harry apparated to the Magical Menagerie together with his mother the next morning. He opened up the shop with Nagini around his shoulders while Lily went into the backroom to organize their notes and prepare the ingredients that they had decided on. Harry hummed as he worked, in a good mood since he got to spend so much time with his mother.
His good mood continued after the shop was opened and he had joined his mother in the backroom. They worked close together as they discussed the pros and cons of different tools and different ways of ingredient preparing. They both referred to things that professor Snape had taught them, and Harry couldn't help but find slight amusement in it.
"Hello, darling, did you miss m- Who's this?" Harry jumped at Tom's voice and turned around. He was about to answer when Lily turned around as well. He could see her facial expression twist from a pleasant smile to confusion then realization and lastly shock and fear, before a stunner hit her in the chest. The world came back in a rush, and Harry glared at Tom.
"You didn't have to stun my mother!"
"She was about to scream." Tom answered, and walked over to where Lily's body laid on the floor.
"A silencio would have been enough." Harry protested, as he followed Tom's movements warily.
"She would have reacted with violence, and even if she didn't, you would have no plausible way to explain the situation to her. Now, be quiet while I change her memories."
"What are you going to change?" Harry asked, his tone quiet but worried.
"I'm going to change my greeting." Tom answered. Harry frowned at the vague response, but wisely stayed quiet. He watched as Tom carefully obliviated his mother. Tom turned to him after it was done, and then everything went black.
A/N: Cliffhanger!
The next part can probably take a week.
I have absolutely no excuse as to why Harry is a parselmouth. It's a giant plot hole at the moment. Maybe I can find a way to solve it later on.
Has anyone figured out Nagini's supposed sickness yet?
Please review x and read A heated end to the war if you haven't yet! (it's Tom/Harry, Alpha/Omega, completed)