The Eye of the Snake: Chapter Two
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters,
settings, and happenings belong to JK Rowling.
I am just borrowing them for my own amusement. The title also belongs to JK.
The Death Eaters watched in silence as Voldemort
hissed his instructions to Nagini. "Look to see what pitiful defenses they
have placed as a barrier to me. Be
silent; let no one see you. Do not
strike unless it is necessary. If anyone
approaches, make yourself scarce. I will
be watching you. Now leave me, Death
Eaters. I will not be disturbed again
Nagini slithered around the throne the Dark Lord was
seated in. The Death Eaters nearest her
backed up in fear and disgust. Voldemort
laughed and stood. The Death Eaters
began filing out of the room. As the
last of them disappeared from view, Voldemort flicked his wand carelessly in
the direction of the door. It slammed
shut, the sound echoing in the empty room.
He turned his wand on Nagini.
colubragena!" and suddenly, he could see himself. He was seeing through the eyes of Nagini.
colubra!" and Nagini rocketed twenty feet in the air and shot back
down. She looked as if she would crash
into the ground, but disappeared with a sharp crack.
* * *
Wormtail hesitantly approached the
door to the Dark Lord's chamber. The
wide, high-ceilinged room was where the Dark Lord spent most of his time,
although the only thing in it was his throne.
A sharp crack had been heard and Malfoy had sent Wormtail to see if the
Voldemort needed help. Personally,
Wormtail was of the opinion that Malfoy didn't like him and hoped the Dark Lord
would kill or at least torture Wormtail for disturbing him. After many internal struggles, Wormtail
timidly knocked on the door.
"My Lord?" he called,
"Are you in need of assistance?"
There was no answer. Wormtail
took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Voldemort was sleeping. At least,
he appeared to be. He was slouched
against the back of his throne, eyes closed, head rolled back. Wormtail took two steps forward, then backed
up. When the Dark Lord said he didn't
want to be disturbed, he didn't want to be disturbed. But what about the sharp crack that had echoed
throughout the hall? Wormtail gathered
his courage and approached his master.
His small, squinty eyes peered about, watching for the slightest
movement that would mean Nagini was following him. The dratted snake took great pleasure in
snapping at the heels of anyone who entered the chamber. However, Nagini was nowhere to be seen.
Wormtail bowed before the throne,
then reached one trembling hand towards his master.
Voldemort as his eyes flew open and his hand shot out and clutched a whimpering
* * *
Voldemort watched through Nagini's
eyes as she slithered down the darkened corridor of the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore was a fool; he obviously thought
Voldemort could not or would not attempt to find the prophecy that would allow
him to get rid of Potter once and for all.
Then he would rise to his place as ruler of the world. But that was beside the
point, there was something in the
corridor ahead. A man, a red-haired,
balding man was sitting on the floor, clearly asleep. Voldemort chuckled to himself. Fools,
the lot of them. Sleeping while on guard
duty, tsk, tsk. However, he was sitting in front of the door. It would be fun to bite the idiot, just for
the sake of it, but that would cause too many complications. Voldemort watched as Nagini slithered toward
the man. As she neared him, he leapt to
his feet, the Invisibility Cloak dropping to the ground.
The man pulled out his wand, damn him!
Ah, well, there was no hope for it.
"Bite him," he hissed to
Nagini. "Kill him. Stop him!" Nagini surged upwards and dove towards the
man, fangs flashing as she tore into the warm flesh again and again. The blood rushed from the wound, over the
sharp, pointed fangs, and into her mouth.
Voldemort faintly tasted the warm blood.
The man's yells faded as he fell heavily back against the wall. Blood was splattering everywhere. The scar on his forehead hurt terribly. Wait a minute. The scar? Voldemort's anger grew as he realized he
wasn't the only one watching the botched spy job.
First, thank you to everyone who reviewed on the first
chapter! It really meant a lot. Second, I know I haven't posted in a very, very long time, but I hope you liked
this chapter enough to make up for it.
It is shorter than the first, because it is harder to get into
Voldemort's head than it is to get into Arthur's. This is the last chapter,
although I might write another one-shot short story (unrelated to this one).
used in spells:
- looking, sight
- female serpent
- the sending of a person on a mission