Chapter 446 - We (2/2)

”Good,” they whispered again so very creepily in tune.

A mournful man's voice says, ”And what of the prophecy hall? We are after all assigned to the Space Chamber. It's been difficult entering the Hall of Prophecy. The new keeper was well chosen, it's completely warded.”

”And who is it?” They all asked.

”We don't know yet. It's difficult to find any clues,” the mournful unspeakable said. ”But we'll keep searching. The keeper sooner or later will let down their guard.”

”Yes, we need to find that which led Alphard Black to us,” they all said. ”A prophecy, no doubt. We must find it!”

”And what of Riddle, where has he gone?” Asked, the stone masked man in the center.

”Albania,” replied the shrill voiced witch. ”Riddle's only taken a few with him his most devoted. Odd though, Lestrange was left behind, but then again, Lestrange is a tricky man. He burns hot and cold. He's dangerous.”

”Dangerous,” they all echoed.

”Let us tie up the loose ends,” they all said. ”We shall start from the end.”

In unison, the orange masked figures walked into the mist in every direction except for the white stone masked man in the center. ”And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat upon him was Death, and Hell followed him.” Striding away in the mist the last dark shadow vanished into the mist as Stonehenge returned to her usual peaceful self. But the silent was fake for it was full of unspoken whispers of things to come. And come they would.

*

In the depths of the Albania forest a green snake with a flat vipers' head slithered through the forest. There were diamond patterns on her skin, and she was as thick as a man's thigh. Vastly poisonous and deadly, twelve feet long, she numbly made her way through the forest. There were so many things she'd forgotten, but there are some things she'd never forgotten as she chanted to herself, ”My name is Nagini.”

Nagini, who was that? She didn't know anymore, but that was her name. And she was so all alone and very much lonely. At times she could still remember who she desperately missed, a pale young man with dark hair and equally dark eyes. Tragically, she couldn't even remember his name that was stolen by time. But he'd made her heart sing once, but he was long gone. Gone, gone, gone. He'd left her.

Nagini raised her head as she scented the air, there were plenty of new scent on the wind. Food? No, something familiar, man. Man? She'd hunted them before, and they had hunted her. Flashes of old memories flash through her mind, but they quickly flee like flocks of sparrows, before she can lunge at them and firmly clasp her fangs around them.

Curious and for some other unknown reason, Nagini slithered closer. She could see they all wore dark things to cover themselves. Men so very strange, they had no hide, no fur to protect themselves. The one with crimson snake eyes drew her as she slithered closer tasting him. The darkness around him was unpleasant, but it so very much reminded her of the one she couldn't remember. Him. It'd always only been him.

Nagini, was about to slither away, when the crimson eyed one spoke, ”Don't be afraid come out.”

Nagini's snake eyes blinked as something compelled her to slither out of the bushes. There were cries around her, but she paid them no mind. This man, this man could understand her!

”How exquisite,” Voldemort said in parseltongue. ”Come.”

Nagini did not know what compelled her to follow, whether loneliness or the magic in his voice, followed she did. She did not know what would become of her nor did she care anymore. She was tired and so very lonely. This was infinitely far better.