She hatched into the family of the rather insane Mr. Grabbill Hookland.
Grab, whom his friends commonly called him, was a collector of rare magical creatures. He would keep them as pets and sometimes mate them. And when the little cross breeds were born, he would sent them as gifts to his nephews and nieces.
Yes, an odd man he was.
You would usually see him in his black tuxedo, striding on the streets of London, claiming to be a business man. And with a wicked sense of cruelty towards muggles, he would often invite them home to give them a scare. Of course, with a memory charm, he covered up that hobby of his easily.
Among his friends, Grab constantly bragged about his “pets”, and how fantastically unique they were. He would flaunt the new breeds and the recently hatched, and today, he flaunted a snake.
“Oh, such beauty isn’t she?” Grab said to Tawrent Lovegood.
“Yes. Rather.” Tawrent gave the snake a poke and sank deeper into his chair. He hated snakes, especially this one. There was something about it, something that made it feel dangerous to be around it.
“Do you know that this one can grow up to 50 feet! If brought up properly that is,” Grab stroked the snake’s head.
“How… delightful,” Tawrent said uncertainly.
“But I’m not keeping this one.”
“Which unlucky nephew or niece are you giving this creature to?”
Grab laughed at what he thought was a joke. “Well, I have a special buyer who’s particularly interested.”
Grab went on to placing the baby snake into a small plastic box. He then waved his wand and brown paper messily wrapped itself around the box. A small card addressed to an unknown source also sat nicely on top of the box. And as an owl swooped into his living room, Grab tied the gift to its legs.
“You know who to send it to,” Grab said cheerfully to the owl. And the owl obediently went on its delivery.
“Is it legal?” Tawrent asked as he watched the owl fly off.
“What is? Selling my pets?”
“Yes. Especially to people you don’t know,” Tawrent said.
“Why not?” Grab smiled as he sipped at his tea.
“I thought there’s a license process for sales and purchases of such creatures.”
“You have too many friends in the ministry that the law is starting to confuse you.”
“I just don’t want you to get in trouble,” Tawrent said with a sigh.
“I won’t be in trouble. This buyer knows a great deal about snakes.”
“Really.” Tawrent was not convinced.
“Oh yes. But I told him that at this age, the snake needs a lot of grooming, and if he has any intentions for it, he best wait till it is fully grown. I also told him not to show it off to anyone, since, it is a very rare breed that I would consider dangerous.”
“Right. Lets hope he doesn’t send it on a killing spree.”
“That would be a waste of her potential if he didn’t. But I think he only wants a companion.” Grabbill laughed.
“Odd choice for one.”
The packaged arrive in a house outside of town. The special buyer sent the owl off with the money he owed before heading to his reading room to unwrap it. But before he could do so, he saw an intruder hiding in the shadows.
Panicking, he pulled out his wand and demanded, “Who are you?! How did you get in?!”
Before he could react. he saw a flash of green light, that even an attempt to draw his last breath was impossible.
“Thank you for the slippery gift,” the person in the shadows said, before heading to the package.
Knowing that the old man he just killed was a loner, he took his time at opening the gift he claimed. And when he first laid eyes on the snake, he was amazed at the beauty of it.
“Hi,” he said.
The baby snake curled at a corner and watched him closely.
“I won’t hurt you. I just want to be friends,” he continued.
He then put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a rat he had bought from the market earlier in the day.
“Here’s a treat,” he said, as he carefully released it into the plastic box.
She hesitated for a moment, watching his hand pull out from her safe zone. Then, without thinking twice, she striked at the rat.
“Fast one,” he said, sounding impressed.
“I am,” she replied.
“I hope you liked it.”
“Thank you,” she said as she moved out from her curled position.
“Do you have a name?” he asked.
She shook her head at him in reply.
“I shall call you Nagini then. Do you like that name?”
“I guess. Do you have a name?”
“Yes. I’m… master. Call me master.”
“O.k master,” Nagini replied.
“Let’s go home,” Master said as he picked up the snake and disappeared in a swoosh.
11 thoughts on “A Slippery Gift”
I didn’t understand!! I mean did voldemort bought the snake or someone else bought it and he simply stole it?? And was voldemort in the shadows hiding or it was the old man voldy killed?
He stole it from the old man who bought it 🙂
Ok.. Thanks! 😀