Hello everyone, my username is LaoevanSVU, and I wrote this extremely short one-shot for you all to read. I'm sorry if you don't like it, I just wanted to post my schoolwork on Fanfiction so that you can review it. If you're going to flame, go right ahead, I really don't care but don't be ridiculous. Also, if you want me to make more of these, just ask and I will if you give me an idea. Please R&R, and thank you for taking the time to read this.
Addition to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire,
"Voldemort's Anger"
"HOW DID HE GET AWAY?" screamed Voldemort, who was enraged beyond belief. It was right after that little rat Potter escaped from the graveyard that their fight had taken place in. He was so close to victory, he just knew it! Unfortunately, Potter had a part of common sense in him, and he had thought to use the Triwizard Tournament cup to teleport himself and his companion out of harm's way. The irony of the situation baffled Voldemort, who had once again been tricked by 'the boy who lived'. Why hadn't he moved the cup? A few more minutes and he would have been dead, just like the other child that had gotten in his way. The green flash of Avada Kedavra, the fear in the boy's eyes and then blank the whiteness of the pupils, it was just ridiculously evil of Wormtail; and yet strangely comforting in a sense. Now Harry was gone, and there was no way of finding him, so their plan was ruined again.
Voldemort turned his head towards Wormtail, who was cowering in the corner; afraid of his master's wrath. He looked up from behind a tombstone, only to get hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Wormtail flailed in agony; his pudgy, dirty, arms waving up and down. After Voldemort had seen his suffer enough, he broke off the spell and left Wormtail crouching down on the cold, unforgiving dirt floor, hiding from his master.
"Now WORMTAIL, tell me, why did you let Potter get away? He played with his wand in a menacing manner; itching to torture Wormtail. Voldemort glared coldly down at Wormtail, waiting for a response.
"Well?"
A couple of incoherent babbles came out of Wormtail's mouth as he struggled to find an answer to the unfair question. At last, Wormtail took in a big gulp of air and slowly formed a response.
"Master, I… didn't think… that… that Harry would even be able to get away. I'm… sorry."
Voldemort looked at his lame excuse of a minion and rage boiled inside him. It was a deep hate that he hadn't encountered in the three miserable years that he spent hiding from society. He snarled; feral as a beast; and angrily blew apart a headstone with a flick of his wand. Wormtail, who was only a few feet away ducked as marble chunks flew towards his face.
"CALL THE BOY POTTER! That useless brat has evaded me, and you dare call him by his first name? I ought to have you killed for this!"
Voldemort crouched down so that he was eye-level with Wormtail. He grabbed him by the robes and hissed in his ear. "I advise that you run away quickly to get as far away from me as you can. You brought me back, so I feel mercy by sparing you. I don't want to see your face ever again. NOW RUN!" Wormtail scampered away and Voldemort straightened up to survey his army of Death Eaters, who had been watching the scene without a word. They stood to attention, waiting for a command.
Voldemort stalked over to one of the Death Eaters and lifted his mask. He met the icy-blue eyes of Lucius Malfoy, who bowed slightly to acknowledge the rise of his leader. Voldemort smiled for the first time that night and scanned the crowd.
"We have a lot of work to do tonight!" Voldemort yelled to the Death Eaters. "It's time for the Ministry to know that I'm back!"
