Welcome. This is a story that I'm writing for my friend Jesse. I will be taking a leisurely pace as I update freely. The main chunk of the story takes place during Harry's fourth year. It's an AU fic and will continue on into his fifth year. Hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Harry's fourth year was the turning point in his life. It was the year that wouldn't allow him to turn back the hands of time, nor forget what he was.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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Wormtail paced the floor. He didn't know how well this was going to work. They was always after Harry Potter. What made the Potter child so special? Why could no one else do? He was so tired of all the nights that he spent wondering this.

"Wormtail."

He flinched as that all too familiar voice called for him. Had he not already received enough of a talk? Had he not fulfilled all the requests his lord had given him? What was left? Death? No. His lord needed him... At least until the Quidditch World Cup.

"What is it, my lord?" He hesitently moved closer. His fear of Nagini, who swallowed that old caretaker not too long ago, made him keep some distance.

"I can sense that you are restless. Do you still wonder why only Potter will do?"

Wormtail was quiet. He wasn't sure if this was a test of his loyalty or not. He wanted to know why everything revolved around that one boy. But questioning You-Know-Who, doubting him, could lead to death. It was almost like that muggle phrase "curiosity killed the cat" which James would say during their school years might be true. However, James would follow it up with "thank god I'm not a cat" and then jump right into mischief.

"No, my lord. I do not wonder it anymore." He was not James. He could not be as brave as him.

"I know when you are lying."

"I am sorry, my lord."

"Inside Potter is a secret. It is a secret I left there. This secret will bring Harry Potter to our side. No one else can replace him. No one can be a substitute. Only the boy will do."

Wormtail was quiet. He was trying to figure out what to say. He wanted to know why it was Harry, but he knew why. It was his fault and he couldn't go back.

"And how shall we get close to the boy, my lord?"

"We must gather my loyal followers at the Quidditch World Cup. We will awaken that secret then. Trust me, Wormtail, when I say that the boy will be mine in less than a year's time. Potter will belong to me."