Note:
Just a small tidbit of what I think Pettigrew might be going through, since
he has chosen his path with The Dark Lord.
Kya
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He tossed uncertainly, watery blue eyes closed as far as they would go, feeling the light clothes that represented the only covering he had against the cold wings that whistled through the large building the Dark Lord had decided to inhabit.
No matter how hard he tried, he could see the sneering form before him, black hair dancing in the wind, the small figure of his wife beside him, the two screaming obscentities at him. The words bounced along inside his head, almost drawing light and colour as they drowned out all of his other thoughts.
His dead friend took a few steps towards him, the light of the cruel moon above them catching on his brown eyes, black hair and thin, willowy form that always helped him when he wanted to play Keeper.
With a yell, he opened his eyes, pulling his body to a sitting position, as he panted. The cold sweat trickled off his body, as his eyes searched desperately through the shadows.
Nothing.
A movement caught his eye to the right, where two forms stood; ones he recognised easily and were constant plagues when he tried to have a restful sleep.
'James,' he whispered, shivering as the cold eyes glared into his pupils, moving further into his brain.
'Betrayer,' the man snarled, as the woman moved into view.
'You have no right to call either of us by our name,' she hissed, 'for you have destroyed any chance of ever having such a novelty.'
He felt his body fall to the ground, as James snarled at him.
'You gave up our friendship for a Master who will never give you anything to live for,' James snapped, his cloak billowing around him.
'He... he is giving me power,' he whimpered as his body shook.
'Power!' snarled the woman, 'he has not given you that! All he has given you a Skeleton Throne!'
'But Lily,' he began.
'A Skeleton Throne!' she thundered.
'Our words don't have any effect on you,' James hissed, 'so maybe this will. Lily has been given plenty of years to think this over, to tell you exactly what life you have chosen for yourself.'
Lily cleared her throat, her green eyes flashing. She opened her mouth and sung:
'Rest the hand that drew blood
Upon your skeleton throne
The defeated crumble at your feet
The other resistors are still unknown.
They all nibble at your position
Spread horrible lies.
You've come to power
By the will of those Above
You both made all those promises
But went back on everyone.
You started a war
With a stronger nation than you
You've put the country in debt
Just by the wild things you do.
You've executed,
Much more than you have saved
But that's not a big deal
You were told
It came with the territory.
CHOROS:
When your sycophants have left you
And the evening light is dim
Have you ever glanced in the flame of your candle
Wondering what you have become?
But every time you try
To make your mind up to leave
Those words,
They find you, time and time again.
They say
Look into the eyes
Of all those useless people
Only good they'll ever bring
Is the goods they produce.
Remember that you're not one of them
Only because we decided to elect you
You were put on that throne
Only to end the old charade but
Begin another one.
You terminate your job
You have no life
Cus then you've
Just become
Them.
Them.
Your people met you with stony faces
The light has long ago left their soul
Half-smirks on their faces, as they pretend
To the cameras and news reporters
To be the loyal subject of a king,
Who has long since been dethroned
By the ones at his side and beyond
Evil twinkles in their eyes.
Swearing that their new leader
Will bring hope to all the people
Have an interest in every problem
But promises to uphold the rules of
The ones overseas.
All he does is sign his name
At the bottom of the page
Told that doing so makes him important
Enough to marry a rich woman
Have a fancy car, and a mansion
And a party every other week.
CHOROS:
When your sycophants have left you
And the evening light is dim
Have you ever glanced in the flames of your candle
And wondered what have you become?
But every time you try
To make your mind up and leave
Those words,
They find you, time and time again!
They say
Look into those eyes
Of all the useless people
Only good they'll ever bring
Is the goods they produce.
Remember that you're not one of them
Only because we decided to elect you
You were put on the throne
To end the old charade but
Begin another one.
You terminate your job
You have no life
Cus then you've
Just become
Them.
Them.
He drives around the country
In a ticking time-bomb
His expensive suits are plastic
Made in the old-fashioned style
Bought in a dilapidated shop for half-price
But he wears it anyway
As his aides told him
That it made him look cool.
The party he attends with his wife
Only contains the rich and famous
Everyone but him
Receives real Champaign
His is watered down
And put in a paper cup
But he thinks all of this
Is because of the latest drought.
The mansion near the palace
Have fake cold lining
Only electric fans
And small bouts of electricity.
The water only comes on
After five and until seven
In the morning every day
But he just grins and bears it
It's happening to everyone
He is told
He puts it first on the agenda
But its voted down, two to eleven.
CHOROS:
When your sycophants have left you
And the evening light is dim
Have you ever glanced into the flame of your candle
And wonder about what you have become?
But every time you try
To make your mind up to leave
Those words
They find you, time and time again!
They say
Look into those eyes
Of all the useless people
Only good they'll ever bring
Is the goods they produce
Remember that you are not one of them
Only because we decided to elect you
You were put on the throne
To end the old charade but
Begin another one.
You terminate your job
You have no life
Cus then you've
Just become
Them.
Them.
He's gone old before his eyes
White hair, though he's barely forty-three
All his old friends, companions and aides
Have left him for the new campaign
The latest strategy of the ones beyond.
His wife stole most of his money
And ran off with the cook
The auditors seized his car and his house
Now he's penniless and starving
Been thrown off the land.
The people's mood has changed
They rally behind the new candidate
Who swears that he'll never be made
Into a puppet like the last king.
He's living in a hut
The roof barely keeping off the rain
But nothing can silence
The memories of the past.
CHOROS:
Now that your sycophants have left you
The evening light has grown dim
You glance into your small candle
And wonder what did they make you become?
You never found a way out
You never made up your mind
Those voice from before
Have found you
One and for all!
They say
Look into the eyes
Of all the useless people
Remember you had been put there
To pretend to give the end of one charade
But the beginning of another.
Now that you've failed
That protecting line is gone
Your job has been terminated
You have no life.
We won't be the ones to kill you
We'll leave that to somebody else!
All cause you've become
Just like
Them.
You're useless
You have become
One of them!
No longer needed
You're useless
You've become
One of Them.
We'll leave the actual killing
To somebody else!
You are useless.
One of
Them.'
'You remember that!' shouted James, stamping one of his feet on the stone ground.
'But, you have to understand-' stammered their old friend.
'I don't want to hear any more of your poor excuses,' said Lily, 'we've told you the truth of the matter, not that anything can be done about it. Tom Riddle will never let you leave Him now, so you are stuck with this stony path that you decided on years ago. A path that will lead to your destruction. You remember that!'
'You'll only live as long as you are useful to the Dark Lord,' hissed James.
'Once there is no need for you to be alive,' added Lily, 'you will be killed. Not by Tom Riddle, but probably by a Death Eater, or else He'll let you be caught by The Ministry or one of the Order, and they'll get to have the final job!'
'We'll come back!' said James, 'haunt your dreams some other time.'
'You let that song run through your head,' hissed Lily, 'it will show you the error of your ways.'
'And if you kill yourself, in an attempt to rid yourself of these thoughts,' snapped James, 'then know this, we will then haunt you.'
'No matter what you try!' snarled Lily, 'this decision will destroy your living life and the life you will have after you die.'
'And just to tell you, dear old friend, Wormtail,' growled James, 'the after life lasts for an eternity and a bit. You have no hope!'
'Wormtail!' yelled the voice of Tom Riddle, as he felt his legs give way and he fell onto his stomach.
'Go!' said Lily, 'your master is calling you!'
'Lily! Prongs!' he whispered.
'We'll return another day,' muttered Lily, 'to haunt you!'
With a flash, the two forms were gone and he was left with a darkened room that he had chosen to act as sleeping quarters.
'Wormtail!' snapped the voice of Lucius Malfoy, as he popped his head into the small room, 'can you not hear your Master calling?'
He gulped before looking up, only met with the mask all Death Eaters wore, before glancing once more around the room, before forcing himself up, and slowly trotting out of the room.
'It can't be,' he thought to himself, 'it was only a dream.'
'Skeleton Throne,' the cold voice of James and Lily immediately cut into his thoughts, causing him to come to a halt.
'Are you coming or not!' snapped Lucius Malfoy, 'our Master will not take it kindly if you are later than you already are.'
He nodded, as Malfoy disappeared, leaving the once-time friend alone in his own thoughts.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He tossed uncertainly, watery blue eyes closed as far as they would go, feeling the light clothes that represented the only covering he had against the cold wings that whistled through the large building the Dark Lord had decided to inhabit.
No matter how hard he tried, he could see the sneering form before him, black hair dancing in the wind, the small figure of his wife beside him, the two screaming obscentities at him. The words bounced along inside his head, almost drawing light and colour as they drowned out all of his other thoughts.
His dead friend took a few steps towards him, the light of the cruel moon above them catching on his brown eyes, black hair and thin, willowy form that always helped him when he wanted to play Keeper.
With a yell, he opened his eyes, pulling his body to a sitting position, as he panted. The cold sweat trickled off his body, as his eyes searched desperately through the shadows.
Nothing.
A movement caught his eye to the right, where two forms stood; ones he recognised easily and were constant plagues when he tried to have a restful sleep.
'James,' he whispered, shivering as the cold eyes glared into his pupils, moving further into his brain.
'Betrayer,' the man snarled, as the woman moved into view.
'You have no right to call either of us by our name,' she hissed, 'for you have destroyed any chance of ever having such a novelty.'
He felt his body fall to the ground, as James snarled at him.
'You gave up our friendship for a Master who will never give you anything to live for,' James snapped, his cloak billowing around him.
'He... he is giving me power,' he whimpered as his body shook.
'Power!' snarled the woman, 'he has not given you that! All he has given you a Skeleton Throne!'
'But Lily,' he began.
'A Skeleton Throne!' she thundered.
'Our words don't have any effect on you,' James hissed, 'so maybe this will. Lily has been given plenty of years to think this over, to tell you exactly what life you have chosen for yourself.'
Lily cleared her throat, her green eyes flashing. She opened her mouth and sung:
'Rest the hand that drew blood
Upon your skeleton throne
The defeated crumble at your feet
The other resistors are still unknown.
They all nibble at your position
Spread horrible lies.
You've come to power
By the will of those Above
You both made all those promises
But went back on everyone.
You started a war
With a stronger nation than you
You've put the country in debt
Just by the wild things you do.
You've executed,
Much more than you have saved
But that's not a big deal
You were told
It came with the territory.
CHOROS:
When your sycophants have left you
And the evening light is dim
Have you ever glanced in the flame of your candle
Wondering what you have become?
But every time you try
To make your mind up to leave
Those words,
They find you, time and time again.
They say
Look into the eyes
Of all those useless people
Only good they'll ever bring
Is the goods they produce.
Remember that you're not one of them
Only because we decided to elect you
You were put on that throne
Only to end the old charade but
Begin another one.
You terminate your job
You have no life
Cus then you've
Just become
Them.
Them.
Your people met you with stony faces
The light has long ago left their soul
Half-smirks on their faces, as they pretend
To the cameras and news reporters
To be the loyal subject of a king,
Who has long since been dethroned
By the ones at his side and beyond
Evil twinkles in their eyes.
Swearing that their new leader
Will bring hope to all the people
Have an interest in every problem
But promises to uphold the rules of
The ones overseas.
All he does is sign his name
At the bottom of the page
Told that doing so makes him important
Enough to marry a rich woman
Have a fancy car, and a mansion
And a party every other week.
CHOROS:
When your sycophants have left you
And the evening light is dim
Have you ever glanced in the flames of your candle
And wondered what have you become?
But every time you try
To make your mind up and leave
Those words,
They find you, time and time again!
They say
Look into those eyes
Of all the useless people
Only good they'll ever bring
Is the goods they produce.
Remember that you're not one of them
Only because we decided to elect you
You were put on the throne
To end the old charade but
Begin another one.
You terminate your job
You have no life
Cus then you've
Just become
Them.
Them.
He drives around the country
In a ticking time-bomb
His expensive suits are plastic
Made in the old-fashioned style
Bought in a dilapidated shop for half-price
But he wears it anyway
As his aides told him
That it made him look cool.
The party he attends with his wife
Only contains the rich and famous
Everyone but him
Receives real Champaign
His is watered down
And put in a paper cup
But he thinks all of this
Is because of the latest drought.
The mansion near the palace
Have fake cold lining
Only electric fans
And small bouts of electricity.
The water only comes on
After five and until seven
In the morning every day
But he just grins and bears it
It's happening to everyone
He is told
He puts it first on the agenda
But its voted down, two to eleven.
CHOROS:
When your sycophants have left you
And the evening light is dim
Have you ever glanced into the flame of your candle
And wonder about what you have become?
But every time you try
To make your mind up to leave
Those words
They find you, time and time again!
They say
Look into those eyes
Of all the useless people
Only good they'll ever bring
Is the goods they produce
Remember that you are not one of them
Only because we decided to elect you
You were put on the throne
To end the old charade but
Begin another one.
You terminate your job
You have no life
Cus then you've
Just become
Them.
Them.
He's gone old before his eyes
White hair, though he's barely forty-three
All his old friends, companions and aides
Have left him for the new campaign
The latest strategy of the ones beyond.
His wife stole most of his money
And ran off with the cook
The auditors seized his car and his house
Now he's penniless and starving
Been thrown off the land.
The people's mood has changed
They rally behind the new candidate
Who swears that he'll never be made
Into a puppet like the last king.
He's living in a hut
The roof barely keeping off the rain
But nothing can silence
The memories of the past.
CHOROS:
Now that your sycophants have left you
The evening light has grown dim
You glance into your small candle
And wonder what did they make you become?
You never found a way out
You never made up your mind
Those voice from before
Have found you
One and for all!
They say
Look into the eyes
Of all the useless people
Remember you had been put there
To pretend to give the end of one charade
But the beginning of another.
Now that you've failed
That protecting line is gone
Your job has been terminated
You have no life.
We won't be the ones to kill you
We'll leave that to somebody else!
All cause you've become
Just like
Them.
You're useless
You have become
One of them!
No longer needed
You're useless
You've become
One of Them.
We'll leave the actual killing
To somebody else!
You are useless.
One of
Them.'
'You remember that!' shouted James, stamping one of his feet on the stone ground.
'But, you have to understand-' stammered their old friend.
'I don't want to hear any more of your poor excuses,' said Lily, 'we've told you the truth of the matter, not that anything can be done about it. Tom Riddle will never let you leave Him now, so you are stuck with this stony path that you decided on years ago. A path that will lead to your destruction. You remember that!'
'You'll only live as long as you are useful to the Dark Lord,' hissed James.
'Once there is no need for you to be alive,' added Lily, 'you will be killed. Not by Tom Riddle, but probably by a Death Eater, or else He'll let you be caught by The Ministry or one of the Order, and they'll get to have the final job!'
'We'll come back!' said James, 'haunt your dreams some other time.'
'You let that song run through your head,' hissed Lily, 'it will show you the error of your ways.'
'And if you kill yourself, in an attempt to rid yourself of these thoughts,' snapped James, 'then know this, we will then haunt you.'
'No matter what you try!' snarled Lily, 'this decision will destroy your living life and the life you will have after you die.'
'And just to tell you, dear old friend, Wormtail,' growled James, 'the after life lasts for an eternity and a bit. You have no hope!'
'Wormtail!' yelled the voice of Tom Riddle, as he felt his legs give way and he fell onto his stomach.
'Go!' said Lily, 'your master is calling you!'
'Lily! Prongs!' he whispered.
'We'll return another day,' muttered Lily, 'to haunt you!'
With a flash, the two forms were gone and he was left with a darkened room that he had chosen to act as sleeping quarters.
'Wormtail!' snapped the voice of Lucius Malfoy, as he popped his head into the small room, 'can you not hear your Master calling?'
He gulped before looking up, only met with the mask all Death Eaters wore, before glancing once more around the room, before forcing himself up, and slowly trotting out of the room.
'It can't be,' he thought to himself, 'it was only a dream.'
'Skeleton Throne,' the cold voice of James and Lily immediately cut into his thoughts, causing him to come to a halt.
'Are you coming or not!' snapped Lucius Malfoy, 'our Master will not take it kindly if you are later than you already are.'
He nodded, as Malfoy disappeared, leaving the once-time friend alone in his own thoughts.