Okay, that's my depressing point of view, but ~*~*~*~*~*~*BEFORE YOU FLAME ME*~*~*~*~*~*~ let me defend myself and say that I did like the fourth book. It was very well done, and offers plenty of fanfiction opportunities for when I get out of my rut of resentment at the fact that she's taking the darker, more sinister and scary route to fun and lovable books. And also my resentment at CHO CHANG, who is STUPID ... no offense to Cedric Diggory meant here, of course ... he was a very fine person ... but honestly. Cho's just an idiot to throw the most famous wizarding hero away. And HERMIONE? Going out with a grunty, surly, foreign Quidditch player who doesn't seem like he's much for school??? Am I the only one who thinks something's wrong here???
*heaves a huge sigh* I'm getting on with the fic. But I don't think I'll do Saga of a Seeker anymore. Because (a) Cho doesn't deserve it and (b) I was waiting for the fourth book to follow events but now ... (c) I was hoping for it to be a romance but, sadly, J.K.R. disagrees. Don't get me wrong, I still think she's the Goddess (HAIL J.K.!!), but Harry Potter's not my top series anymore ... I think I have some new favorites now ...
And as to what POTTER2-D2 said in the review, I DO NOT READ HARRY POTTER BECAUSE I AM LOOKING FOR A ROMANCE! What did I just say? If you *read* the first paragraph, I *said* that I liked to read them because they were enjoyable and I had fun figuring out her little mysteries and fantastic creations. Romance is a side thing. I am not a flake. Thank you.
Ha. After all that, if you still have an ounce of respect for me, you may read and review, please. *watches as everybody screams "I HATE YOU NINAMAZING!" and walks away sullenly ...*
Sweet, sweet Nagini ... sweet, sweet Nagini. I used to be two inches long ... two inches. But now ... just look at me. Lord Voldemort has made me strong.
How I wish I could have eaten Wormtail ... in his rat form ... but I can hold out until Potter. I have to hold out. For the moment when Harry Potter stands before me will be the moment of a lifetime. I will no longer be a snake ... a little weak thing ... I will be a SERPENT. A MONSTER. I will devour the one who decided that Parseltongue was enough to weasel his way through defeating the weakling in the Chamber of Secrets and making it yield to him. The Dark Lord helped me rise to power ...
Nagini, Nagini, Nagini, Nagini. I feel the world whispering my name - or is it just my imagination? The air around me seems to hum, in anticipation. For it will not be long before the sacred moment ... the sacred point in history where I will secure my true name as a snake. Lord Voldemort and Wormtail, and all the Death Eaters ... Malfoy, Macnair, Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle ... they're all there ... gathered ... and the thought of it makes my tongue twitch ... but no, I must not eat them.
Yet. For when that fool "Lord" feeds me until I am a true monster, I will devour him, and devour them, and escape with Potter.
