A/N: This was a story made for creative writing class. Enjoy
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"Oh dear, oh dear!" A squat man with tousled, dirty blond hair and watery blue eyes bustled around a tomb in the middle of a graveyard on the edge between civilization and nowhere. He collected a cauldron, wood for a fire, and other items. His shaky, plump fingers grabbed two jars of some grotesque looking animal limb. He dumped them in the cauldron.
In the middle of the above-ground dungeon sat a red felt chair. A fetus-like figure sat within the chair, wrapped in half a dozen blankets. A snake curled up at the fetus' feet.
"Wormtail!" The blanket covered fetus called hoarsely, his voice barely audible. To get the bustling man, Wormtail's, attention, the snake uncoiled itself and slithered to Wormtail, hissing at his feet.
"Y-yes, m'lord?" Wormtail asked, bowing like all scared servants do; he bent his body from the waist, but his eyes warily watched their master.
"Is the portkey ready?" As the fetus spoke, the blankets around his face fell away to reveal glowing, red eyes and a grotesque, skull-like face. Wormtail flinched.
"Yes, m'lord. Crouch called in already." Wormtail scurried over to his post by the tomb door to wait for Harry to arrive with the pseudo Triwizard tournament cup. Up until now, Wormtail's day had been fairly horrible and he prayed to all the gods there may be that this plan worked.
Nay, it must do more than work, Wormtail thought worriedly. He nibbled at his thumbnail, his watery eyes darted between two graves, the two graves the portkey was to bring Potter to. I do hope master keeps his promise. Wormtail unconsciously grabbed his left hand. For a long moment, he went over the lines to the spel he had to use to get his master's strength back. After repeating it about five times, he had it memorized.
Sssss!
Wormtail jumped.
"Nagini senses something," Wormtail's lord translated. Wormtail nodded and stuck his right hand in his coat pocket, fingering his wand.
Oh I really shouldn't do this, Wormtail thought. His eyes continued darting back and forth. His nose and mouth twitched incessantly, nervously, like a mouse.
Wormtail started forming a checklist in his head. Eye of newt-check, frog leg-check, water-check, green witches paste-check. OH! Feather of raven! Wormtail scurried to a bag in the far corner. He felt Nagini's eyes boring through his skull. The hair on his neck stood upright. His hand groped some feathers on the bottom of the bag. He shuffled back to the cauldron and dropped the feather in. He stirred the potion a few times, looking positively delighted and equally nervous.
"Everything is as it should be?" Wormtail jumped once more. Always jumping, that poor twitchy fellow. He forgot his master was sitting and watching, criticizing everything.
"Y-yes, m'lord," Wormtail answered for the umpteenth time. He hurried back to his position, nose twitching more than ever.
When all the waiting started to get boring and Wormtail felt his eyelids grow heavy, there was a loud pop in the air. He gazed out into the graveyard. Lo-and-behold! Harry Potter at last has arrived.
"And so it begins!" Wormtail's master rasped, delighted. He stroked Nagini's head soothingly.
