It's Always Something

by Rob Morris

LITTLE HANGLETON, 1995

Harry looked on, for this was all he could do, as the beast once more assumed a true, living form.

Wormtail shook with glee. Voldemort, this time birthed purely as Voldemort, exulted in the feel of an actual body.

"The ritual is nearly done with! Now, Wormtail-"

Pettigrew nodded.

"Yes, Master?"

Voldemort smiled.

"Before I solidify, add in the Nose Of The Wholly Disinterested Bystander, Accidentally Given!"

An awkward exchange of looks passed between master and servant.

Harry, who was past crying out, now, out of respect for Cedric, had to fight off peals of laughter.