*****AUTHOR NOTE!*****
Hiya! I'm still alive! And I'm sorry if I pissed anyone off because I teased with a sequel! ;) So, as promised: Une sequel! :D
*****AUTHOR OUT!*****
In the deepest depths of the cave, a tiny form shuddered. Its breathing was laboured and each movement brought a spluttering cough, as if the creature was somehow drowning on dry land. It's skin was raw and slimy, as though it had been scraped off with some blunt tool.
Suddenly, a small glowing light floated across the room, casting an eerie light around the cave.
"Master?" A voice called faintly. "My Lord?"
"Yessssss?" The tiny creature hissed, its voice strained and hoarse.
"My Lord!" A man scurried across the floor, stumbling slightly in his haste. "I have found you! At last!"
"Ahhh..." The creature gasped. "I know you!" A pause occured as the second figure knelt before the tiny form. "Bartemius Crouch... Junior!"