Chapter One: The Riddle House (2.0)
"Is that right?" said Frank roughly. "Lord, is it? Well, I don't think much of your manners, My Lord. Turn 'round and face me like a man, why don't you?"
"But I am not a man, Muggle," said the cold voice, barely audible now over the crackling of the flame. "I am much, much more than a man. However...why not? I will face you...Wormtail, come turn my chair around."
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And then the chair was facing Frank and he saw what was sitting in it. His walking stick fell to the floor with a clatter. He opened his mouth and let out a scream. He was screaming so loudly that he never heard the words the thing in the chair spoke as it raised a wand. There was a flash of green light, a rushing sound, and Frank Bryce crumpled. He was dead before he hit the floor. (Excerpt from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, by J.K. Rowling, pages 14-15).
Frank Bryce's still body lay on the rug, his limbs hideously contorted and his eyes glazed and wide. His mouth was still open in a silent scream.
"Move him from the doorway," Voldemort commanded. Wormtail obeyed with the slightest whine and pulled Frank to a corner of the room.
"Now, turn my chair back around," Voldemort ordered. His voice showed no emotion whatsoever.
"My, my lord-" Wormtail stuttered as he wrestled the chair back into place. "Must we-are we leaving sooner because of the, of the muggle?"
"It would seem so. The other muggles will eventually notice his disappearance." Voldemort's voice was very low now and tinged with exhaustion.
Wormtail evidently did not hear how weary his master sounded, for he pressed on. "Tonight, or-"
"NO!" Voldemort roared and Wormtail fell to his knees as if he'd been lashed. "I am too tired to move tonight, idiot! It will take a few days for them to notice the caretaker's absence. Start showing some brains, Wormtail, or you too will share the fate of the muggle...Nagani!"
The snake lifted her head and started up at her master.
"Eat!" Voldemort hissed and Nagaini slithered off the hearth rub and towards Frank Bryce's body. Wormtail still kneeled beside his master's chair, though his little beady gaze kept darting between Voldemort, the door and-with a shudder-the corner where the sounds of Nagaini eating were audible. His breathing grew heavy-dare he? He moved the slightest of a centimeter toward the door. But then...
"What is that?" Voldemort said sharply.
Wormtail started, blanching as he stared at Voldemort. But then he heard it too. The thump-thump sound of someone hitting the floor just outside the door, as if they were running through the Riddle manor. Wormtail clambered to his feet, but he was not prepared as the door burst open...
So there! The first chapter is rather short, but it gives you an idea of my writing style and the story...Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Oh and of course Harry Potter is copy written and owned by J.K. Rowling and all that good biz.
