A Marauder Harry visits the graveyard and Voldemort is Samara.


Harry stumbled as he landed in the graveyard, still crowing to the absent Cedric Diggory. "Ha! Take that you stupid Hufflepuff! I got here before yo-" He paused and looked around, his surroundings finally registering. "Well this is cool."

Harry spotted a man clutching a bundle approach him, looming menacingly out of the fog.

"Hello?" He called out. "Look, that creepy fog thing you've got going on is really awesome, believe me, and I'd totally like to swap notes some time, but could you tell me where I am?"

"Your doom!" Came the squealed reply from the rags.

Harry laughed, because that high-pitched voice was really funny. "Did someone kick you in the balls? Was it me? Do you even have balls, or are you just fabric?"

The cloth creature and the man ignored Harry, and continued his advance. "Wormtail, prepare the-"

"Wormtail?" Harry interrupted incredulously. "The Womtail? Member of the Marauders; most awesome pranking group of all time?"

"Well, yes-" The man began to speak, but was cut off by Harry falling to his knees in reverent worship. "Oh Merlin! I built a shrine to you guys in my second year! Well, mostly you. I mean, the others sound kinda stuck-up to be honest; 'Prongs', 'Padfoot', 'Moony' but Wormtail? Just the right amount of sneakiness needed for a pranking master!"

By now, Wormtail was beginning to preen. "It's true. No one appreciates the amount of slyness needed to pull off the perfect pranks. A rat is supreme at finding ways into Slytherin dungeons."

"I love you." Harry declared, stars in his eyes. "Would you like a custard cream? It's my last one, but to have the Wormtail eat it… it would be an honour." There were actual tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

"Don't mind if I d-" Wormtail squeaked as he began to sprout feathers, his face narrowed and his arms transformed into wings. Harry smirked and ran his hand through his fringe. "Rats suck." He told the squawking bird smugly. Then he got out a mirror and spoke into the surface, pausing only for a moment to check his reflection. "Sirius Black. Hey, Siri. Yeah, I got kidnapped by Pettigrew."

"How is he?" Sirius asked eagerly through the frame.

"A canary." Harry said nonchalantly.

"That's my cub!"

"Yeah, the only thing is, now there's this weird baby thing crawling across the floor towards me. It reminds me a bit of the scene from that horror movie you let me watch-"

"Mr Potter!"

"Oh, is Minnie there? I meant that horror movie you didn't let me watch."

"In all my years… most irresponsible…!"

"Busted." Harry and Sirius sighed.