A/N: thanks for reviewing, mystikal girl, blondie, and escritora…
Disclaimer: STOP ASKING ME! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!
Long after everyone left the train station, I was still standing alone at the curb. I knew the Dursleys would be late to avoid a magical confrontation, but I thought they'd at least come to pick me up. But after standing there for 2 hours, I knew they weren't coming.
"This is a new low, even for the Dursleys," I mumbled under my breath and picked up my bags.
"Oh well… guess I'll just walk." I was well aware that the muggles around me were all staring at me, but I kept right on talking to myself.
"Wonder how long it'll take?"
Their glares didn't bother me until I heard a little boy ask his mum "What's wrong with him mummy, whys the weird boy talking to himself?" Then I became self-conscious, and shut my mouth.
I walked, and walked, for what seemed like ages. I figure it was about 10 mills, in muggle distance. But, I finally got to four, Privet Drive. I went straight upstairs, and fell right asleep.
~:`~
"Voldemort, Lord, Sir. Unexpected, I know, but very strong."
A loud hiss filled the room and reverberated off the walls "Damn that family. Their powers…their strength. It's all too great!"
"I understand sir, but-"
"SILENCE!"
A small mousy man nodded.
"We must keep dark above the light," he paused, and thought. The dark cold room was silent besides the soft rattling of a snakes tail.
"2 of them and Dumbledore…" he continued, "versus one of me. My death eaters versus the aurors."
"Sir, you can stay powerful, just-"
"SILENCE! How many death eaters am I training now?" there was a brief pause. "Hurry!"
"Over 500, sir."
" How many aurors are there?"
"Just over 100, Lord," Peter, the small mousy man responded.
"Yes," he hissed. "I must loose 300, and train 200 harder… fewer. But stronger."
Peter nodded in agreement.
"Now, we must get rid off 300. Go get the list."
Voldemort's servant quickly disappeared into the darkness, and reappeared holding a parchment.
"Read me the names," Voldemort ordered.
Peter cleared his throat. "Malfoy," he paused, until Voldemort nodded, "…Goyle… Crabbe… Patil… Davis…. Paulson…" he continued to rattle off names until he reached 300. "There you are sir, the 300 most likely to betray you."
"Now," Voldemort hissed and strode across the floor to Peter and handed him a small map. "It will show you each victim's location."
"Why, sir, why will I go to their homes, Lord?"
"MORON, YOU WILL OBLIVIATE THEM! Make sure there is no trace of us left with them, they are being completely expunged from the dark side. GO!!"
With that, I awoke with a start. I heard a loud thumping, and began to panic before I realized someone was knocking at my cupboard door.
"Come in?"
Dudley opened the door, and stepped inside…
"Goodness, I'm fat," he mumbled to himself under his breath. "Why didn't you ever tell me that I was this fat?"
"Umm… Why are you here?"
"Oh, well," he paused, obviously uncomfortable. His eyes were darting everywhere. " This morning, at breakfast, mom made me waffles."
"I'm sorry. I was too tired to get up and make breakfast today. I had to walk home yesterday and I needed to sleep." I responded quickly. I was not in the mood to get yelled at by Uncle Vernon just because Dudley didn't like him mum's breakfast.
"No, no, I'm not mad," he paused again and thought, "I didn't want the waffles, so I sat there sulking. Dad wasn't made to eat any, but instead sat there with his empty plate, and read the paper. Well… suddenly, there were 5 waffles on his plate."
"Look, Dudley. It's not my fault that your spoiled and you moved your waffles to his plate. You deserved whatever scolding you got."
"No, see Harry, I didn't touch them. I just thought about it real hard."
"What do you mean?"
"I think… I think it was magic," he whispered.
Disclaimer: STOP ASKING ME! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!
Long after everyone left the train station, I was still standing alone at the curb. I knew the Dursleys would be late to avoid a magical confrontation, but I thought they'd at least come to pick me up. But after standing there for 2 hours, I knew they weren't coming.
"This is a new low, even for the Dursleys," I mumbled under my breath and picked up my bags.
"Oh well… guess I'll just walk." I was well aware that the muggles around me were all staring at me, but I kept right on talking to myself.
"Wonder how long it'll take?"
Their glares didn't bother me until I heard a little boy ask his mum "What's wrong with him mummy, whys the weird boy talking to himself?" Then I became self-conscious, and shut my mouth.
I walked, and walked, for what seemed like ages. I figure it was about 10 mills, in muggle distance. But, I finally got to four, Privet Drive. I went straight upstairs, and fell right asleep.
~:`~
"Voldemort, Lord, Sir. Unexpected, I know, but very strong."
A loud hiss filled the room and reverberated off the walls "Damn that family. Their powers…their strength. It's all too great!"
"I understand sir, but-"
"SILENCE!"
A small mousy man nodded.
"We must keep dark above the light," he paused, and thought. The dark cold room was silent besides the soft rattling of a snakes tail.
"2 of them and Dumbledore…" he continued, "versus one of me. My death eaters versus the aurors."
"Sir, you can stay powerful, just-"
"SILENCE! How many death eaters am I training now?" there was a brief pause. "Hurry!"
"Over 500, sir."
" How many aurors are there?"
"Just over 100, Lord," Peter, the small mousy man responded.
"Yes," he hissed. "I must loose 300, and train 200 harder… fewer. But stronger."
Peter nodded in agreement.
"Now, we must get rid off 300. Go get the list."
Voldemort's servant quickly disappeared into the darkness, and reappeared holding a parchment.
"Read me the names," Voldemort ordered.
Peter cleared his throat. "Malfoy," he paused, until Voldemort nodded, "…Goyle… Crabbe… Patil… Davis…. Paulson…" he continued to rattle off names until he reached 300. "There you are sir, the 300 most likely to betray you."
"Now," Voldemort hissed and strode across the floor to Peter and handed him a small map. "It will show you each victim's location."
"Why, sir, why will I go to their homes, Lord?"
"MORON, YOU WILL OBLIVIATE THEM! Make sure there is no trace of us left with them, they are being completely expunged from the dark side. GO!!"
With that, I awoke with a start. I heard a loud thumping, and began to panic before I realized someone was knocking at my cupboard door.
"Come in?"
Dudley opened the door, and stepped inside…
"Goodness, I'm fat," he mumbled to himself under his breath. "Why didn't you ever tell me that I was this fat?"
"Umm… Why are you here?"
"Oh, well," he paused, obviously uncomfortable. His eyes were darting everywhere. " This morning, at breakfast, mom made me waffles."
"I'm sorry. I was too tired to get up and make breakfast today. I had to walk home yesterday and I needed to sleep." I responded quickly. I was not in the mood to get yelled at by Uncle Vernon just because Dudley didn't like him mum's breakfast.
"No, no, I'm not mad," he paused again and thought, "I didn't want the waffles, so I sat there sulking. Dad wasn't made to eat any, but instead sat there with his empty plate, and read the paper. Well… suddenly, there were 5 waffles on his plate."
"Look, Dudley. It's not my fault that your spoiled and you moved your waffles to his plate. You deserved whatever scolding you got."
"No, see Harry, I didn't touch them. I just thought about it real hard."
"What do you mean?"
"I think… I think it was magic," he whispered.