"WORMTAIL!!"
Having finally come up with a master plan, the Dark Lord was impatient to get
it started.
"Y-yes
master?" A timid Wormtail answered, afraid for what his master would have in store
for him now, and if he could do it without any mistakes this time or not.
"Did you
get that Floo powder from Diagon Alley like I asked you to?"
"Y-yes
master, I m-mean n-n-no master I…"
"WHAT DO
YOU MEAN BY NO WORMTAIL!!!!" Enraged at the possibility that he might have to
wait another day, Voldemort's temper was getting the better of him. Of course he often didn't bother to contain
it, it was good to give Wormtail a little scare here and there to get him to
obey orders. Voldemort got his wand out
and was preparing to conduct the Crucio curse when a bag of Floo Powder was
thrust under his nose. "Wait a minute
Wormtail, you just said that you didn't get this Floo Powder for me, if that is
so, how did it get here, EXPLAIN WORMTAIL!"
"Y-y-y-y-yes
m-m-master"
"AND STOP
STUTTERING, THAT IS GETTING VERY ANNOYING!!!!"
"Y-yes
master. You see master, I-I'm not
supposed to b-be seen in p-p-public because I am s-supposed t-to be
d-dead. So, I h-had one of your m-many
supporters r-r-run into o-one of the s-s-shops and grab a bag of F-F-Floo
P-Powder." Nervous now that he thought that he had done something terribly
wrong, Wormtail was beginning to cower in his dark corner, trying to get away
from that evil glare that Voldemort had trained on him.
"Very good
Wormtail, Very good. Actually I would
say ingenious of you if I didn't know you weren't capable of that
Wormtail. Yes, I shall come up with
your reward later. Now to contact that
Lucius Malfoy, we do need to get the Dursley's on that Floo chimney route
thing…"
Glad that
for once, he had done something of his master's bidding to almost perfection,
Wormtail permitted Lord Voldemort to use his mark, without complaint, to help
contact Malfoy, the contact in the Ministry.
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"HARRY!!
Wake up NOW!! We are getting HUNGRY!!!" This time it was Petunia's shrill voice commanding him. Harry do this, Harry do that, when will
it ever end! Harry thought this as he threw on some jeans, a shirt and
glanced in the mirror to see if he looked semi acceptable. His black hair was a mess, as usual. His lightning shaped scar was still as
visible as ever, no surprise there, he wasn't expecting it to suddenly go away
overnight. This scare was the only
thing that he had to remember that horrible night that Voldemort killed his
parents. When he rebounded Voldemort's
curse, he was left with only a scar, while Voldemort was something no longer
quite human. He was kinda tall and
skinny, like that was going to change overnight as well, but it did seem like
he had grown yet a few more inches overnight.
He then
went into the kitchen, and proceeded to grill tons of bacon so that he would
keep Dudley and Vernon happy, and took out a watermelon and sliced that up, for
Petunia and Dudley. Although The
Dursley's had abandoned all hope of Dudley losing a few pounds on the diet that
they had him on the summer before, he didn't lose any despite the fact that
they were nearly staving him, they still proceeded to feed him well-balanced,
nutritious meals!
After they
were fed and happy and Vernon had gone to work, Petunia out shopping and Dudley
asleep in one of his many naps, Harry had about an hour to himself. This he used most efficiently for his aunt
and uncle hadn't locked up his trunks again this year, the fear of Harry's murdering
Godfather was still lurking in their heads. For the first half hour he did his homework like a responsible child,
then, today sent letters off to his friends because he was extremely bored and
lonely. Hedwig was glad to be put to
work again after such a long rest.
After that
restful hour, Harry was put to work again. He was totally oblivious to the mischievous planning of his most hated
enemy, who was at that moment perfecting the plan to kill him.
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