"WORMTAIL!!!" Voldemort was finally ready to put his plan into action.
"Y-yes master?" Wormtail was a nervous wreck. He wasn't entirely sure of his master's plan to bring him along; surely there were more suitable wizards.
"Wormtail, my faithful servant, the time is right to put the plan into action. Do you understand Wormtail?"
"Y-yes m-master, I'll get the F-F-Floo P-P-P-Powder."
"Very good, oh and Wormtail?"
"Y-yes master?"
"No stuttering once we get to the Dursley's. We are important you know!"
"Yes m-master."
"Now Wormtail, where is that Floo Powder, it is time that we were going!!!"
"H-here m-m-master" Wormtail then handed the Floo Powder to his master.
"Okay, now Wormtail, feed a bit to the fire, climb in and shout 'The Dursley's', got it?"
"Y-yes master." Wormtail took some Floo Powder, threw it on the fire, stepped in and was gone with an echo of 'Dursley's'.
Sure now that they were successful on getting the Dursley's house onto the Floo network, Voldemort proceeded to use the Floo Powder to get himself there also.
When Voldemort reached the safety of the Dursley's fireplace, he found his servant, Wormtail still inside of it.
"WORMTAIL!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING STILL HERE!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET OUT!!!"
"Y-yes Master, b-b-but m-master, t-t-t-t-there is s-s-something b-blocking the w-w-way out."
Voldemort took time to examine what was blocking their way out, and found out that it was only wood, nailed across the front of the fireplace! "WORMTAIL!!! YOU IDIOT!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST BLAST IT OUT OF THE WAY??? DO YOU HAVE A BRAIN WORMTAIL?"
"S-s-s-sorry m-m-master, please f-f-f-f-f-forgive me!"
"JUST DON'T MESS UP AGAIN WORMTAIL!!!!" Satisfied that his servant was now thoroughly scared and visibly shaking, Voldemort proceeded to blast the wood covering the fireplace out of the way.
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Harry arrived in the living room just in time to hear a small thump coming from the direction of the fireplace. Wormtail and Voldemort were using the Floo Powder system. Harry knew that the Dursley's place had been taken off of the Floo Powder system and paused briefly to wonder how their dinner guests were using it. His thoughts were interrupted by shouts coming from the direction of the fireplace.
"WORMTAIL!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING STILL HERE!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET OUT!!!"
These shouts brought the Dursley's out to the living room to inspect what was going on. "Harry, you're not to use magic correct?" Vernon was extremely worried. The last people to arrive through the chimney were the Weasley's, a family that was easily recognized by their bright red hair and freckles. That visit had ended in disaster when one of the twins, who are always up to something whether it be good or bad, mostly bad, one of the twins dropped a candy on the floor near Dudley. Now Dudley is Harry's cousin and he also loves food. That year, Dudley had been on a diet. He couldn't have any junk food at all, so when a candy feel on the floor right in front of him, Dudley didn't hesitate when he picked it up and put it in his mouth. Almost at once, his tongue, which had turned purple, started growing. Mr. Weasley offered to fix it, but it took awhile for him to convince Vernon and Petunia that he was trying to make Dudley better, not worse. Nevertheless, the Dursley's didn't quite trust chimney entrances; they hated anything to do with magic, especially Harry.
"WORMTAIL!!! YOU IDIOT!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST BLAST IT OUT OF THE WAY??? DO YOU HAVE A BRAIN WORMTAIL?"
Another shout protruded from the fireplace. Now Harry was certain that it was Voldemort inside of that fireplace. Harry only had moments to live. Any moment now they would blast the wood out of the fireplace. Then there would be trouble. I hope that Hermione and Ron will remember me, Harry thought as he prepared himself to meet his doom.
"JUST DON'T MESS UP AGAIN WORMTAIL!!!!"
With these words still echoing in the room, the boards covering the fireplace were blasted out of the way. There, in the soot, stood Wormtail and Voldemort. Wormtail was visibly shaking, probably terrified. He had soot all over him and was overall, a mess. Voldemort on the other hand had managed not to get a speck of dirt on him. He still managed to look proud and dignified even in the fireplace, which at once gave him a good impression on the Dursley's. Vernon was beginning to think that maybe these wizards weren't so bad after all, especially if they all looked like that one. Leave it to Vernon to think that a bad wizard wasn't actually all that bad when the good ones were crazy.
After a few moments, Voldemort finally ventured out of the fireplace, into the room. He calmly looked around, glancing into each corner as if hunting for a trap. When he was sure that there was nothing for him to fear, he turned to Vernon. "Good evening Mr. Dursley, I am Tom Riddle and this is my assistant Peter Pettigrew," Voldemort said this last part with a simple gesture behind him. Wormtail hadn't made his own way out of the fireplace yet. He was still there, crouching and waiting. Once more, Voldemort glanced around the room.
"Good evening Mr. Riddle, and to you Mr. Pettigrew, so glad that you could come. I would like you to meet my wife, Petunia and my son, Dudley"
"Pleasure to meet you," Voldemort was obviously working to get on the good side of the Dursley's. Harry was wondering now when he would finally notice him and once he did, would he kill him right away or wait until after dinner. All these thoughts, plus many more, were making him dizzy. He also didn't doubt the fact that Vernon knew that Harry was afraid of this wizard.
Finally, impatience obviously getting the better of him, Voldemort asked, "Where's the boy, Harry?"
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Thank you all for reading this! And thank you for the offer of being a beta-reader, but my sister already does that job for me =). Don't worry, there is more to come and sorry about the cliffhanger. Thanks for the reviews!