Witch 2 Muggle - Prologue

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It was a summer midnight inside one of the scariest places in the world. If a visitor had passed by the graveyard then, he wouldn't have suspected anything. No one was meddling around inside the graveyard; no one was making the dead turn over in their sleep…

There was indeed someone. Even though no one had saw them, an old man was meddling inside the grave, doing who knows what. He was on his knees and crying onto the lap of someone…a figure…in a chair. The reason why he wasn't seen by anyone was because he was protected by a very strong spell, one that would enable him and the chair to be invisible to the human eye.

The old man, whose name was Peter Pettigrew, held up both hands, on which one was missing a finger.

"Please, Master," he begged, looking at the figure in the chair. He lowered his hands and kissed the robes before him, not daring to look into the red glare of the man sitting before him. "Forgive your servant and let him live…"

The silence that was given in return was like poison for Pettigrew, he threw his head in the night air and wailed like a wolf.

"Silence!" The figure in the chair finally spoke, and Pettigrew stuffed all he had to say back inside his throat. He shivered with cold and fright, and hurriedly dropped the dirty robes that he had been holding. His body shook furiously as he whispered, "Yes Master."

His jaws were suddenly stuck together and he dropped to the ground, struggling to reopen his jaws, but failing.

"Silence!" The figure repeated, and he lowered his wand with a satisfied grin. "When I ask you to be silent, Wormtail, I expect that you obey me. Of course, from a useless fool like you, I wouldn't be so sure." He looked at the old man in a way that cats looked at mice before they attacked.

"The Dark Lord has no reason to give you another chance, Wormtail. Ever since I drank the blood of Harry Potter, you have been nothing but a nuisance to me and my followers. Not mentioning what little help you offered me while I was in need, of course."

"My Death Eaters have returned to me, so now I am the strongest sorcerer in the world, thanks to Harry Potter's little drop of blood. I am stronger than that Muggle loving old fool, Albus Dumbledore, it's strange that he can still sit and teach, at his ancient age, actually, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd just drop dead in one of his dull speeches. I am invincible now; I can kill anyone and everyone, including the Potter boy. Do you think I still have any use for you, Wormtail?" He lowered his satisfied face to look at the pathetic old man, lying in pain at his feet.

"Speak Wormtail, while you have the chance." He couldn't help but laugh evilly at the helpless look on his servant's tormented face. He raised his wand and undid the Jaw Locking spell that he had cast.

"No, Master." He whimpered, in a mutedly sort of way. His eyes, outlined with wrinkles, were wide with terror as he saw the change on Voldemort's face.

The figure in the chair's name was Voldemort, but that was a borrowed name. His real name was Tom Riddle, and he had a face of a snake. With slits for eyes and slits for nostrils, he made people drop dead with just a glare.

He was the most feared dark wizard in the wizard world. About 20 years ago, he had started killing wizards and destroying homes. Soon, most of the wizards left alive were Death Eaters, a name he called all of his followers. His name was to be replaced in the wizard language by You-Know-Who, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He was still a fear in most of the wizard families.

A long, nearly snake-like tongue swished in and out of his mouth. Voldemort was a Slytherin…and he could talk to snakes. Like Slytherin himself, he hated Mudbloods (wizards and witches who came from Muggle families), and even the people who came from half wizard half Muggle families. He himself was a half…his father, his useless father, his father who had abandoned him, was a Muggle. He didn't have a single drop of magical blood in him, and he abandoned Tom and his mother when Tom was only a boy. His mother died soon after, and Tom was left in an orphanage.

Voldemort's eyes now shot poison. "You dare say no to the Dark Lord?" In his anger, he took his wand and in a blink, Wormtail was floating in the air. And suddenly, there was a crack as the spell broke and Wormtail landed on the ground, his arm suddenly twisted in a disgusting way.

"No no, my lord," Wormtail wailed painfully. "This useless servant only meant that I am no longer any use to the Dark Lord, sir, since the Dark Lord has gotten all his Death Eaters back, sir."

Voldemort smiled, showing his fang-like teeth. "You know, Wormtail, that's the best sentence I ever heard, coming from you, of courssse. You have not helped me in the least bit when I was planning to capture Harry Potter. It was my worthiest Death Eater, that craft Barty Crouch." He sighed, and one could almost detect sadness in his voice. Of course, Voldemort was never sad…he was barely disappointed that he didn't get more service from Crouch.

"Of course," he continued, his red eyes narrowing at Wormtail's shaking figure. "You shall get your reward, Wormtail. Even though I already rewarded you, you shall have your reward again for nursing me to a weak health last summer." He stroked the arm of the chair, and one could hear him hiss violently under his breath.

That was when Wormtail saw it. It was a big green snake, crawling its way quietly to join its master. He backed away in self-defense, and as he retreated in fear, his teeth bit into his lower lip. He tasted blood.

"Ahh…"Voldemort smiled evilly and started patting the snake, who was circling around the chair, his tongue flashing out once in a while. From the look he had Wormtail could almost understand the snake's feelings. 'I'm beside Master and you're not' was clearly what the snake said.

Voldemort brought the snake's head to his ears and started to hiss again. "Nagina has agreed that she shall give you your reward, Wormtail." He lowered the snake and his eyes darted to the old man, who was crawling against a tombstone. "Come here."

Wormtail didn't seem eager for his reward. He was still shaking and squatted against the tombstone.

Voldemort grew impatient. "Accio," he said cruelly, as he raised his wand. Wormtail came flying forward and landed at his feet. He smirked as he watched his servant gasp in pain…his broken arm was broken twice.

Wormtail tried not to cry. Voldemort hated criers.

"Do not wear my patience, fool. I am very impatient." Voldemort continued, and he took the green snake's head in his hands, opening the mouth to reveal two long, venomous fangs.

"Your arm, Wormtail." He ordered, and the old man struggled to extend his crooked arm, closing his eyes and anticipating the worst.

Voldemort inserted the fangs into his arm, and Wormtail yelled in pain and torture. "Shut up, fool." Voldemort muttered a few words.

In a minute, Wormtail's arm was no longer crooked. He looked up at his master in joy. And before he could thank his master, a finger popped up and replaced the finger he had lost fifteen years ago, when he had that encounter with one of his old friends, Sirius Black.

He took Voldemort's robes in his arms and kissed the joyfully. "Thank you master, thank you." "Silence!" Voldemort yelled, and Wormtail's mouth closed obediently. One could see the fear in his tiny, beady eyes.

"I am no longer your master," Voldemort said, and took his wand. He muttered some inaudible words.

Wormtail could feel his arm burning. He lifted his right sleeve, and saw that his Death Mark was turning black. He clenched his teeth.

"I shall give you a chance to live out your miserable old life. Consider me in a good mood. You can go crawling back to your old friends, Sirius and Remus, if you want. I'll leave you to their pity, but if you reveal any of my secrets-"

His face spread into a smile. "No, I have a better idea." His wand was in his hands.

Wormtail knew what he was going to do.

Voldemort was going to cast a Memory Charm on him…

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If you didn't watch the Harry Potter movie yet, I suggest you do. It is awesome!!!They really made Snape u-g-l-y! Oliver Wood is also played by Hayden Christensen. Please stay tuned for the next chapter, and while you're waiting, please review!



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