Author: Geppe (long time no see ^.~)
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Well, Wormtail/Voldie.
Part: 1/1? (if you want I'll continue it ^_^)
Warnings: The lightest kind of slash you can ever imagine! and some mild language.
Notes: Blame Giggles! She managed to make me think of one of the oddest couples. And the story's seperated into each section of Wormtail's thoughts
Spoilers: GoF, I think...
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Finally, I thought wearily, sitting down on a comfortable
old chair.
Finally Voldemort had fallen to sleep.
Unfortunately, in my arms.
I hate seeing him like this. The most powerful wizard
the world has ever seen, reduced to the body of an infant; barely clinging
on to life.
It almost made me pity him. Almost. But it's just
so hard to hate him when he's like this.
So...helpless. Yes, Voldemort, helpless. Really
never thought I would live to see the day that happened.
Uh-oh, he's starting to stir again.
No? Just a shiver.
I wrap the heavy blanket tighter around him. No
matter what I do, he still seems to be so cold; inside and out.
Oh dear, he's a awake for real now, looking up at
me with half open weary eyes.
I put him next to me on the, rather large, chair.
He hates it when I hold him; I guess it makes him feel more fragile and
weak than he already is.
I watch as his small hands pull the blanket around
him, shivering.
His expression's troubled, he's thinking.
Suddenly he looks up at me, with those ruby red
eyes and the cat like pupils, and speaks.
"Thank you, Wormta-," he paused. "I mean, thank
you , Peter."
He must have seen the my face because he smiled.
"Ah...uh...for what, sir." I ask, almost fearfully.
I have learned many times before that some thank you's aren't always good.
His smile widened a little.
"For coming back for me. For taking care of me like
this." he whispered sadly. Ruby eyes no longer meeting mine.
It was my turn to smile, "I'm sorry I waited so
long to find you, sir."
He crawled over to me and jumped into my lap. Huddling
against my shirt.
"Is it just me, or is it damn near freezing in here?"
he said between clenched teeth and violent shivers.
I picked up my wand and aimed it at the fire, muttering
a heat spell.
"That's the best I can do, Master."
He nodded and clung to me desperately for body heat.
Right then and there I felt something for him.
A kind of protectiveness. That some how, I must
watch over him. Even when his new body it born. I will be there.
I put both of my arms around him in an attempt to
cease the shivers.
He relaxes as the cold seems to subside and gradually
drifts off to sleep again.
I sigh, it's going to be a long night.
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"Damn..." I muttered groggily as a beam of morning
sunshine shines right in my face through a boarded up window.
I stand up and stretch, yawning widely.
All of a sudden I noticed something was missing.
Voldemort.
"Shit!" I muttered irritably, wildly scanning the
room with my eyes.
I heard something from the kitchen.
Please don't let him be hurt! I beg.
Practically falling down a flight of stairs, I race
into the kitchen.
Only to find Voldemort, with the blanket wrapped
around him, using the pet snake of his as a step ladder to get to the cookie
jar.
He looked at be with the biggest, most innocent
eyes you've ever seen. He gave me a grin.
"Cookie, Wormtail?"
I walked over and took the cookie from him, "Thank
you."
He grabbed another for himself and hopped
up on the counter where I was leaning.
I smiled watching him devour the chocolate chip
delight. He had a horrible sweet tooth.
Here we go, I thought, waiting for it.
"Milk please?" he asked simple, eyes going big and
innocent again.
I poured him a cup. Reminds me of that old muggle
saying.
"How does it go?" I ask more to myself.
"What?" he asks confused.
"That saying about mice and cookies."
Voldemort looked at me blankly before bursting into
a fit of giggles.
"Give a mouse a cookie, and he'll want a glass
of milk."
"Yeah, that's it."
"What made you think of that?"
I just shrug.
He shakes his head, "You worry me, Wormtail."
I smirked.
Not as much as you worry me, I thought, before
mentally scolding myself.
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"Master, are you feeling all right?" I ask him.
He turns and looks at me funny, one small hand clutching
the side of his head.
"I just have a head ache that's all. You know the
'Master' thing gets old after a while." he said grumpily.
I blinked.
"Then what should I call you, sir?"
"Tom," he said simply closing his beautiful eyes
and rubbed his temples.
Beautiful Eyes?! I thought, What in Gods
name am I thinking? I'm his servant, a humble minion, nothing more.
Your his protector...said a part of me.
Voldemort, Tom, went over to the old comfortable chair
and flopped down for a nap.
No, he can take care of himself...I hope.
But you'll be there for him if he needs you...said
that mush part of me again.
Yes, if he ever needs me...
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Swearing loudly, I continued searched the house.
I couldn't find Tom again.
The kitchen?
No, the cookie jar was untouched.
The living room?
No.
The bedrooms?
No!
I saw a small mouse scurry by quickly.
Quickly I transfigured myself into a rat.
Catching up with the mouse, I interrogated him.
"What do you want?" asked the frighten mouse.
"Where is he?"
"Who?" said the mouse, so scared he nearly soiled
himself.
"Voldemort!" I roared. Who else? Dumb mouse.
"Oh. That black scaly thing, with the red eyes."
he said making a face.
I glared harshly at the rodent.
"Uh...he's in the attic."
With a 'POP' I was back to human state.
I had never ventured into the attic before, not
having to keen a liking to dark, damp, dusty place.
I walked pulled the string attacked to the door
in the ceiling of the old guest room on the second floor.
The old stairway folded out and reluctantly I climbed
it.
The attic was a warm, and extremely, dusty space,
with a height of five feet.
I just barley squeezed in.
I looked around.
For an attic it was pretty big.
Where to start looking?
I searched behind the dress dummies, the trunks,
the old rotten toys.
Just when I was about to give up, I saw him by the
small sunlit window; curled up in the blanket, with a photo album on his
lap.
Looking at a page then slowly turning it.
Cautiously, I walked over to him.
"Tom?"
He looked up and motioned for me to come sit next
to him.
"This was my mother," he said, pulling out a medium
sized black and white photo.
I smiled, "She's beautiful."
He nodded.
"And this," he said with a bit of an edge in his
voice. "This is my father." he said yanking the photo out of it's place
non to gently.
I nodded, but made no comment to this picture.
The man had neatly slicked back hair and dark, hard
eyes.
Of course I'd heard the rumors; what Death Eater
hasn't?
As it goes, Voldemort's mother had fallen in love
with a muggle man. She discovered out she was expecting and decided to
tell him that she was a witch.
When he found out that she wasn't "normal" he left
her to have the baby alone.
Now here's the rumors get fuzzy, no one is sure
if his mother died of birth complications, or a broken heart. In my opinion,
it was probably a little bit of both.
Either way, it's something I would never ask him...
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By this time, Voldemort and I had spent a little
over four months in the Riddle house.
His strength seems to be returning, though slowly.
It still amazes me.
His body is that of a newborn child, but his power;
it still stuns me.
Yesterday, he picked me up! He's under two feet
high and he just lifted me up like I was nothing more than a feather.
I smile, his strength is just as phenomenal as his
wizarding powers.
I pray for the Death Eaters who denied him in his
time of need.
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"Wormtail...!"
Gaaaahhhhh!
Did I forget to mention he has the power to read
minds, get inside of people's heads.
And he had loads of fun prying into mine.
"Something wrong?" he asked sweetly.
I glared at him and thought back.
"You get a kick out of this, don't you?"
He smiled.
"Damn skippy I do! It's fun prying around your
head, totally unguarded..."
I glared harder at him, until his voice subsided.
Before I wouldn't mind treatment like this.
But now, you see, that protectiveness over him I
have is starting to develope into something.
What, I don't know. But it scares me, and I just
can't let him find out about this... feeling I have for him.
God knows what he might do...
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Well, after all this time, Voldemort finally has
his body back.
And what a lovely body it is...
And the thoughts haven't stopped. If anything
they've gotten worse.
Ironicly, as useless as I am to him now, he still
keeps me around. Maybe he thinks he owes me; or maybe (*Snicker*) he's
just being nice.
Either way, I don't mind.
I just wish that someday, I could tell him how I
feel about him.
But until that day comes, I'll continue watching
over him.
Because, hey, every one needs someone, right?
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