AN: MAJOR NOTE!: Chapter 7 takes place two years later. Please review!
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A large, black owl flew in through my window. It landed on my desk, staring at me with its red eyes. I called its name; it flew over to my bed, dropping a letter in my outstretched hand. I quickly opened it, my hands shaking with excitement.
The Triwizard Tournament is to be held at Hogwarts this year. This is our chance! We must act soon! I'm still searching for him. I know I'm getting closer. Go to the Quidditch World Cup. There's a ticket in the envelope. Crouch'll be in the top box with his elf. Stay with him. He's got a letter in his right pocket for you.
P.P.
P.S. How much are you feeding the wolf? Just give him one meal a day…what he deserves.
I grinned. Finally! All of our hard work had finally paid off. It's a shame I didn't stay at Hogwarts. I would have been great help. I would have been honored above all the others. But I couldn't stay there. Not with Dumbledore and Uncle…I can't stand them!
It's a wonder how weak I was. Not even able to kill Peeves! If any of the others knew two years ago I couldn't even kill a poltergeist, I'd probably be tortured or something.
I quickly wrote a note back to Peter.
I'll be there. How is Crouch able to come? Well, it's all for the better. I could throw the elf out of the box, to keep her out of the way. Finally, our lord will rise again. But how? You'd better have a good plan this time. I don't even think I should give the wolf one meal. He deserves to die…to suffer. But we must keep him alive. The lord would want to question him.
Y.S.
I rolled up the letter and tied it to the owl's leg. "Peter Pettigrew." I said. "And hurry." The owl took off as quickly as it had come. Once it was out of sight, I hid my letter in a desk drawer and went downstairs.
In my living room, there was a trapdoor under the couch. I kicked the couch aside and went down the ladder in the trapdoor. It was my homemade dungeon, so to speak. It was cold and dark. Half of the room was a prison. It looked sort of like Azkaban. I had to stay there for three weeks for trying to kill that damn poltergeist. It was awful. The only thing Azkaban had that my dungeon did not was a dementor.
My prisoner sat, huddled against the wall. He was shivering in the torn robes he wore. His hair had grown almost down to his ears and was quite messy. He had cuts and bruises all over his frail body. Many were still bleeding. Last night was a full moon.
"Werewolf. Get up." I said sharply. He slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes expressing his pain. His lip was bleeding freely. He often would hurt himself when he transformed. He would try and escape. But the bars were heavily under the influences of strong unbreakable charms.
"You hungry?" His eyes widened, but he said nothing. "Answer me." Still nothing. "Answer me! Crucio!" I laughed as he screamed with pain. I have felt the pain he was feeling a number of times. I enjoyed giving it to him. Once the curse wore off, he looked back at me, trembling.
"Hungry?" I asked again. He would always obey after he was tortured. "Y- yes…" He muttered in a tiny voice, still shaking. "That's better." I said. "I've orders to reduce the amount of food you get again. Personally, I love to watch you suffer. I believe you deserve it all. But I need to keep you alive for Voldemort." Reluctantly, I slid a piece of hard bread through one of the bars.
"It's your only meal today." I said. "Don't waste it." I turned and left. Why did the others have to leave me with the job of guarding Remus Lupin? It is hard to fight the incredible urge I have to kill him.
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The night before the Quidditch World Cup, there was a full moon. I contented myself in watching the Werewolf injure himself even further. I did throw in the cruciatus curse a few times, but he was already in too much pain to notice. Elephant, my grey cat, sat down beside me, watching what her owner could do. But that stupid animal would always stay with the wolf after the full moon or a torture session.
But still, I find that no matter how hard I try, I can't bring myself to killing my cat, even though he is nothing more than a nuisance. He reminds me of the only friend I had. He reminds me of Maurice. But now I don't need a cat as a friend. There are others, just like me, who were my friends. We all shared the same hope, the same dream.
We all hoped to resurrect and serve Lord Voldemort.
***
That morning, I woke up early to get ready for the Quidditch World Cup. I changed into robes of pure silver, braiding my hair into tiny little braids using a charm I created. I didn't want to attract attention, but who wouldn't with a nose like mine? Black might be too suspicious. I hid my wand in my right boot and dissapparated with a *pop*.
In a few short seconds, I re-appeared outside the large golden arena. My apparating wasn't perfect yet, so I had to walk half a mile to get there. But so did many other witches and wizards. I pulled out my ticket and showed it to the usher. "Good seat, eh?" I barely nodded. Crouch was here? It wasn't possible. If Peter's lying I'll kill him!
I climbed the steps up to the top box and arrived at my destination shortly after. It was nearly full. There was Lucious Malfoy and his family (he nodded when he saw I had entered), Cornelius Fudge (I tried to avoid his gaze), some other witches and wizards, the Weasleys, some boy and girl, and the elf. Where that elf was, Crouch was close by.
I took a seat next to the seat the elf was guarding. With her head in her hands, she wouldn't notice if Yelena spoke to him.
"Crouch?" I whispered. There was no reply. "Barty…Barty Crouch?" There was still no reply. He was probably still under the imperius curse. I stuck my hand out, which came in contact with what felt like a shoulder. "Thank god you're here. You ok?" I found it silly, conversing with someone under the imperius curse.
"Let me find that letter." I said. Making sure no one saw, I slipped my hand under the invisibility cloak and felt around for the pocket. After finding it, I pulled out the letter. Slowly, I opened it.
P.P. will resurrect the Dark Lord. It will be at his father's cemetery. Be prepared to apparate at his side when you feel the mark…he will capture Harry Potter at the end of the third task.
Harry Potter? He was friends with that klutz I stood up for while Uncle punished him. What was Voldemort planning to do with Harry Potter? Whatever it is, it will hopefully bring him back to power. I watched the match in silence, not even cheering or applauding. I had an idea!
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A/N: Ha ha! Told you this next chapter will be better…sorry if you're mad about Yelena's fate…but she won't be a death eater all her life, I can tell you that…ok…nuff said.
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A large, black owl flew in through my window. It landed on my desk, staring at me with its red eyes. I called its name; it flew over to my bed, dropping a letter in my outstretched hand. I quickly opened it, my hands shaking with excitement.
The Triwizard Tournament is to be held at Hogwarts this year. This is our chance! We must act soon! I'm still searching for him. I know I'm getting closer. Go to the Quidditch World Cup. There's a ticket in the envelope. Crouch'll be in the top box with his elf. Stay with him. He's got a letter in his right pocket for you.
P.P.
P.S. How much are you feeding the wolf? Just give him one meal a day…what he deserves.
I grinned. Finally! All of our hard work had finally paid off. It's a shame I didn't stay at Hogwarts. I would have been great help. I would have been honored above all the others. But I couldn't stay there. Not with Dumbledore and Uncle…I can't stand them!
It's a wonder how weak I was. Not even able to kill Peeves! If any of the others knew two years ago I couldn't even kill a poltergeist, I'd probably be tortured or something.
I quickly wrote a note back to Peter.
I'll be there. How is Crouch able to come? Well, it's all for the better. I could throw the elf out of the box, to keep her out of the way. Finally, our lord will rise again. But how? You'd better have a good plan this time. I don't even think I should give the wolf one meal. He deserves to die…to suffer. But we must keep him alive. The lord would want to question him.
Y.S.
I rolled up the letter and tied it to the owl's leg. "Peter Pettigrew." I said. "And hurry." The owl took off as quickly as it had come. Once it was out of sight, I hid my letter in a desk drawer and went downstairs.
In my living room, there was a trapdoor under the couch. I kicked the couch aside and went down the ladder in the trapdoor. It was my homemade dungeon, so to speak. It was cold and dark. Half of the room was a prison. It looked sort of like Azkaban. I had to stay there for three weeks for trying to kill that damn poltergeist. It was awful. The only thing Azkaban had that my dungeon did not was a dementor.
My prisoner sat, huddled against the wall. He was shivering in the torn robes he wore. His hair had grown almost down to his ears and was quite messy. He had cuts and bruises all over his frail body. Many were still bleeding. Last night was a full moon.
"Werewolf. Get up." I said sharply. He slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes expressing his pain. His lip was bleeding freely. He often would hurt himself when he transformed. He would try and escape. But the bars were heavily under the influences of strong unbreakable charms.
"You hungry?" His eyes widened, but he said nothing. "Answer me." Still nothing. "Answer me! Crucio!" I laughed as he screamed with pain. I have felt the pain he was feeling a number of times. I enjoyed giving it to him. Once the curse wore off, he looked back at me, trembling.
"Hungry?" I asked again. He would always obey after he was tortured. "Y- yes…" He muttered in a tiny voice, still shaking. "That's better." I said. "I've orders to reduce the amount of food you get again. Personally, I love to watch you suffer. I believe you deserve it all. But I need to keep you alive for Voldemort." Reluctantly, I slid a piece of hard bread through one of the bars.
"It's your only meal today." I said. "Don't waste it." I turned and left. Why did the others have to leave me with the job of guarding Remus Lupin? It is hard to fight the incredible urge I have to kill him.
***
The night before the Quidditch World Cup, there was a full moon. I contented myself in watching the Werewolf injure himself even further. I did throw in the cruciatus curse a few times, but he was already in too much pain to notice. Elephant, my grey cat, sat down beside me, watching what her owner could do. But that stupid animal would always stay with the wolf after the full moon or a torture session.
But still, I find that no matter how hard I try, I can't bring myself to killing my cat, even though he is nothing more than a nuisance. He reminds me of the only friend I had. He reminds me of Maurice. But now I don't need a cat as a friend. There are others, just like me, who were my friends. We all shared the same hope, the same dream.
We all hoped to resurrect and serve Lord Voldemort.
***
That morning, I woke up early to get ready for the Quidditch World Cup. I changed into robes of pure silver, braiding my hair into tiny little braids using a charm I created. I didn't want to attract attention, but who wouldn't with a nose like mine? Black might be too suspicious. I hid my wand in my right boot and dissapparated with a *pop*.
In a few short seconds, I re-appeared outside the large golden arena. My apparating wasn't perfect yet, so I had to walk half a mile to get there. But so did many other witches and wizards. I pulled out my ticket and showed it to the usher. "Good seat, eh?" I barely nodded. Crouch was here? It wasn't possible. If Peter's lying I'll kill him!
I climbed the steps up to the top box and arrived at my destination shortly after. It was nearly full. There was Lucious Malfoy and his family (he nodded when he saw I had entered), Cornelius Fudge (I tried to avoid his gaze), some other witches and wizards, the Weasleys, some boy and girl, and the elf. Where that elf was, Crouch was close by.
I took a seat next to the seat the elf was guarding. With her head in her hands, she wouldn't notice if Yelena spoke to him.
"Crouch?" I whispered. There was no reply. "Barty…Barty Crouch?" There was still no reply. He was probably still under the imperius curse. I stuck my hand out, which came in contact with what felt like a shoulder. "Thank god you're here. You ok?" I found it silly, conversing with someone under the imperius curse.
"Let me find that letter." I said. Making sure no one saw, I slipped my hand under the invisibility cloak and felt around for the pocket. After finding it, I pulled out the letter. Slowly, I opened it.
P.P. will resurrect the Dark Lord. It will be at his father's cemetery. Be prepared to apparate at his side when you feel the mark…he will capture Harry Potter at the end of the third task.
Harry Potter? He was friends with that klutz I stood up for while Uncle punished him. What was Voldemort planning to do with Harry Potter? Whatever it is, it will hopefully bring him back to power. I watched the match in silence, not even cheering or applauding. I had an idea!
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A/N: Ha ha! Told you this next chapter will be better…sorry if you're mad about Yelena's fate…but she won't be a death eater all her life, I can tell you that…ok…nuff said.
