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Chapter 2 Pettigrew drew himself up straight and tore himself away from the windowsill of the sleeping boy who was his Master's enemy. He looked so harmless asleep, Pettigrew thought. But that wasn't what Voldemort thought and as Peter had vowed with his life to serve the Dark Lord, that would mean doing his bidding. He crept silently away and back down through the sewers, the secret passageway to his master's lair. Even though he knew where he was going, Peter was still apprehensive. He felt a cold sweat as he reached the hidden mansion in the graveyard where Voldemort had resurfaced only last month. He knocked on the oaken door and waited with baited breath. Lucius Malfoy opened the door and looked gruffly down at Wormtail. "What took you? Useless piece of filth." He ignored this comment and continued up the stairs to where his Master was waiting. He pushed open the door and there, just as he knew he would be, Voldemort was sitting, quite content. "Ah, Wormtail," he hissed. Voldemort's red slit-like eyes glinted maliciously as he entered. "I did what you asked of me My Lord," said Wormtail anxiously, eager to please. Voldemort looked down at him, like a cat that plays with its toys. "Good, good. Tell me.did you find anything of interest?" Wormtail stood up straight, puffing his chest out. "I concluded, My Lord, that the spell that surrounds the house is the Youthugus Spell." "Ah," said Voldemort in a tone that was neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. "If I remember correctly from the days when I was at full power, the Youthugus Spell was cast by an authority figure over a vulnerable child to ensure its' safety in the house of relatives. Am I right, Lucius?" Malfoy stepped forward from the shadows. "Yes, My Lord. You are correct as ever." "Hmm," Voldemort sighed. "Problems, problems." Wormtail stepped forwards curiously. "What problems, Master?" There was an impatient 'tuh' from Malfoy. "Patience, Lucius," Voldemort said in a dangerously soft voice. "The problem, Wormtail, is that this would be the perfect time to attack Harry Potter. Back at Hogwarts he is better protected that I think even he knows. Dumbledore is a very clever wizard, I must say." "Why is that, Master?" asked Wormtail. "He knows that the Youthugus spell can only be broken by a living relative, and they of course are Muggles." "Oh I see My Lord. So now what will you do?" Voldemort hadn't really considered this question; instead he had an idea boiling around in his head. As the plan grew, his face contorted into a wicked smile, unnerving even Lucius Malfoy.
Harry was very relieved when he got an owl from Ron the next day to arrange to come and pick him up from the Dursleys. He thought that they were beginning to get suspicious about the way he had been acting lately and leaving seemed like the best plan. Ron arrived the next day along with all the Weasleys minus Bill and Charlie. Ron got out of the car and started towards him but before he said anything, a very strange thing happened. Vernon Dursley came out behind Harry and beckoned to Arthur Weasley, sitting at the wheel of the car. Mr Weasley got out, confused. He had tried to be friendly many times to Uncle Vernon but this kindness had never been repaid. Since then, Mr Weasley had given up but now walked over curiously. Uncle Vernon leaned in, whispering. "Er, just to let you know, he's been acting very strange lately," he said, signalling to Harry who was talking to Fred, George and Ron. "Well." Mr Weasely tried to explain without the truth but Mr Dursley cut him off. "So if he does anything.unnatural, it's nothing to do with us, okay? Just you tell that Godfather of his." and with that, he went back into the house to Aunt Petunia at the twitching curtains. Mr Weasely hadn't understood the part about Harry's Godfather but just assumed that it was something Harry had said to stop his Uncle asking questions. He got back in the car and started the ignition. "All right there, Harry?" he asked uncertainly. "Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said dully. Once the car was in motion, Ron spoke quietly so no one else would hear. "So, really. Are you all right? Nothing.happened?" "No," said Harry. "Nothing yet. And I'll be all right if we can all just be normal. Well.until something does.happen." Ron nodded in agreement and both begun to talk about Quidditch.
Chapter 2 Pettigrew drew himself up straight and tore himself away from the windowsill of the sleeping boy who was his Master's enemy. He looked so harmless asleep, Pettigrew thought. But that wasn't what Voldemort thought and as Peter had vowed with his life to serve the Dark Lord, that would mean doing his bidding. He crept silently away and back down through the sewers, the secret passageway to his master's lair. Even though he knew where he was going, Peter was still apprehensive. He felt a cold sweat as he reached the hidden mansion in the graveyard where Voldemort had resurfaced only last month. He knocked on the oaken door and waited with baited breath. Lucius Malfoy opened the door and looked gruffly down at Wormtail. "What took you? Useless piece of filth." He ignored this comment and continued up the stairs to where his Master was waiting. He pushed open the door and there, just as he knew he would be, Voldemort was sitting, quite content. "Ah, Wormtail," he hissed. Voldemort's red slit-like eyes glinted maliciously as he entered. "I did what you asked of me My Lord," said Wormtail anxiously, eager to please. Voldemort looked down at him, like a cat that plays with its toys. "Good, good. Tell me.did you find anything of interest?" Wormtail stood up straight, puffing his chest out. "I concluded, My Lord, that the spell that surrounds the house is the Youthugus Spell." "Ah," said Voldemort in a tone that was neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. "If I remember correctly from the days when I was at full power, the Youthugus Spell was cast by an authority figure over a vulnerable child to ensure its' safety in the house of relatives. Am I right, Lucius?" Malfoy stepped forward from the shadows. "Yes, My Lord. You are correct as ever." "Hmm," Voldemort sighed. "Problems, problems." Wormtail stepped forwards curiously. "What problems, Master?" There was an impatient 'tuh' from Malfoy. "Patience, Lucius," Voldemort said in a dangerously soft voice. "The problem, Wormtail, is that this would be the perfect time to attack Harry Potter. Back at Hogwarts he is better protected that I think even he knows. Dumbledore is a very clever wizard, I must say." "Why is that, Master?" asked Wormtail. "He knows that the Youthugus spell can only be broken by a living relative, and they of course are Muggles." "Oh I see My Lord. So now what will you do?" Voldemort hadn't really considered this question; instead he had an idea boiling around in his head. As the plan grew, his face contorted into a wicked smile, unnerving even Lucius Malfoy.
Harry was very relieved when he got an owl from Ron the next day to arrange to come and pick him up from the Dursleys. He thought that they were beginning to get suspicious about the way he had been acting lately and leaving seemed like the best plan. Ron arrived the next day along with all the Weasleys minus Bill and Charlie. Ron got out of the car and started towards him but before he said anything, a very strange thing happened. Vernon Dursley came out behind Harry and beckoned to Arthur Weasley, sitting at the wheel of the car. Mr Weasley got out, confused. He had tried to be friendly many times to Uncle Vernon but this kindness had never been repaid. Since then, Mr Weasley had given up but now walked over curiously. Uncle Vernon leaned in, whispering. "Er, just to let you know, he's been acting very strange lately," he said, signalling to Harry who was talking to Fred, George and Ron. "Well." Mr Weasely tried to explain without the truth but Mr Dursley cut him off. "So if he does anything.unnatural, it's nothing to do with us, okay? Just you tell that Godfather of his." and with that, he went back into the house to Aunt Petunia at the twitching curtains. Mr Weasely hadn't understood the part about Harry's Godfather but just assumed that it was something Harry had said to stop his Uncle asking questions. He got back in the car and started the ignition. "All right there, Harry?" he asked uncertainly. "Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said dully. Once the car was in motion, Ron spoke quietly so no one else would hear. "So, really. Are you all right? Nothing.happened?" "No," said Harry. "Nothing yet. And I'll be all right if we can all just be normal. Well.until something does.happen." Ron nodded in agreement and both begun to talk about Quidditch.