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A/N I have to say that I am a bit (actually quite) disappointed at
the lack of reviews...only one. Was it because I've forgotten to ask
politely for reviews, or that my story was sooo poor that on one even
want to read the chapter to the end? Please do let me know that if
this is really that bad. Please give me comments so that I'd have
chance to try to do better in the future. Please read and review!
A/N2 : This chapter is also revised. Still nothing major changed. . . and
again special thanks to Rayiwa!
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'POTTER!!!' Voldemort screamed in defeat as Harry Potter grabbed the cup and vanished with his schoolmate's dead body. All the Death Eaters eventually realized the seriousness of the situation. They slowly formed a circle around Voldemort again. No one dared to move as all of them could sense the wrath that radiated from their master.
'FOOLS!! All of you are worthless fools! Crucio!' Voldemort raised his wand in frustration and one unlucky Death Eater fell to the ground and then screamed and squirmed in agony.
'You failed to get me one boy! And you call yourself the most feared followers of Lord Voldemort.' His red hot glare bored into the eyes of every Death Eater. 'I can't believe how lucky the boy is! Wormtail! Get me a chair!' Wormtail quickly transfigured a stone on the ground into a large armchair. Voldemort was in a foul mood after the Potter boy escaped once again. He was even more agitated because the boy did not manage to escape out of sheer luck. Not even a fully trained and skilled auror could run such a long distance with a broken leg while being chased by more than twenty of his followers. Not a chance. But the Potter boy managed to escape. Voldemort was sure that young Potter himself would not have believed his own eyes if he had turned his head to see how well his Impedimenia curse had done- ten of the Death Eaters were stopped by this simple curse. TEN! This clearly showed the immense power the boy was already awakening and this was definitely too fast for Voldemort's liking. Losing this chance to get rid of the boy before his power was fully developed meant bigger trouble
Voldemort finally left the curse off the Death Eater and sat down. Still no one dared to move even a finger.
'Now you should all hope that my faithful servant at Hogwarts can get me Potter. . . or else you will all be very sorry that you are even born.'
Silence hung in the air after Voldemort's threat. A Death Eater finally stepped forward and tried real hard not to let his fear be shown in his voice. 'Master,' Lucius Malfoy's voice said behind his mask, ' would you tell us what happened with your wand and Potter's? What were the things that emerge from your wand? Were they ghosts?'
Voldemort studied Lucius for a moment. 'No, fools, they were definitely not ghosts. They were merely the shadows of who they had been due to Priori Incantation,' Voldemort narrowed his red eyes in a sort of calculating way, 'that boy's wand. . . interesting. And no more stupid questions! I'm not a professor!'
Then Voldemort just sat there in deep contemplation. 'James and Lily Potter. . . are still as annoying as ever, interfering with my plans even in death.' He muttered under his breath. Their ghosts were probably up to something. They couldn't let anything happen to their precious son. . . could they?
Voldemort suddenly stood up, his merciless red eyes widened. 'Go! You fools disappear from my sight now! Return only when you are called.' Voldemort barked and turned with a swish of his long dark cloak. All the Death Eaters eventually disappeared as Voldemort swiftly strode back to the Riddle House, a short figure with glimmering a silver hand hurried after.
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Wormtail stood beside a large armchair, shaking all over as Nagini slid in slowly. He again stared at his 'reward'- the sliver hand. The pain he felt when the original one was cut off- he shuddered at the mere thought- still lingered there. However, he also felt the power that seemed to radiate from his hand.
He still couldn't believe Voldemort had succeeded in returning to the land of the living. He had had a faint hope that Voldemort would just remain in his weak state forever, but now . . . And Harry Potter nearly died, again, because of him, a filthy worthless rat. He would be dead instantly and painfully if Voldemort had known of the relief he felt when Harry reached the cup before any curse reached Harry. He felt so guilty as he cut Harry's arm. He felt that he should be the one tortured when Harry was tortured by Voldemort. He felt that he heart froze and bled when Harry glared accusingly at him through Lily's beautiful green eyes. He was so stupid yet he didn't have the courage to do anything in compensation.
Wormtail stole a glance at his master and noticed that he was still in a trance. Voldemort just stormed in the house and sat down after dismissing the death eaters. He ordered Wormtail not to disturb him or let anything disturb him. Then Voldemort just muttered something, waved his wand, and just sat there with his unseeing red eyes open.
Wormtail let his mind wonder again. He wondered what would happen if he smashed Voldemort's neck with his new hand. He knew his new hand was a powerful dark object. Maybe if he turned in the dead body of Voldemort to the Ministry and cleared Sirius' name, everyone, including Harry, would forgive him. 'But how about the Death Eaters? Could you possibly escape their wrath?' Asked a nasty little voice in his mind that sounded like the squeak of a rat. 'Are you naïve enough to think that anyone would forgive you after what you've done?' Yeah, thought Wormtail darkly, why was I sorted into Gryffindor anyway? I would never have the courage to do anything against Master and the Death Eaters. Yet . . . he wouldn't forget the agony and hatred shown on Harry's young face. The image only grew more clear and vivid in his mind. It's his fault that this young boy, who had spared him his life, had to suffer both physically and emotionally. I'm such a traitor and coward. . .
'Wormtail.' Peter quickly looked up and noticed with dismay that his was under the unnerving glare of his Master. Voldemort appeared to have finally finished whatever business he wanted to tend to, which had apparently not run smoothly for him.
'Can you guess whom have I just met?' Voldemort asked in a low tone that could stop anyone's heart from beating. Wormtail could do nothing but gulped silently, completely in the dark about what Voldemort meant.
'Of course you can't. It's easy to forget how stupid our little rat here is, isn't it? So let me tell you. I just had a little reunion with the ghosts of a certain Potter and his redhead wife of a mudblood.'
Wormtail's eyes widened in disbelieve and horror while Voldemort's eyes flashed with anger.
' Those two you betrayed wanted to interfere with the affairs of the living. They thought they could get someone to save their precious son! How stupid they are!'
'Of. of course they are, Master.'
Voldemort frowned darkly. 'A pity that they managed to flee so quickly. or else I would have taught them again not to stand in the path of Lord Voldemort.'
Voldemort afterwards felt contented to just sit there and observe Wormtail trembling all over while trying real hard not to show it. He always loved the feeling of having complete control over people. He would have that control over Harry Potter in no time. Jr. Crouch had better do his job properly.
Little did Voldemort know that just at that particular moment, miles apart from the Riddle House at Hogwarts, the door to his faithful servant's door was blasted open with a powerful stunning curse. Harry Potter was safe once again.
******************************** That's the end of chapter two. Please read and review!! Harry will SURELY appear in the next chapter ( perhaps Sirius too).
'POTTER!!!' Voldemort screamed in defeat as Harry Potter grabbed the cup and vanished with his schoolmate's dead body. All the Death Eaters eventually realized the seriousness of the situation. They slowly formed a circle around Voldemort again. No one dared to move as all of them could sense the wrath that radiated from their master.
'FOOLS!! All of you are worthless fools! Crucio!' Voldemort raised his wand in frustration and one unlucky Death Eater fell to the ground and then screamed and squirmed in agony.
'You failed to get me one boy! And you call yourself the most feared followers of Lord Voldemort.' His red hot glare bored into the eyes of every Death Eater. 'I can't believe how lucky the boy is! Wormtail! Get me a chair!' Wormtail quickly transfigured a stone on the ground into a large armchair. Voldemort was in a foul mood after the Potter boy escaped once again. He was even more agitated because the boy did not manage to escape out of sheer luck. Not even a fully trained and skilled auror could run such a long distance with a broken leg while being chased by more than twenty of his followers. Not a chance. But the Potter boy managed to escape. Voldemort was sure that young Potter himself would not have believed his own eyes if he had turned his head to see how well his Impedimenia curse had done- ten of the Death Eaters were stopped by this simple curse. TEN! This clearly showed the immense power the boy was already awakening and this was definitely too fast for Voldemort's liking. Losing this chance to get rid of the boy before his power was fully developed meant bigger trouble
Voldemort finally left the curse off the Death Eater and sat down. Still no one dared to move even a finger.
'Now you should all hope that my faithful servant at Hogwarts can get me Potter. . . or else you will all be very sorry that you are even born.'
Silence hung in the air after Voldemort's threat. A Death Eater finally stepped forward and tried real hard not to let his fear be shown in his voice. 'Master,' Lucius Malfoy's voice said behind his mask, ' would you tell us what happened with your wand and Potter's? What were the things that emerge from your wand? Were they ghosts?'
Voldemort studied Lucius for a moment. 'No, fools, they were definitely not ghosts. They were merely the shadows of who they had been due to Priori Incantation,' Voldemort narrowed his red eyes in a sort of calculating way, 'that boy's wand. . . interesting. And no more stupid questions! I'm not a professor!'
Then Voldemort just sat there in deep contemplation. 'James and Lily Potter. . . are still as annoying as ever, interfering with my plans even in death.' He muttered under his breath. Their ghosts were probably up to something. They couldn't let anything happen to their precious son. . . could they?
Voldemort suddenly stood up, his merciless red eyes widened. 'Go! You fools disappear from my sight now! Return only when you are called.' Voldemort barked and turned with a swish of his long dark cloak. All the Death Eaters eventually disappeared as Voldemort swiftly strode back to the Riddle House, a short figure with glimmering a silver hand hurried after.
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Wormtail stood beside a large armchair, shaking all over as Nagini slid in slowly. He again stared at his 'reward'- the sliver hand. The pain he felt when the original one was cut off- he shuddered at the mere thought- still lingered there. However, he also felt the power that seemed to radiate from his hand.
He still couldn't believe Voldemort had succeeded in returning to the land of the living. He had had a faint hope that Voldemort would just remain in his weak state forever, but now . . . And Harry Potter nearly died, again, because of him, a filthy worthless rat. He would be dead instantly and painfully if Voldemort had known of the relief he felt when Harry reached the cup before any curse reached Harry. He felt so guilty as he cut Harry's arm. He felt that he should be the one tortured when Harry was tortured by Voldemort. He felt that he heart froze and bled when Harry glared accusingly at him through Lily's beautiful green eyes. He was so stupid yet he didn't have the courage to do anything in compensation.
Wormtail stole a glance at his master and noticed that he was still in a trance. Voldemort just stormed in the house and sat down after dismissing the death eaters. He ordered Wormtail not to disturb him or let anything disturb him. Then Voldemort just muttered something, waved his wand, and just sat there with his unseeing red eyes open.
Wormtail let his mind wonder again. He wondered what would happen if he smashed Voldemort's neck with his new hand. He knew his new hand was a powerful dark object. Maybe if he turned in the dead body of Voldemort to the Ministry and cleared Sirius' name, everyone, including Harry, would forgive him. 'But how about the Death Eaters? Could you possibly escape their wrath?' Asked a nasty little voice in his mind that sounded like the squeak of a rat. 'Are you naïve enough to think that anyone would forgive you after what you've done?' Yeah, thought Wormtail darkly, why was I sorted into Gryffindor anyway? I would never have the courage to do anything against Master and the Death Eaters. Yet . . . he wouldn't forget the agony and hatred shown on Harry's young face. The image only grew more clear and vivid in his mind. It's his fault that this young boy, who had spared him his life, had to suffer both physically and emotionally. I'm such a traitor and coward. . .
'Wormtail.' Peter quickly looked up and noticed with dismay that his was under the unnerving glare of his Master. Voldemort appeared to have finally finished whatever business he wanted to tend to, which had apparently not run smoothly for him.
'Can you guess whom have I just met?' Voldemort asked in a low tone that could stop anyone's heart from beating. Wormtail could do nothing but gulped silently, completely in the dark about what Voldemort meant.
'Of course you can't. It's easy to forget how stupid our little rat here is, isn't it? So let me tell you. I just had a little reunion with the ghosts of a certain Potter and his redhead wife of a mudblood.'
Wormtail's eyes widened in disbelieve and horror while Voldemort's eyes flashed with anger.
' Those two you betrayed wanted to interfere with the affairs of the living. They thought they could get someone to save their precious son! How stupid they are!'
'Of. of course they are, Master.'
Voldemort frowned darkly. 'A pity that they managed to flee so quickly. or else I would have taught them again not to stand in the path of Lord Voldemort.'
Voldemort afterwards felt contented to just sit there and observe Wormtail trembling all over while trying real hard not to show it. He always loved the feeling of having complete control over people. He would have that control over Harry Potter in no time. Jr. Crouch had better do his job properly.
Little did Voldemort know that just at that particular moment, miles apart from the Riddle House at Hogwarts, the door to his faithful servant's door was blasted open with a powerful stunning curse. Harry Potter was safe once again.
******************************** That's the end of chapter two. Please read and review!! Harry will SURELY appear in the next chapter ( perhaps Sirius too).