Europa: Yeah, Ginny's cool, I like her. ^_^
Pyra: Like Wow! is covered by Leslie Carter (sis of Nick of BSB fame), Sure is by Take That (extinct but still cool British original boyband where Robbie Williams started out), and Alicia Rules the World is by Alicia,( a one hit wonder in the late 1990s). Any others you're wondering about? Unseen is by Zed (THE MOST AWESOMEST KIWI BAND!!!). Anyhoo, we hope you enjoyed the chapter either way!
Lunoria Moonwatcher: Yeah, Splunge is kinda a Monty Python thing, eh heh... Yep! More is coming forthwith!
EdhelDess: Yeah, poor Sam, but he's so easy! heehehehehe! ^_^ At least he got his own back! Yeah, I'm meant to be doing homework too... oops!
Pixiedust: Hmmm, Maybe that can be the title of this chapter! You'll find out Peter's mission very soon! Yeah, exams coming, Art due, AAAARGGG!!! I have no time! But I will in a couple of weeks... *sighs*
Raen: When you say you'll read it and review, you aren't kidding! ^_^v
Merri: Did she read it and rewrite it or read and review? Or maybe we could use it as the next chapter... *suuuure*
Pip: Well she'll just have to get back to her fic and her novel, WON'T SHE!!!! And no, Voldemort's other name is NOT Sara. *both authors face-fault like the Tiger/Saber team did in Ziods- that was so so funny! But it has nothing to do with this review* And we will get into that If The Thought Of Failing Even Crosses Your Mind You Shall Be Pulled Into Intense Thick Plots With Ropes Of Suspense And Audience On The Edge Of Their Chairs Waiting For You To WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! mission now Okay? Okay!
*......magically time flashes by and there are no more exams.....*
And now.. IT'S!
CHAPTER TEN: EVIL PLOTTING!
Pippin was sound asleep. He was dreaming safe happy dreams of hot dinners and pints at home in his hobbit hole. Suddenly he became aware of something moving around under the blanket. Something fuzzy, with a long bald tail that just went between his toes.
"EEEEWWW!!! GERROUT!!!" Pippin jerked awake, sending a shrieking something flying out from his bed and under Frodo's. Pippin was after it in a flash, diving headfirst under the bed and trapping the wriggling thing against the wall. Merry jerked out of bed, hitting the floor unnecessarily hard.
"Ow! Pippin! What's all the fuss???" he demanded loudly. This woke Sam, who sat up.
"Mr Frodo?" he asked concernedly.
"I'm okay Sam," replied Frodo, who was leaning over the edge of his bed, trying to see what the front end of Pippin was doing. The back end was writhing around and kicking furiously.
"Pippin!" Merry cautioned as a foot flew dangerously close to his face. "What ARE you doing?"
"Little bugger! It bit me! I've probably got rabies now!" was all the muffled front end of Pippin could say, or at least that's all his companions could make out. Sam bravely grabbed one of Pippin's feet and held on. Merry grabbed the other.
"Have you got him, Pip?" Merry asked whilst trying to keep control of Pippin's left leg.
"GOTTIM!" A triumphant cry came from Pippin's front half and Sam and Merry pulled him out, landing on the floor with a bump.
"What is it?" Frodo asked, straightening up. Pippin held it up to the light. Patchy, scruffy, dirty and still struggling madly, it looked rather ugly and pathetic in the dim moonlight.
"It's a rat."
The four hobbits stared at it.
"Well."
"I always thought Pippin kept strange things in his bed, but..."
"Oh, ew, THAT's disgusting!"
The rat stopped struggling and blinked at them.
"It's so ugly." Merry poked at it cautiously. It obviously didn't think much of them either and bit Merry's hand viciously.
"EEOOWW!!!" Merry jumped back, shaking his injured hand. "Little devil! Kill it!" Frodo stepped in quickly.
"No, we won't kill it Merry, it has as much right to live as we do. Put it outside, Pippin, set it free."
"Well said, Mr. Frodo. Well said. Put it outside," Sam said, without making any inclination to help. Pippin got to his feet and went to the window.
"No, pippin! Not the window! It's too high!" Frodo cried from getting back into bed. The rat agreed heartily, trying to climb over Pippin's shoulder. "The door, Pip."
"Alright, you should have specified." Pippin pushed the rat out the door, not unkindly, and shut it firmly behind him.
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The rat hurried out, muttering things under its breath about the unfairness of life and Dumbledore being to lenient to underfed dwarves. But an evil glint shone in his eye, and he scurried back to his master.
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A dim fire burned at the back of a dingy cave, which had been occupied previously by a large black dog. Now, however, there was a straight figure sitting there. The firelight played on his white hair and beard, which had, of late, got more scruffy as his personal affairs had started falling. His features were stern and brooding, and the lines on his face sharp and deep. His eyes had a maniacal glint to them.
"Lord Voldemort." A scruffy man came forward into the firelight. The man immediately turned to him.
"Wormtail. Tell me everything." Wormtail smirked and recounted his journey.
"The four halflings are in the same room. They're on the fifth floor in the west wing. The man is next door to them, the elf opposite the man and the dwarf opposite the halflings. Potter is in the same bed in the same room in Gryffindor Tower."
"Which halfling carried the Ring?"
"The one called Frodo Baggins, my lord. He carries it on a chain about his neck. I only had a tiny glimpse of it. I err- climbed into the wrong bed and- well, managed to escape. They're all there, milord." The old man's face contorted into an evil smile.
"Good. My plans are almost in order. And then Potter is dead and the Ring is Mine!" Once more that evil laugh filled the fanfic in the wonderful tradition of a true evil dude. But Wormtail gulped and moved out of the light. One thing had happened to make him suddenly feel terrified- he owed his life to two people. Both being the people Voldemort wanted to kill.
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A/N: Pip: Wooooaah!! Cliffy! A new twist to the story! Sorry this one was so short, the next'll be longer, promise. You're all gonna LOVE the next chap! It's called
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Dude, Where's my cameo?