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to own Harry Potter and be rich, I don't and I'm not, o.k.
A/N - Please read and review, and tell me whether u like it or not. Thanx to every1 who has reviewed - Vesper Lunen, Whiteriver, Babyirish06 and Kateydidn't.
"Petunia..." Lilly gasped, as she looked around in shock, "What the.." her voice died away in horror.
"It's not what it seems," Petunia pleaded, trying to hide the table, "We're just..just." she stopped, biting her lip.
"It's exactly what it seems, so keep your meddling nose out of our business," roared Vernon, "Potter, get out of here."
"Vernon, don't speak to him like that," snapped Lilly angrily, still trying to take it in, "Drugs," she whispered as she gazed at the white pills, "You're selling drugs," she laughed bitterly, "Hope you made a good profit because once the headmaster hears about this.."
"Lilly," cut in Petunia desperately, "You wouldn't, please. You know we'd be expelled."
"It's nothing to do with them, their going to keep their filthy mouths shut," Vernon growled, glaring at Lilly and James. He pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at them.
"You think you're so clever," hissed Lilly, "It serves you right if you get expelled, I bet you led Petunia into this."
"You say another word, and I swear I'll kill you," snarled Vernon, bracing himself to cast a spell.
"Vernon," screamed Petunia, "We're just going to make it worse." Reluctantly Vernon put down his wand and slumped back into his chair, swearing viciously.
"Tell us what you're doing then," asked James speaking for the first time, he seemed a lot calmer than everyone else.
"It's obvious," snorted Lilly in disgust but was silenced from a look from James though she looked just as unwilling as Vernon.
"We didn't mean to hurt anyone, we just wanted to make some money" Petunia whimpered feebly, "We'll stop, please don't tell the headmaster."
* * *
Harry sighed with frustration as the image froze at a crucial point, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia at Hogwarts but selling drugs. Would his mother and father tell the headmaster? Well, they must have done and Petunia and Vernon had had their powers taken away and their wands snapped. A familiar voice interrupted his thinking.
"Harry," Ron came into his room, "Are you okay?" he hardly paused for Harry to nod, "Hermione's coming to stay for the rest of the summer."
"Hi Harry," she came through the door, her and Ron exchanged glances and both went slightly pink. Harry had to try and suppress a laugh, he knew why Ron's gin was just so enthusiastic.
"What about you two, your mum said.." began Harry curiously.
"We're fine, they don't know what it was though," he brushed Harry's question away and asked his own eagerly, "What happened to you? Mum wouldn't tell me, Fred and George said it was something to do with you know who," he dismissed the idea with a laugh.
"It was Voldemort, he tried to kill me," Harry replied bluntly, Ron flinched at the name and Hermione gasped.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered, "How did you survive?" As Harry told them what had happened, their looks of amazement and anxiety grew rapidly.
"Well, you should be safe here," Ron swallowed; he didn't sound too sure himself. Should be, thought Harry but he didn't say anything and proceeded to tell them about the conversation he had overheard from the Dursleys.
"They've had you for 14 years, they could have killed you anytime, they wouldn't choose now to try," Hermione said seriously, "Mrs Weasley must have been right, she said you were very...shocked, so it could easily have been a nightmare."
"Yeah and who sent you there in the first place? Dumbledore, he's like the best wizard in the world, he's hardly going to send you to a bunch of murderers," Ron laughed.
"And we've got more important things to worry about, like our O.W.L.S. this year, I need to start revising soon," Hermione said with satisfaction, "I've brought all my homework with me." Harry remained silent, how could they think that O.W.L.S. was more important than Voldemort.
"Oh my god," groaned Ron, "That should be fun," he rolled his eyes at Harry, "Anyway, Hermione it's not like you need to revise."
"You're treating this like a joke Ron, their not supposed to be easy," she scowled at Ron who just shrugged.
"There must be a spell that does your homework for you. Typical of the teachers not to show it too us," Ron moaned as he glanced over at the huge pile of books that Hermione had bought. Hermione frowned but didn't say anything.
* * *
Voldemort drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, he seemed very tense and kept on glancing towards the glass tank in the centre of the room. Wormtail was there too, twitching nervously, unsure of his master's restless mood.
"Crystal ball," snapped Voldemort making Wormtail jump, "Hurry up idiot," his eyes feasted greedily on the monstrous shape that floated around in the tank.
"Here sir," Wormtail placed it on the table, flinching incase Voldemort should touch him.
Voldemort peered into the swirling cloud of black, his eyes searching frantically for an image but none appeared. He banged his hand on the table with frustration, the noise made the edgy Wormtail let out a small whimper. When he was the Dark Lord again, he would not need such pathetic excuses for fortune tellers, he would have darker methods that actually worked.
"What's up with you," Voldemort sighed angrily and as expected the agonising pain of crucio hit Wormtail. Nobody could prepare for the excruciating torture that it brought however and Wormtail writhed around helplessly, his desperate shrieks piercing the air. It was the first time that day, Voldemort had shown anything like enjoyment.
Voldemort took another deep breath and massaged his temples before gazing into the churning haze of dark mist. This time the image began to appear and Voldemort hissed with pleasure as he saw Harry Potter with his mudblood friend and that Weasly idiot.
'He won't have much more time to play with his little friends,' Voldemort though eagerly, 'He's resisted me for 15 years but nobody can oppose me forever."
"Master...master," whispered Wormtail pointing towards the tank, it was beginning to bubble.
"Open it," Voldemort purred, his eyes were lit with passion, the one thing that mattered now would soon be done. Harry Potter would die and die a tortured death, alone and in pain. Wormtail pulled open the door and a stream of water poured to the floor.
Then it stepped out, its skin was pale and tinged with blue after being in the tank and it was crouched over slightly. Its eyes were sharp and icy cold, it's black hair smooth and slicked down. It licked its dry lips and his snake-like tongue flicked out. His hands were dextrous and quick and Voldemort knew that in its mind were evil thoughts, scheming plans but above all perfect and never failing loyalty to Voldemort, its master. Harry Potter, though Voldemort, should be very, very scared for this was a creature of nightmares.
A/N - Please read and review, and tell me whether u like it or not. Thanx to every1 who has reviewed - Vesper Lunen, Whiteriver, Babyirish06 and Kateydidn't.
"Petunia..." Lilly gasped, as she looked around in shock, "What the.." her voice died away in horror.
"It's not what it seems," Petunia pleaded, trying to hide the table, "We're just..just." she stopped, biting her lip.
"It's exactly what it seems, so keep your meddling nose out of our business," roared Vernon, "Potter, get out of here."
"Vernon, don't speak to him like that," snapped Lilly angrily, still trying to take it in, "Drugs," she whispered as she gazed at the white pills, "You're selling drugs," she laughed bitterly, "Hope you made a good profit because once the headmaster hears about this.."
"Lilly," cut in Petunia desperately, "You wouldn't, please. You know we'd be expelled."
"It's nothing to do with them, their going to keep their filthy mouths shut," Vernon growled, glaring at Lilly and James. He pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at them.
"You think you're so clever," hissed Lilly, "It serves you right if you get expelled, I bet you led Petunia into this."
"You say another word, and I swear I'll kill you," snarled Vernon, bracing himself to cast a spell.
"Vernon," screamed Petunia, "We're just going to make it worse." Reluctantly Vernon put down his wand and slumped back into his chair, swearing viciously.
"Tell us what you're doing then," asked James speaking for the first time, he seemed a lot calmer than everyone else.
"It's obvious," snorted Lilly in disgust but was silenced from a look from James though she looked just as unwilling as Vernon.
"We didn't mean to hurt anyone, we just wanted to make some money" Petunia whimpered feebly, "We'll stop, please don't tell the headmaster."
* * *
Harry sighed with frustration as the image froze at a crucial point, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia at Hogwarts but selling drugs. Would his mother and father tell the headmaster? Well, they must have done and Petunia and Vernon had had their powers taken away and their wands snapped. A familiar voice interrupted his thinking.
"Harry," Ron came into his room, "Are you okay?" he hardly paused for Harry to nod, "Hermione's coming to stay for the rest of the summer."
"Hi Harry," she came through the door, her and Ron exchanged glances and both went slightly pink. Harry had to try and suppress a laugh, he knew why Ron's gin was just so enthusiastic.
"What about you two, your mum said.." began Harry curiously.
"We're fine, they don't know what it was though," he brushed Harry's question away and asked his own eagerly, "What happened to you? Mum wouldn't tell me, Fred and George said it was something to do with you know who," he dismissed the idea with a laugh.
"It was Voldemort, he tried to kill me," Harry replied bluntly, Ron flinched at the name and Hermione gasped.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered, "How did you survive?" As Harry told them what had happened, their looks of amazement and anxiety grew rapidly.
"Well, you should be safe here," Ron swallowed; he didn't sound too sure himself. Should be, thought Harry but he didn't say anything and proceeded to tell them about the conversation he had overheard from the Dursleys.
"They've had you for 14 years, they could have killed you anytime, they wouldn't choose now to try," Hermione said seriously, "Mrs Weasley must have been right, she said you were very...shocked, so it could easily have been a nightmare."
"Yeah and who sent you there in the first place? Dumbledore, he's like the best wizard in the world, he's hardly going to send you to a bunch of murderers," Ron laughed.
"And we've got more important things to worry about, like our O.W.L.S. this year, I need to start revising soon," Hermione said with satisfaction, "I've brought all my homework with me." Harry remained silent, how could they think that O.W.L.S. was more important than Voldemort.
"Oh my god," groaned Ron, "That should be fun," he rolled his eyes at Harry, "Anyway, Hermione it's not like you need to revise."
"You're treating this like a joke Ron, their not supposed to be easy," she scowled at Ron who just shrugged.
"There must be a spell that does your homework for you. Typical of the teachers not to show it too us," Ron moaned as he glanced over at the huge pile of books that Hermione had bought. Hermione frowned but didn't say anything.
* * *
Voldemort drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, he seemed very tense and kept on glancing towards the glass tank in the centre of the room. Wormtail was there too, twitching nervously, unsure of his master's restless mood.
"Crystal ball," snapped Voldemort making Wormtail jump, "Hurry up idiot," his eyes feasted greedily on the monstrous shape that floated around in the tank.
"Here sir," Wormtail placed it on the table, flinching incase Voldemort should touch him.
Voldemort peered into the swirling cloud of black, his eyes searching frantically for an image but none appeared. He banged his hand on the table with frustration, the noise made the edgy Wormtail let out a small whimper. When he was the Dark Lord again, he would not need such pathetic excuses for fortune tellers, he would have darker methods that actually worked.
"What's up with you," Voldemort sighed angrily and as expected the agonising pain of crucio hit Wormtail. Nobody could prepare for the excruciating torture that it brought however and Wormtail writhed around helplessly, his desperate shrieks piercing the air. It was the first time that day, Voldemort had shown anything like enjoyment.
Voldemort took another deep breath and massaged his temples before gazing into the churning haze of dark mist. This time the image began to appear and Voldemort hissed with pleasure as he saw Harry Potter with his mudblood friend and that Weasly idiot.
'He won't have much more time to play with his little friends,' Voldemort though eagerly, 'He's resisted me for 15 years but nobody can oppose me forever."
"Master...master," whispered Wormtail pointing towards the tank, it was beginning to bubble.
"Open it," Voldemort purred, his eyes were lit with passion, the one thing that mattered now would soon be done. Harry Potter would die and die a tortured death, alone and in pain. Wormtail pulled open the door and a stream of water poured to the floor.
Then it stepped out, its skin was pale and tinged with blue after being in the tank and it was crouched over slightly. Its eyes were sharp and icy cold, it's black hair smooth and slicked down. It licked its dry lips and his snake-like tongue flicked out. His hands were dextrous and quick and Voldemort knew that in its mind were evil thoughts, scheming plans but above all perfect and never failing loyalty to Voldemort, its master. Harry Potter, though Voldemort, should be very, very scared for this was a creature of nightmares.
