Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other freaks in this
story. But Rhea's mine! You can't have her! ~Hugggg~
Morgan: Hey guys! How are ya? I would like to thank Stuv and Lost Dragon'kin, not to mention my cuz, on the reviews! Okay, heres the deal with the quotation marks: When I write the story out on my computer, it looks really good. But when it is transferred to Fanfiction, they screw it up. So, I'm sorry for any misunderstandings. R/R Please! I'd really like it please! On to Rhea!
Last time: " Well, well Wormtail, I see you've caught Nagini a little snack. Peter gulped.
" P-please master. she is only a child." whimpered Peter. He had forgotten all about Voldemort, and was surely to be punished. But for the moment, he had to protect the child. ~I'll just have to have her stay behind me, that's all. With luck, I can talk Voldemort out of feeding her to Nagini.~ Peter thought, ~of course though,~ he looked behind himself, ~ Shes got to be there! Where did that kid go to?!~ When he looked up, he was horrified by what he saw.
"Hey!" Rhea said to Voldemort, "You're the one who hurt mama and daddy, aren't you?"
Voldemort stared at Rhea for a second, then smelled the air. " Well, you are the two muggle's little girl, I see?" he asked in a dangerously calm voice.
"And what if I am, you weirdo?" Rhea, a little more bravely than she had planned. ~Why can't I see the misters face?~ she thought, ~its all hidden in that hood~ "Did you hurt them?" she asked again.
Peter watched in horror, as Rhea stood, glaring at Voldemort, just below his waist. ~Oh god. This isn't going to end well.~ he thought.
" Nay, little girl. I did not HURT them. I did do SOMETHING to them. if that will answer your question." This muggle brat was fun to play with. Yet, she has more will-power than her parents. ~Oh well.~ thought Voldemort ~Time to feed Nagini.~
"I grow bored of this. Wormtail! Hold her down. It is time for Nagini's feeding." Voldemort said.
"Whats a 'Wormtail?'" asked Rhea, with an angel's look of curiosity. "Is it a rat?"
~hmph. Smart kid.~ thought Peter. "I'm Wormtail, Rhea. That is my nickname. You may call me it if you want to." Said Peter, an eagerness of wanting to laugh filling his body. Rhea was looking at him, a look of shock, wonder, and extreme curiosity covering her small face.
"Whoa! That's a cool name! How did you get it? Why are you called it? Can I have a nickname? Whats a nickname?." She asked, completely snubbing Voldemort.
"ehem," Said Voldemort, announcing his presence of still being alive. "Little girl, I suppose you know what snakes are?" he sneered. All little girls were afraid of snakes.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." She said, then whirled around, her eyes bright. "Do you have one? Ooohh! I LUV snakes! Well, not as much as spiders, but snakes a still cool! Whats its name? Where is it? Can I pet it? Can I hold it?"
Peter chuckled at the look on Voldemorts face. This girl talked faster than the wind, and apparently, Voldemort could not understand her, even if he were 6-years-old too.
"Well um.*Ehem*.anyway." said Voldemort, gaining his voice again. "Have you ever been bitten by a snake before?"
"Well, no, but I don't care. They're still cool!" said Rhea. She smiled. But quickly hid it and screamed as Voldemort pulled down his hood. She screamed again and ran behind Peter, shaking. ~what is that thing? He looks like a snake with long white hair! Even his eyes are red!~ she thought, then quickly began to sob.
"There little girl, not so fond of snakes NOW are you?" hissed Voldemort, "but do not worry. I will not be the one you will be fed to. Nagini!" He called. The snake slithered in at its summoning, stopped behind Voldemort, then raised up of its belly, in a striking position.
"As I said before, HOLD HER DOWN Wormtail!" snapped Voldemort. But, to much of his surprise, Peter did not move. He had a scared look on his face, but stood his ground. "Fine! I will MAKE you move then, Wingardium Leviosa!" He shrieked. Peter was pulled into the air and thrown across the room like a ragdoll. He moaned as he rubbed his head. ~oh damn it!~ he thought ~what can I do now? I can't even get up! Rhea!~ He struggled with the heavy dresser that was on top of him, but had no luck.
Voldemort gave a satisfied look at Peter, then turned his slender red eyes on Rhea.
"Now little girl, just to make sure you wont move or run while you are being fed, I believe a nice curse will work nicely." He said. Peter, unknown to Voldemort, had finally gotten the dresser of himself, and was now trying to stand on his broken leg. ~Hold on Rhea! Don't you dare do anything to her you freak!~ thought Peter.
"Now, what curse shall I use? The one that killed you parents would." said Voldemort, but quickly stopped, as he looked down, smiling at the Rhea.
"You killed them?" whispered Rhea, tears forming in her eyes, "NO! NO! NO! You're lying! My momma said it was bad to lie, and you just lied! If you lie, then you're bad! They're not dead! NOOOO!" she curled up on the floor, rocking back and forth, sobbing harder than she ever had before.
"Yes, little girl, I did kill them," said Voldemort. "And such a waste of magic they were. Useless, muggles. That's all they were. Do you miss them? I can tell you do. But don't worry, you shall be with them soon. but back to the curses. ah. I know. CRUCIO!" he shrieked. Voldemort heard screaming. Screaming of pain and agony, as though someone was being stabbed over and over again. But the screaming wasn't Rhea's. Voldemort lifted his wand. His eyes widened. "Traitor." he whispered
Peter lay on the ground, panting, and griping his side. He had been hit with curse, not Rhea. He had jumped out in front at the last moment.
"She.is.only.a.chi-child." he panted, trying to stand, but his leg would not allow him it at all. "Leave.her.alone.Lets take.her.with.us."
"With us?!" shrieked Voldemort, "why would I allow a muggle to come with ME?"
"Because.you l-like her. I can tell." Peter panted, "I can. tell. LETS TAKE HER WITH US. my lord. you have already destroyed her parents.she is orphaned. I can take care of her. I will not mind."
Rhea stared. What had just happened? Mister Wormtail had started screaming. and now he was going to take care of her? And who was that snake man?
"I.fine," Said Voldemort, much to Peters surprise. "She may stay until she is able to fend for herself," He turned to Rhea, "What is your name, child?"
"Ya know mister," said Rhea, "Its not very nice to ask people who they are, especially if that person doesn't know your name! But, I'll let you off the hook this time. I'm Rhea Salmonsan. Who are you?" She smiled through her tear stained face.
Peter sighed. What a drama queen. She was sobbing one second, and being a brat the next. He had a feeling his life was going to be as interesting as he wanted from now on. He walked out of the house with Rhea and Voldemort, and chuckled as he heard them arguing.
"You little brat!" Voldemort snapped, "How dare you talk to me like that! I am Lord Voldemort, and will have no problem at ALL spanking your bottom, child!"
"I'd like to see you try!" said Rhea, sticking her tongue out at him. "Can't catch me!" she added, running off.
Peter and Voldemort ran after her, Peter thinking, ~Oh dear, and we thought HARRY POTTER would be Voldemorts downfall? So much for that. He's really running. And with a muggle no less.~
"Ha! Got you!" said Voldemort, " We will not be going that way! Come here!" He pulled her over to where his and Peters brooms lay. "You can get on with Wormtail." He handed Rhea to Peter.
"Wow!" Rhea said, hers eyes bright again. "Are you guys witches? My momma said she knew a witch at her office! Or maybe she said bitch. whats a bitch?"
Peter and Voldemort stared. My what a smart kid this was. Yet so empty minded.
"Er," said Peter, "It's not a nice thing, and is not to be repeated. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, sure," said Rhea, paying no attention to this. Peter sighed and shook his head, mounting his broomstick. He then pulled Rhea up to the front, were her eyes widened, and got a death grip on the broom handle.
"If you don't let go of that, it will make the broom go strait down." Said Voldemort. "Come on Wormtail, I can hear the muggle police. Anyway, chil- RHEA, we are wizards, not witches."
"Wow, really? That's so cool!" said Rhea, gripping on to Peter as tight as she could, as they took off into the air. "Hey ya know what?"
"What?" said Peter and Voldemort at the same time.
"I finally figured out what a nickname is. AND I got one for you two. If you will let me give it to you. But you have to promise never to get mad, and you have to let me call you it." She said
"Okay." Said Peter, "Fine." Said Voldemort.
"Okay, uncle Wormtail and uncle Voldie!" she laughed. Peter chuckled, Voldemort stared in disgust. "Voldie? That makes me sound like moldy bread!"
"Tee-hee! You promised! Ohhh! I have some many things to ask you!" she said. Peter sighed. This was going to be a long ride home.
"Whats it like being magical? Can I be a witch? Can I have a broomstick? Can I have one of those wood sticks that makes light come out of it? Can I have a long black cape like you? Ya know voldie, your hair needs a new style! Whats a muggle?" And on and on it went, for a whole hour until the arrived at Voldemorts house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morgan: Oh shes so cute! I drew her recently, and I luv her! *Yes I draw too* please Review! I'm going to try and have more chapters out on this one, and on my other stories. Check them out! REVIEW! P.S. I tried to separate my sentences more, so I hope it helped. I'm sorry if it did not. Review mee! Also, if you like this story or any of my other ones, please tell other people about them! Oh, and, yes: More mayhem, crying, and getting in big trouble are sure to come soon! Go Rhea! Coming up next: Tom Riddle, Wands, and pumpkin juice. Chapter 3.
Morgan: Hey guys! How are ya? I would like to thank Stuv and Lost Dragon'kin, not to mention my cuz, on the reviews! Okay, heres the deal with the quotation marks: When I write the story out on my computer, it looks really good. But when it is transferred to Fanfiction, they screw it up. So, I'm sorry for any misunderstandings. R/R Please! I'd really like it please! On to Rhea!
Last time: " Well, well Wormtail, I see you've caught Nagini a little snack. Peter gulped.
" P-please master. she is only a child." whimpered Peter. He had forgotten all about Voldemort, and was surely to be punished. But for the moment, he had to protect the child. ~I'll just have to have her stay behind me, that's all. With luck, I can talk Voldemort out of feeding her to Nagini.~ Peter thought, ~of course though,~ he looked behind himself, ~ Shes got to be there! Where did that kid go to?!~ When he looked up, he was horrified by what he saw.
"Hey!" Rhea said to Voldemort, "You're the one who hurt mama and daddy, aren't you?"
Voldemort stared at Rhea for a second, then smelled the air. " Well, you are the two muggle's little girl, I see?" he asked in a dangerously calm voice.
"And what if I am, you weirdo?" Rhea, a little more bravely than she had planned. ~Why can't I see the misters face?~ she thought, ~its all hidden in that hood~ "Did you hurt them?" she asked again.
Peter watched in horror, as Rhea stood, glaring at Voldemort, just below his waist. ~Oh god. This isn't going to end well.~ he thought.
" Nay, little girl. I did not HURT them. I did do SOMETHING to them. if that will answer your question." This muggle brat was fun to play with. Yet, she has more will-power than her parents. ~Oh well.~ thought Voldemort ~Time to feed Nagini.~
"I grow bored of this. Wormtail! Hold her down. It is time for Nagini's feeding." Voldemort said.
"Whats a 'Wormtail?'" asked Rhea, with an angel's look of curiosity. "Is it a rat?"
~hmph. Smart kid.~ thought Peter. "I'm Wormtail, Rhea. That is my nickname. You may call me it if you want to." Said Peter, an eagerness of wanting to laugh filling his body. Rhea was looking at him, a look of shock, wonder, and extreme curiosity covering her small face.
"Whoa! That's a cool name! How did you get it? Why are you called it? Can I have a nickname? Whats a nickname?." She asked, completely snubbing Voldemort.
"ehem," Said Voldemort, announcing his presence of still being alive. "Little girl, I suppose you know what snakes are?" he sneered. All little girls were afraid of snakes.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." She said, then whirled around, her eyes bright. "Do you have one? Ooohh! I LUV snakes! Well, not as much as spiders, but snakes a still cool! Whats its name? Where is it? Can I pet it? Can I hold it?"
Peter chuckled at the look on Voldemorts face. This girl talked faster than the wind, and apparently, Voldemort could not understand her, even if he were 6-years-old too.
"Well um.*Ehem*.anyway." said Voldemort, gaining his voice again. "Have you ever been bitten by a snake before?"
"Well, no, but I don't care. They're still cool!" said Rhea. She smiled. But quickly hid it and screamed as Voldemort pulled down his hood. She screamed again and ran behind Peter, shaking. ~what is that thing? He looks like a snake with long white hair! Even his eyes are red!~ she thought, then quickly began to sob.
"There little girl, not so fond of snakes NOW are you?" hissed Voldemort, "but do not worry. I will not be the one you will be fed to. Nagini!" He called. The snake slithered in at its summoning, stopped behind Voldemort, then raised up of its belly, in a striking position.
"As I said before, HOLD HER DOWN Wormtail!" snapped Voldemort. But, to much of his surprise, Peter did not move. He had a scared look on his face, but stood his ground. "Fine! I will MAKE you move then, Wingardium Leviosa!" He shrieked. Peter was pulled into the air and thrown across the room like a ragdoll. He moaned as he rubbed his head. ~oh damn it!~ he thought ~what can I do now? I can't even get up! Rhea!~ He struggled with the heavy dresser that was on top of him, but had no luck.
Voldemort gave a satisfied look at Peter, then turned his slender red eyes on Rhea.
"Now little girl, just to make sure you wont move or run while you are being fed, I believe a nice curse will work nicely." He said. Peter, unknown to Voldemort, had finally gotten the dresser of himself, and was now trying to stand on his broken leg. ~Hold on Rhea! Don't you dare do anything to her you freak!~ thought Peter.
"Now, what curse shall I use? The one that killed you parents would." said Voldemort, but quickly stopped, as he looked down, smiling at the Rhea.
"You killed them?" whispered Rhea, tears forming in her eyes, "NO! NO! NO! You're lying! My momma said it was bad to lie, and you just lied! If you lie, then you're bad! They're not dead! NOOOO!" she curled up on the floor, rocking back and forth, sobbing harder than she ever had before.
"Yes, little girl, I did kill them," said Voldemort. "And such a waste of magic they were. Useless, muggles. That's all they were. Do you miss them? I can tell you do. But don't worry, you shall be with them soon. but back to the curses. ah. I know. CRUCIO!" he shrieked. Voldemort heard screaming. Screaming of pain and agony, as though someone was being stabbed over and over again. But the screaming wasn't Rhea's. Voldemort lifted his wand. His eyes widened. "Traitor." he whispered
Peter lay on the ground, panting, and griping his side. He had been hit with curse, not Rhea. He had jumped out in front at the last moment.
"She.is.only.a.chi-child." he panted, trying to stand, but his leg would not allow him it at all. "Leave.her.alone.Lets take.her.with.us."
"With us?!" shrieked Voldemort, "why would I allow a muggle to come with ME?"
"Because.you l-like her. I can tell." Peter panted, "I can. tell. LETS TAKE HER WITH US. my lord. you have already destroyed her parents.she is orphaned. I can take care of her. I will not mind."
Rhea stared. What had just happened? Mister Wormtail had started screaming. and now he was going to take care of her? And who was that snake man?
"I.fine," Said Voldemort, much to Peters surprise. "She may stay until she is able to fend for herself," He turned to Rhea, "What is your name, child?"
"Ya know mister," said Rhea, "Its not very nice to ask people who they are, especially if that person doesn't know your name! But, I'll let you off the hook this time. I'm Rhea Salmonsan. Who are you?" She smiled through her tear stained face.
Peter sighed. What a drama queen. She was sobbing one second, and being a brat the next. He had a feeling his life was going to be as interesting as he wanted from now on. He walked out of the house with Rhea and Voldemort, and chuckled as he heard them arguing.
"You little brat!" Voldemort snapped, "How dare you talk to me like that! I am Lord Voldemort, and will have no problem at ALL spanking your bottom, child!"
"I'd like to see you try!" said Rhea, sticking her tongue out at him. "Can't catch me!" she added, running off.
Peter and Voldemort ran after her, Peter thinking, ~Oh dear, and we thought HARRY POTTER would be Voldemorts downfall? So much for that. He's really running. And with a muggle no less.~
"Ha! Got you!" said Voldemort, " We will not be going that way! Come here!" He pulled her over to where his and Peters brooms lay. "You can get on with Wormtail." He handed Rhea to Peter.
"Wow!" Rhea said, hers eyes bright again. "Are you guys witches? My momma said she knew a witch at her office! Or maybe she said bitch. whats a bitch?"
Peter and Voldemort stared. My what a smart kid this was. Yet so empty minded.
"Er," said Peter, "It's not a nice thing, and is not to be repeated. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, sure," said Rhea, paying no attention to this. Peter sighed and shook his head, mounting his broomstick. He then pulled Rhea up to the front, were her eyes widened, and got a death grip on the broom handle.
"If you don't let go of that, it will make the broom go strait down." Said Voldemort. "Come on Wormtail, I can hear the muggle police. Anyway, chil- RHEA, we are wizards, not witches."
"Wow, really? That's so cool!" said Rhea, gripping on to Peter as tight as she could, as they took off into the air. "Hey ya know what?"
"What?" said Peter and Voldemort at the same time.
"I finally figured out what a nickname is. AND I got one for you two. If you will let me give it to you. But you have to promise never to get mad, and you have to let me call you it." She said
"Okay." Said Peter, "Fine." Said Voldemort.
"Okay, uncle Wormtail and uncle Voldie!" she laughed. Peter chuckled, Voldemort stared in disgust. "Voldie? That makes me sound like moldy bread!"
"Tee-hee! You promised! Ohhh! I have some many things to ask you!" she said. Peter sighed. This was going to be a long ride home.
"Whats it like being magical? Can I be a witch? Can I have a broomstick? Can I have one of those wood sticks that makes light come out of it? Can I have a long black cape like you? Ya know voldie, your hair needs a new style! Whats a muggle?" And on and on it went, for a whole hour until the arrived at Voldemorts house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morgan: Oh shes so cute! I drew her recently, and I luv her! *Yes I draw too* please Review! I'm going to try and have more chapters out on this one, and on my other stories. Check them out! REVIEW! P.S. I tried to separate my sentences more, so I hope it helped. I'm sorry if it did not. Review mee! Also, if you like this story or any of my other ones, please tell other people about them! Oh, and, yes: More mayhem, crying, and getting in big trouble are sure to come soon! Go Rhea! Coming up next: Tom Riddle, Wands, and pumpkin juice. Chapter 3.