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Rhea is mine! If you take her, I will hurt you!
Morgan: Hello everyone! How are you? I be fine. Yes that is bad English, and yes, I do not give a shit. Any way I would like to start this with saying I am an idiot. In my last chapter, I said that Peter broke his leg when a heavy dresser fell on top of him. Well I forgot to put that he used a spell to fix it before he ran after Voldemort and Rhea. Please don't sue me! If you do I will cry. and hope I have enough money. Anyway, I would like to make a quick note before I move on to the chapter 3. I will most likely be going out of town soon, (to see pawsy! Whee!) so I can not promise that I will be able to get more chapters on as often as I normally do. But I promise that when I get back, if I go, I will put more chapters on all my stories. On to Rhea! P.S. My 'Last Time' thing will no longer appear in my stories. It takes too long to write them! Grr!
When Peter, Voldemort, (still seething) and Rhea got to Voldemort's house, Rhea had fallen asleep. Exactly 5 minutes ago, when she had finally stop asking so many questions, which Voldemort made Peter answer. During those 5 minutes, Voldemort had been complaining about were Rhea was to sleep, while all Peter said in return was, 'Yes my Lord' 'No my Lord' and 'Excuse me my Lord, but are you insane?!'.
They landed their broomsticks and Nagini slithered of her master's broom. Next Voldemort got off, and stormed towards his house's front door. Peter then, with Rhea still fast asleep, dismounted his own broomstick and walked slowly towards the house, careful not to wake Rhea. He didn't want to answer any more of her strange questions. Unfortunately, this strategy did not work. Rhea's eyes snapped open, as she struggled to sit upright in Peter's arms.
" Wow! What a cool place! Where are we? Where did Uncle Voldie go? Ooohhh. can I walk around? I'm hungry, and thirsty. Do you have Gatorade? I really like that stuff. Especially the orange flavor! Um, why are you looking at me like that, Uncle Wormtail?" She said looking at Peter.
Peter just stared at her. He could most likely find her something to eat, but what in all the hells was Gatorade? Did muggles chop alligators up and turn them into liquid? Did they have enough brains to do such a thing? And why was Rhea so hyper all of a sudden?
"Um," Peter said, "I think Lord Voldemort might have something in the kitchen. but I know nothing of 'Gatorade'." "Oh well," said Rhea, smiling at him, "I don't care. I'm just hungry."
Peter dug through the cabinets, trying to scavenge up anything they had. He barely missed a Black Widow, as he stuck his hand into a drawer. He found some, some, well he didn't know what it was, but it was food, and wasn't expired or moving, the only problem was that it said COOK. ~Oh no.~ thought Peter ~The last time I cooked was back at Hogwarts, when I had detention and had to cook for the Potion Teacher. It blew up before it was even half done.~ He shook the memory away from his mind. He then looked around to see where Rhea was. His question was answered as he heard a distant crash of glass, an unmistakable whimper, then the sound of small feet running. As Peter turned the corner, Rhea collided into his legs, fell backwards, and looked up at him, horrified.
"What was that?" Peter asked, knowing he would regret the answer.
"It was.um. nothing?" Said Rhea, nervously.
"Rhea, I know something broke, and here, I nor Lord Voldemort, allow lying." Peter said, glaring down at her.
"Why do you call him 'Lord'? Hes not a real lord, is he? I mean, the snake face and all." Said Rhea, now sounding very interested. Peter sighed, shook his head, then looked her right in the eyes.
"I will ask you ONE MORE TIME. what has broken in this house? If you do not tell me, you can go and tell Lord Voldemort. Would you rather do that?" Peter said, knowing that if this did not work, things were about to get very ugly around here. But much to his relief, Rhea jumped up, grabbed Peter by the wrist, and pulled him down the hall, were a pile of broken glass lay.
"I didn't mean to," she said "I was trying to see the picture of some guy called Tom Riddle, when the picture fell. Who is Tom Riddle?" she added, once again sounding very interested. But before Peter could answer, a cold voice spoke.
"Tom Riddle, was me, when I was much younger Rhea," said Voldemort, "And now, thanks to you, it has been destroyed. Go to your room now."
"But I haven't had anything to eat, AND I don't know WHERE my new room is!" snapped Rhea. Peter groaned. This girl was going to get a rear whipping before she was even here 1 day.
Voldemort glared right back at Rhea. Although he admired her willing to fight back, her attitude was not at all excepted by Lord Voldemort. He snatched her up, stormed to the extra bedroom down the hall, Peter at his heels, telling him to be nice, and then threw Rhea onto the bed. He turned on his heel, stormed out of the room, and slammed the door.
Rhea sat in shock for a moment, then began to sob as she noticed a scrape on her knee. Truth be told, Rhea did not care about the scrape. She wanted her Momma and Daddy. And now, one of the men who said they would take care of her, had just thrown he across the room. She sobbed and sobbed until she fell asleep on the old mattress.
"My Lord, was that really necessary?" asked Peter, praying he would not be answered with a curse. "I mean, she is only 6, as I have said before, and I am sure is missing her parents. Do you not think it, well, WISE to be, oh I don't know, KIND to her for awhile?"
"And do you think it, well, WISE, to back talk me, Wormtail? I do believe it is not true. She is a brat and will be treated like one, as long as she lives here." Voldemort snapped back.
"Yes my Lord, of course." Muttered Peter, hating Voldemort. He got up, looked in on Rhea, then went to own room to sleep. ~perhaps tomorrow will be better~ he thought. (Oh dear, has he got a lot to learn.)
~Next Morning~
Rhea woke up, vengeance on her every thought. Uncle Voldie and Uncle Wormtail had told her not to touch their magic sticks the night she had come to this house. Well, it wouldn't hurt to have some fun, now would it? She got up and snuck both of their wands from their rooms. She had remembered how people in the wild had started fire by rubbing two pieces of wood together. So, mimicking those people, she began to rub the wands together.
Peter woke up with a jolt. He had smelt smoke, and heard Voldemort screaming. The next second, Rhea burst through Peter's door and into his arms, shaking with fear.
"Rhea!" gasped Peter, "Why are you covered in ash?" Her close where black and ragged as though she had just gone through the Floo network. "And why- why are you crying? What happened? What did you do?"
Rhea burst into sobs.
"I was trying to start a fire with those pieces of wood you and Uncle Voldie carry around, but sparks came out of the ends and caught everything else on fire!" She sobbed, and Peter stared, open mouthed. How could she have gotten a hold of the wands?
"Then," she continued, "Uncle Voldie came in, snatched the wand and started yelling at me, then I came in h."
"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS THAT BRAT?!" shrieked Voldemort, bursting through the door. A second later, he spotted Rhea. She let out a scream as he lunged for her, was soon captured, and welcomed by several hard swats on the bottom. She whimpered, then ran back to Peter, sobbing. She jumped into his arms again, and hid her face from Voldemort. Peter tried to comfort her while at the same time trying to figure out was going on, and fighting off Voldemort.
"What-is-going-on?!" yelled Peter, missing Voldemort's swiping hand for a third time.
"She nearly burned the damn house down!" Shrieked Voldemort. "And now she is going to pay for the damage she has done! GIVE HER TO ME!!!"
"NO! Don't give me to him! Don't give me to him!" Screamed Rhea. "He's trying to kill me! He's trying to kill me like he killed Momma and Daddy!" she added, sobbing. With that Voldemort stopped abruptly. He stared, muttered 'sorry', turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.
Peter cursed to himself as Rhea continued to sob. When she had stopped, Peter turned her to face him.
"Rhea, why did you do that?" he asked her.
"Because he-he threw me. and he. he.he killed them." she whispered. Peter sighed.
"Yes, he did. That is what he does. And it will be hard for you I know. I know other children who have lost their parents to him. But please try to stay on his good side, unless you want a spanking that you will most likely never forget." He added, smiling. Rhea giggled.
"Okay, Okay. I'm sorry I caught everything on fire. And, took your wand. and broke the glass figure."
"You did what?" yelped Peter.
"teehee! Just joking! Hey, I'm hungry. Can we go down stairs now? I'm thirsty too." She said. " yes, yes. Okay. Lets go. And one more thing Rhea." Said Peter, pocketing his wand. "If you steal our wands again, you can expect a more painful spanking than you just got."
Rhea stared wide eyed. She then ran downstairs, apparently ready to get away from these weird men.
"Um, here. Try this." Said Peter. "its orange, but not Gatorade. Whatever that is. This is called pumpkin juice."
Rhea stared. "Oh! Charlie Brown is going to be so mad at you! You killed The Great Pumpkin!" she gasped. Then she took a sip and smiled. "Never mind! This stuff is good!"
Peter sighed. He was never going to get this little girl.
Morgan: Hey guys! Hope you like it! REVIEW ME!!! Whoo hoo! Go Rhea! Review!
Rhea: Why do I have to get spankings? They hurt! Morgan: I don't know. You're the one who is acting bad. Not me. Why don't you ask them? Rhea: Who? Morgan: The people reading this story! Rhea: Oh, okay. Hey, all of you. Why do you think I deserve this punishment? Tell me! Morgan: Give me some ideas, and maybe I'll use them! Thanks! Bye! Review and answer her question!
Morgan: Hello everyone! How are you? I be fine. Yes that is bad English, and yes, I do not give a shit. Any way I would like to start this with saying I am an idiot. In my last chapter, I said that Peter broke his leg when a heavy dresser fell on top of him. Well I forgot to put that he used a spell to fix it before he ran after Voldemort and Rhea. Please don't sue me! If you do I will cry. and hope I have enough money. Anyway, I would like to make a quick note before I move on to the chapter 3. I will most likely be going out of town soon, (to see pawsy! Whee!) so I can not promise that I will be able to get more chapters on as often as I normally do. But I promise that when I get back, if I go, I will put more chapters on all my stories. On to Rhea! P.S. My 'Last Time' thing will no longer appear in my stories. It takes too long to write them! Grr!
When Peter, Voldemort, (still seething) and Rhea got to Voldemort's house, Rhea had fallen asleep. Exactly 5 minutes ago, when she had finally stop asking so many questions, which Voldemort made Peter answer. During those 5 minutes, Voldemort had been complaining about were Rhea was to sleep, while all Peter said in return was, 'Yes my Lord' 'No my Lord' and 'Excuse me my Lord, but are you insane?!'.
They landed their broomsticks and Nagini slithered of her master's broom. Next Voldemort got off, and stormed towards his house's front door. Peter then, with Rhea still fast asleep, dismounted his own broomstick and walked slowly towards the house, careful not to wake Rhea. He didn't want to answer any more of her strange questions. Unfortunately, this strategy did not work. Rhea's eyes snapped open, as she struggled to sit upright in Peter's arms.
" Wow! What a cool place! Where are we? Where did Uncle Voldie go? Ooohhh. can I walk around? I'm hungry, and thirsty. Do you have Gatorade? I really like that stuff. Especially the orange flavor! Um, why are you looking at me like that, Uncle Wormtail?" She said looking at Peter.
Peter just stared at her. He could most likely find her something to eat, but what in all the hells was Gatorade? Did muggles chop alligators up and turn them into liquid? Did they have enough brains to do such a thing? And why was Rhea so hyper all of a sudden?
"Um," Peter said, "I think Lord Voldemort might have something in the kitchen. but I know nothing of 'Gatorade'." "Oh well," said Rhea, smiling at him, "I don't care. I'm just hungry."
Peter dug through the cabinets, trying to scavenge up anything they had. He barely missed a Black Widow, as he stuck his hand into a drawer. He found some, some, well he didn't know what it was, but it was food, and wasn't expired or moving, the only problem was that it said COOK. ~Oh no.~ thought Peter ~The last time I cooked was back at Hogwarts, when I had detention and had to cook for the Potion Teacher. It blew up before it was even half done.~ He shook the memory away from his mind. He then looked around to see where Rhea was. His question was answered as he heard a distant crash of glass, an unmistakable whimper, then the sound of small feet running. As Peter turned the corner, Rhea collided into his legs, fell backwards, and looked up at him, horrified.
"What was that?" Peter asked, knowing he would regret the answer.
"It was.um. nothing?" Said Rhea, nervously.
"Rhea, I know something broke, and here, I nor Lord Voldemort, allow lying." Peter said, glaring down at her.
"Why do you call him 'Lord'? Hes not a real lord, is he? I mean, the snake face and all." Said Rhea, now sounding very interested. Peter sighed, shook his head, then looked her right in the eyes.
"I will ask you ONE MORE TIME. what has broken in this house? If you do not tell me, you can go and tell Lord Voldemort. Would you rather do that?" Peter said, knowing that if this did not work, things were about to get very ugly around here. But much to his relief, Rhea jumped up, grabbed Peter by the wrist, and pulled him down the hall, were a pile of broken glass lay.
"I didn't mean to," she said "I was trying to see the picture of some guy called Tom Riddle, when the picture fell. Who is Tom Riddle?" she added, once again sounding very interested. But before Peter could answer, a cold voice spoke.
"Tom Riddle, was me, when I was much younger Rhea," said Voldemort, "And now, thanks to you, it has been destroyed. Go to your room now."
"But I haven't had anything to eat, AND I don't know WHERE my new room is!" snapped Rhea. Peter groaned. This girl was going to get a rear whipping before she was even here 1 day.
Voldemort glared right back at Rhea. Although he admired her willing to fight back, her attitude was not at all excepted by Lord Voldemort. He snatched her up, stormed to the extra bedroom down the hall, Peter at his heels, telling him to be nice, and then threw Rhea onto the bed. He turned on his heel, stormed out of the room, and slammed the door.
Rhea sat in shock for a moment, then began to sob as she noticed a scrape on her knee. Truth be told, Rhea did not care about the scrape. She wanted her Momma and Daddy. And now, one of the men who said they would take care of her, had just thrown he across the room. She sobbed and sobbed until she fell asleep on the old mattress.
"My Lord, was that really necessary?" asked Peter, praying he would not be answered with a curse. "I mean, she is only 6, as I have said before, and I am sure is missing her parents. Do you not think it, well, WISE to be, oh I don't know, KIND to her for awhile?"
"And do you think it, well, WISE, to back talk me, Wormtail? I do believe it is not true. She is a brat and will be treated like one, as long as she lives here." Voldemort snapped back.
"Yes my Lord, of course." Muttered Peter, hating Voldemort. He got up, looked in on Rhea, then went to own room to sleep. ~perhaps tomorrow will be better~ he thought. (Oh dear, has he got a lot to learn.)
~Next Morning~
Rhea woke up, vengeance on her every thought. Uncle Voldie and Uncle Wormtail had told her not to touch their magic sticks the night she had come to this house. Well, it wouldn't hurt to have some fun, now would it? She got up and snuck both of their wands from their rooms. She had remembered how people in the wild had started fire by rubbing two pieces of wood together. So, mimicking those people, she began to rub the wands together.
Peter woke up with a jolt. He had smelt smoke, and heard Voldemort screaming. The next second, Rhea burst through Peter's door and into his arms, shaking with fear.
"Rhea!" gasped Peter, "Why are you covered in ash?" Her close where black and ragged as though she had just gone through the Floo network. "And why- why are you crying? What happened? What did you do?"
Rhea burst into sobs.
"I was trying to start a fire with those pieces of wood you and Uncle Voldie carry around, but sparks came out of the ends and caught everything else on fire!" She sobbed, and Peter stared, open mouthed. How could she have gotten a hold of the wands?
"Then," she continued, "Uncle Voldie came in, snatched the wand and started yelling at me, then I came in h."
"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS THAT BRAT?!" shrieked Voldemort, bursting through the door. A second later, he spotted Rhea. She let out a scream as he lunged for her, was soon captured, and welcomed by several hard swats on the bottom. She whimpered, then ran back to Peter, sobbing. She jumped into his arms again, and hid her face from Voldemort. Peter tried to comfort her while at the same time trying to figure out was going on, and fighting off Voldemort.
"What-is-going-on?!" yelled Peter, missing Voldemort's swiping hand for a third time.
"She nearly burned the damn house down!" Shrieked Voldemort. "And now she is going to pay for the damage she has done! GIVE HER TO ME!!!"
"NO! Don't give me to him! Don't give me to him!" Screamed Rhea. "He's trying to kill me! He's trying to kill me like he killed Momma and Daddy!" she added, sobbing. With that Voldemort stopped abruptly. He stared, muttered 'sorry', turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.
Peter cursed to himself as Rhea continued to sob. When she had stopped, Peter turned her to face him.
"Rhea, why did you do that?" he asked her.
"Because he-he threw me. and he. he.he killed them." she whispered. Peter sighed.
"Yes, he did. That is what he does. And it will be hard for you I know. I know other children who have lost their parents to him. But please try to stay on his good side, unless you want a spanking that you will most likely never forget." He added, smiling. Rhea giggled.
"Okay, Okay. I'm sorry I caught everything on fire. And, took your wand. and broke the glass figure."
"You did what?" yelped Peter.
"teehee! Just joking! Hey, I'm hungry. Can we go down stairs now? I'm thirsty too." She said. " yes, yes. Okay. Lets go. And one more thing Rhea." Said Peter, pocketing his wand. "If you steal our wands again, you can expect a more painful spanking than you just got."
Rhea stared wide eyed. She then ran downstairs, apparently ready to get away from these weird men.
"Um, here. Try this." Said Peter. "its orange, but not Gatorade. Whatever that is. This is called pumpkin juice."
Rhea stared. "Oh! Charlie Brown is going to be so mad at you! You killed The Great Pumpkin!" she gasped. Then she took a sip and smiled. "Never mind! This stuff is good!"
Peter sighed. He was never going to get this little girl.
Morgan: Hey guys! Hope you like it! REVIEW ME!!! Whoo hoo! Go Rhea! Review!
Rhea: Why do I have to get spankings? They hurt! Morgan: I don't know. You're the one who is acting bad. Not me. Why don't you ask them? Rhea: Who? Morgan: The people reading this story! Rhea: Oh, okay. Hey, all of you. Why do you think I deserve this punishment? Tell me! Morgan: Give me some ideas, and maybe I'll use them! Thanks! Bye! Review and answer her question!