CHAPTER III

All was gone from the throne room except for one silent spectator.

"So Fudge wants to bring me in. I cannot believe that he is accusing me of killing Cedric, though it was mostly my fault." However, my attention was drawn away as Voldemort began speaking again.

"Wormtail come in here."

"Yes master?" he replied as he bowed.

"I want you to follow Severus everywhere he goes. I have suspicions about him but I need this last potion so I can finally destroy Potter, it will reverse the effects of the curse on my wand, and I'll finally be rid of the insolent brat." Voldemort spewed.

"Yes master," Wormtail replied.

"Oh no... oh no...if he can use his wand against me, I will not have a chance, I have to stop Snape from giving him the potion, and warn him that he's being followed. But how do I get out of here?" I asked myself.

My bruises were large and my broken bones ached. "But I will not succumb to my uncle!" I screamed to myself. "If I can stand up to Voldemort my uncle should be no match, but the fact that he got me into this state without a wand scares me, and I despise being scared. I have lived with fear my entire life and I am sick of it." I said to myself

For the first eleven years of my life I was picked on by my aunt and uncle. I became a slave in their household and lived in this small cupboard. I had been afraid of being cast out because I knew I wasn't wanted. I was afraid of Dudley and his two other big friends, they would bully me, hit and push me.

When I was eleven I found out what really killed my parents, I discovered real fear looking into Voldemort's face and seeing the fathomless hate he held for me. I was scared for the lives of my first friends, and my own.

In second year, I saw the face of the young Voldemort, the person who I feared the most, an evil wizard in his full power. I became afraid of the future that year, scared that Voldemort would one-day return to his youthful power.

In third I was afraid of loosing the only tie to my parents, Sirius to a battle of revenge. I was also scared because he offered me a home even though he did not know me, what if something happened to him my only shot at a normal life?

Then finally the Tri -Wizard Tournament. My worst fear intensified as I aided Voldemort's rise to power and killed Cedric in the process.

My anger turned to a rage so powerful it yearned to escape my body. I was out of control, all my thoughts, all the things I could never have, images flooded my mind with "what ifs," and energy crackled around me. An image of my dead mother holding me protectively in her arms broke the spell and the door of the small cupboard burst open.

Though in a world of pain I stood and stalked into the kitchen going right up to uncle Vernon and got right in his face.

"Payback's a bitch uncle." I snarled at him. Grabbing a turkey leg I gave my aunt and cousin a glare, then stalked silently out of the house.