Summary: A long trek has finally brought the only prisoner to escape Azkaban to Hogwarts' doors. Now that he is there, how is he to get at the traitorous rat?
Author's Notes: Meh...again with the meh. Well, I'm just posting this before I start to work on my research paper (which is due the day after tomorrow, but I have a feeling I can handle it. 5 1/2 pages? Pfft!). Anyway, I'm still trying to get my thoughts back in order (reading some of POA really kind of helped!), but I'll be sure to have something out at the promised date (note that there is an IMPORTANT notice posted in my profile). Until then--enjoy the read! .
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. :p
It had taken weeks, and he had almost been spotted several times by people when he'd been just too exhausted to keep up his Animagus form--luckily, he'd managed to hide away whenever they had paused before giving a second glance--but he had made it to Hogwarts. He'd almost been lost in Hogsmeade, as he hadn't know where he was, when he'd spotted a couple of students hiding in an alleyway.
Weasleys, he knew. A pair of twins that appeared to have snuck out of Hogwarts.
They had appeared to be bent over a piece of parchment, discussing plans of a sort. It was always good to know Hogwarts still had some mischief makers in her.
That had been about two days ago.
Each passage he had tried to use to get into the wizarding school seemed to be collapsed or watched by nervous house elves. He felt like hurting whoever had done such a thing as tell where the passages were. He'd also mentally kicked himself for forgetting how the collapsed tunnels had gotten that way. Honestly, did he remember nothing from Fifth Year?
He'd finally managed to find an entrance, though, and he'd headed stright to Gryffindor Tower. No one appeared to be around, so he quickly turned himself human as he slowly approached the Fat Lady's portrait--how long had it been the password protector?
"Password?" she asked distractedly.
He licked his lips and wet his throat before he said, "You have to let me in."
The Fat Lady faced him and froze, staring in horror. He didn't care. He needed to get in. The rat was right inside!
"You!" she cried. "You will not enter this tower without a password--!"
"I'm already in the bloody tower!" He was almost shaking with annoyance. "Let me in the Common Room!"
She cowered in her portrait, remembering his temper from back in his Hogwarts days. "Even if the Potter boy weren't already safe at the feast, you wouldn't get in without a password! Leave now!"
He exploded, "Let me in, you damnable wench!"
The Fat Lady's jaw dropped as she furiously shook her head, terrified. He snapped, going crazy at the thought of how close he was to the damn rodent, with only the bloody portrait standing in his way! So, he screamed out an almost-howl of fury as he clawed at the painting.
Among many other incoherent words, he found himself shouting over and over, "LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!"
The Fat Lady screamed in fright and started to run out of the torn portrait.
He stopped as the Fat Lady rushed by in in another painting and roared, "GET BACK HERE!" But she was long gone, and he knew that he couldn't be admitted entrance. Dumbledore would hear who had done such a thing and would be on the lookout for him. He knew this without a doubt, and he hated himself for knowing.
With bleeding knuckles, he pulled at his hair, trying to get a grip on himself. There would be another chance, he assured himself. He'd just have to wait and be patient until his chance came.
For a long while, he stayed in the hall, lost and not knowing what to do. He would have surely been spotted if he hadn't heard the many footsteps coming his way.
The students had finished the feast, he realized before he turned into Padfoot and rushed to the shadows. He couldn't go anywhere else then because the students were slowly filing their way up to the portrait before they stopped and stared, shocked.
"Let me through, please," he heard one student say over the bustling and crowded students. "What's the holdup here? You can't all have forgotten the password--excuse me, I'm Head Boy--"
Through his rage-filled mind, he barely realized that the students fell silent as they saw his handy-work before the boy who had pushed his way to the front said, "Someone get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."
While staring at the crowd of students, he saw a glimse of Harry just before Albus Dumbledore arrived, managing to get through the clump easily. He only glanced at the ruined painting before he looked back down the corridor.
Having had enough, he slowly made his way out of the shadows and down the corridor as three professors rushed over to Dumbledore. Rage continued to boil within him as he cursed the Fat Lady for stopping him. He would have gotten the rat! He would have been free! Now he was condemned to hiding in shadows until the right time!
Damn his luck, he thought as he hid himself in a crook in a wall behind a snoring suit of armor. Oh, he'd wait for his chance, but it would just make things even worse for poor little Wormtail when he would finally get a hold of him.
He couldn't stay in his hiding place long, but he needed to think. In order to think clearly, he had to calm himself. Luckily, he managed to calm himself within minutes, and after those minutes, he was racing for the passage out of Hogwarts. He'd bide his time until the right moment. Of that he was most sure of.
Author's Notes: Right. That's the end of that! ." I'll see you all whenever I see you! Ja ne! .!
Author's Notes: Meh...again with the meh. Well, I'm just posting this before I start to work on my research paper (which is due the day after tomorrow, but I have a feeling I can handle it. 5 1/2 pages? Pfft!). Anyway, I'm still trying to get my thoughts back in order (reading some of POA really kind of helped!), but I'll be sure to have something out at the promised date (note that there is an IMPORTANT notice posted in my profile). Until then--enjoy the read! .
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. :p
It had taken weeks, and he had almost been spotted several times by people when he'd been just too exhausted to keep up his Animagus form--luckily, he'd managed to hide away whenever they had paused before giving a second glance--but he had made it to Hogwarts. He'd almost been lost in Hogsmeade, as he hadn't know where he was, when he'd spotted a couple of students hiding in an alleyway.
Weasleys, he knew. A pair of twins that appeared to have snuck out of Hogwarts.
They had appeared to be bent over a piece of parchment, discussing plans of a sort. It was always good to know Hogwarts still had some mischief makers in her.
That had been about two days ago.
Each passage he had tried to use to get into the wizarding school seemed to be collapsed or watched by nervous house elves. He felt like hurting whoever had done such a thing as tell where the passages were. He'd also mentally kicked himself for forgetting how the collapsed tunnels had gotten that way. Honestly, did he remember nothing from Fifth Year?
He'd finally managed to find an entrance, though, and he'd headed stright to Gryffindor Tower. No one appeared to be around, so he quickly turned himself human as he slowly approached the Fat Lady's portrait--how long had it been the password protector?
"Password?" she asked distractedly.
He licked his lips and wet his throat before he said, "You have to let me in."
The Fat Lady faced him and froze, staring in horror. He didn't care. He needed to get in. The rat was right inside!
"You!" she cried. "You will not enter this tower without a password--!"
"I'm already in the bloody tower!" He was almost shaking with annoyance. "Let me in the Common Room!"
She cowered in her portrait, remembering his temper from back in his Hogwarts days. "Even if the Potter boy weren't already safe at the feast, you wouldn't get in without a password! Leave now!"
He exploded, "Let me in, you damnable wench!"
The Fat Lady's jaw dropped as she furiously shook her head, terrified. He snapped, going crazy at the thought of how close he was to the damn rodent, with only the bloody portrait standing in his way! So, he screamed out an almost-howl of fury as he clawed at the painting.
Among many other incoherent words, he found himself shouting over and over, "LET ME IN! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!"
The Fat Lady screamed in fright and started to run out of the torn portrait.
He stopped as the Fat Lady rushed by in in another painting and roared, "GET BACK HERE!" But she was long gone, and he knew that he couldn't be admitted entrance. Dumbledore would hear who had done such a thing and would be on the lookout for him. He knew this without a doubt, and he hated himself for knowing.
With bleeding knuckles, he pulled at his hair, trying to get a grip on himself. There would be another chance, he assured himself. He'd just have to wait and be patient until his chance came.
For a long while, he stayed in the hall, lost and not knowing what to do. He would have surely been spotted if he hadn't heard the many footsteps coming his way.
The students had finished the feast, he realized before he turned into Padfoot and rushed to the shadows. He couldn't go anywhere else then because the students were slowly filing their way up to the portrait before they stopped and stared, shocked.
"Let me through, please," he heard one student say over the bustling and crowded students. "What's the holdup here? You can't all have forgotten the password--excuse me, I'm Head Boy--"
Through his rage-filled mind, he barely realized that the students fell silent as they saw his handy-work before the boy who had pushed his way to the front said, "Someone get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."
While staring at the crowd of students, he saw a glimse of Harry just before Albus Dumbledore arrived, managing to get through the clump easily. He only glanced at the ruined painting before he looked back down the corridor.
Having had enough, he slowly made his way out of the shadows and down the corridor as three professors rushed over to Dumbledore. Rage continued to boil within him as he cursed the Fat Lady for stopping him. He would have gotten the rat! He would have been free! Now he was condemned to hiding in shadows until the right time!
Damn his luck, he thought as he hid himself in a crook in a wall behind a snoring suit of armor. Oh, he'd wait for his chance, but it would just make things even worse for poor little Wormtail when he would finally get a hold of him.
He couldn't stay in his hiding place long, but he needed to think. In order to think clearly, he had to calm himself. Luckily, he managed to calm himself within minutes, and after those minutes, he was racing for the passage out of Hogwarts. He'd bide his time until the right moment. Of that he was most sure of.
Author's Notes: Right. That's the end of that! ." I'll see you all whenever I see you! Ja ne! .!