Disclaimer: And the reason for which I don't own Harry Potter is that I've
no idea what happens in the next books and my name ain't J.K. Rowling. So,
don't sue!
Dedication: I forgot this for a while -sorry-. Dedicated to the Red Dragons Order, the one who brought me to this site and whose stories I love.
Author's Note: Aw, look how short it came out. Well, the next one might be longer. Might.
Chapter 17: Snakes and Dogs
The group of students who usually went to Towers' special classes gaped when they saw who was in there. A blond boy was sitting on a chair behind the first desk of the classroom, looking over some papers under the careful eye of the Defence Professor.
The blond boy was known to all of them and the silver snake attached to his robes showed his personality exactly.
"Ah, nice to see you!" Towers said. "I do believe you know Draco Malfoy, don't you?"
"Yes, Professor. What is he doing here?" asked Harry, but his words were covered by Ron's.
"No way that idiot will be here with us!"
"Five points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley" said Towers, looking a bit unpleased. "Draco is here exactly for the same reason you are and under my invitation, such as yourselves, may I remind you."
"But why?" Hermione asked. "He doesn't get well with any of us and he'll just use any chance he has to betray us."
"Not necessarily" Towers replied. "His father and not him was a Death Eater. I believe he is just as ok as any of you, once he gets rid of his father's ideas. Now, you will accept him here, since you all said it would be alright for me to as whomever I want."
"Yes, Professor" Hermione answered and Ron just looked annoyed at the boy. Harry felt quite weird. He somehow trusted Towers and Towers trusted Draco and Draco would now be with them, but he also distrusted and despised the Slytherin. And what if Draco turned against them and told Voldemort about. about what, exactly? Anyway, Draco was not to be trusted or befriended with.
"Now, there is something I'd like to show all of you" Towers said and went to his desk, opened a drawer and removed a book. Hermione looked curiously towards it. "It's called the Book of Kings and my Master gave it to me so that I can show you this."
While the others were wondering why on Earth he always talked about his Master, he placed the book on the teacher's desk and everybody moved close to see what it was. Towers was searching through it, trying to find the thing he wanted.
"Ah, here it is!" he said and pointed to a page with a large picture on it. The picture was still and it showed a king on his throne. He looked like a king, alright. He looked tall and powerful and had a sword. "He was a wizard, but he had a weird kind of power: wand less magic, like moving objects or turning on fire. Not too much of the hexes or curses, though. I do believe he didn't like wands."
He took out his own wand and pointed it at the book.
"Show me" he said and the picture started moving. It even had sound. It was like a Muggle TV, only book-sized.
The king stood up and started pacing in front of his throne.
"I wish I knew what will happen" he said to a person they couldn't yet see.
"No one knows what will happen. Just Seers get sometimes to see part of possible futures" a female voice said.
"I know. Gryffindor said, however, that he might help us. He said that he and Slytherin have come up with a plan which they hope will work."
"What plan milord?" the voice asked and a woman appeared in the picture. She had beautiful brown eyes and hair and a kind face, but a warrior-type look to counter the kindness. Towers didn't make any comment.
"He said that he'll find Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and ask them to help build a school."
"How will a school help us?"
"It will provide well-trained wizards every year. They said they're thinking about how to teach and everything."
"It's great then! But tell me, is this Hufflepuff trustable? I know Gryffindor's on our side since always and Slytherin's alright, he's unbreakable from Gryffindor and I know Ravenclaw personally, but how's Hufflepuff?"
The ones outside the book gaped. Slytherin? Unbreakable from Gryffindor? Trustable? On their side? But the action continued.
"She's a wonderful, working, loving woman. She's the type of a person who'd never betray anybody. The perfect friend."
"Then, it will be wonderful!" she said and smiled. "This war will be going nowhere for our dearest enemies."
"Stop" Towers said, pointing his wand at the book. "This was the part that interested us. Have any questions?"
"Damn right we do!" Draco said. "What's up with this Gryffindor-Slytherin friendship?"
Towers smiled.
"I knew you'd ask of that. Well, you see, at the beginning, good old Gryffindor was a good friend of Slytherin's. Godric and Salazar, the brave and the cunning, always together in the perfect team."
"Perfect team?!" came the voices of Ron and Draco in the same time. "But what about the Chamber of Secrets?" asked Draco.
"That was many years after." Towers replied. "But until then, they were well known as great friends. As were Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. And together they built this wonderful school, each of them taking whatever students they liked. Hufflepuff took all those who weren't correspondent to any group."
"So, she took all the stupid cowards" said Draco and Towers chuckled.
"No, she took the friendly and easily trusting, good and hard working kids" he said.
"What did they say about the war?" Hermione asked.
"Ah, ever the clever and attentive one, aren't you? Well, there was a war about to begin right about then, but it never did and nobody knows why. Maybe the enemy got scared of Hogwarts? We might never know."
Towers paused and looked at all of them and smiled.
"I know that the friendship between the houses can be restored again, even after one thousand years. I trust that it will be possible to do now."
"Slim chance!" Draco said and glared at the others. Towers just sighed and sat on a desk, looking a bit despaired.
"Of course, I think it might take a while."
Amala started laughing and the others stared at her.
"I'm sorry" she said. "It's just that. I don't know."
"It's ok" the Professor said then gave them an enthusiastic smile. "So, how about we practice some defence against hexes today?"
The others all looked at each other. They all knew what that meant: Towers would cast hexes at them and they'd have to watch out and counter them. Which was really, really, really difficult due to the speed of the man. Yep, they all knew what it meant to laugh your head off because you couldn't duck in time or to have your face covered in boils. Or even worse! You could get yourself spitting slugs. In less then one second, they all agreed on an answer:
"NOOO!"
The Professor just laughed.
/*-/*-/*-/*-/*-
Later, in the Gryffindor common room, there were three people talking to the fire. Well, not exactly to the fire itself, but the head in it.
"So, how are you, kiddo?" the head asked.
"Fine. How's everything, Sirius?"
"It's serious" Sirius answered and noticed nobody laughed. "You people don't appreciate a good joke!"
"Yes we do. The first ten times" a bushy-haired girl answered.
"Or maybe even twenty" a green eyed boy added.
"Thirty would be ok with me" a red haired boy answered.
"But this must be the one hundredth time" the green eyed boy answered.
"No, it can't be!" Sirius said. "Come on Harry!"
"Actually I think it is" the red haired said.
"Ron! Come on."
"They might be right." the girl said.
"Not you too, Hermione!" Sirius said. "Come on, I used to hear a lot of Sirius-serious jokes in my time!"
"Never mind that" Hermione said. "Come on, Sirius, tell us about how it's all going at your place."
Sirius sighed.
"Alright, alright. So, everything's calm. Too calm, if I may say so"
'The calm before the storm' Harry thought. Now why did he think that? Oh, yeah, because that was what Sirius's face was showing. It was a pity that they couldn't talk freely, but no other Gryffindors knew of Sirius being in the Order or anything, so they had to speak in codes. Actually, the others were quite few, but still.
"We have a problem with a rat" Sirius said. "He disappeared and we're afraid he'll eat a big part of our food."
Harry stared at Sirius. What did that have to do with anyth- oh. Pettigrew.
"And the rat's master hasn't shown his face around. Weird, I thought he would by now. Sits in his room and does nothing. I wonder if he knows what his rat's doing."
Greaaat. Harry had to decipher every word. What could be better? His stomach groaned again and he felt sorry they had missed dinner. Well, they had went to that room again and read. But he should go to the kitchens.
"And we feel that the rat will set his fellows free" Sirius continued and, for one reason or another, Hermione glared at him. "And Albus got us a new flower! A wonderful flower, a rose, a very rare rose"
Harry stared at him. What the-? What on Earth did flowers have to do with anything?! Or, was it a code? Maybe. But what flower? Maybe a potion flower? No. Maybe Neville would know. Meanwhile, Sirius kept babbling about the flower.
"Quite a beautiful flower" Sirius continued. "And it's going to help us."
Oh, well, he could always catch up later.
"And how's school?"
"Great" Harry said. "Have anything on Towers?"
"No, and neither do I have anything on roofs either" Sirius replied and Hermione turned to glare at Harry. "But I might have something on dungeons."
Roofs? Dungeons? Huh?
"Well, gotta go! See you in two or three days!" Sirius said and disappeared.
Hermione turned to the others.
"Ron, could I please see that thing Sirius gave you?" she asked.
"What thing? Hermione, Sirius didn't give me anything." Ron said and then realization dawned on his face.
"Look, look, Ron can't tell what his girlfriend means. Boy, Ron, are you thick!" Seamus said.
Harry turned to the two of them who looked at Seamus, Ron's ears red.
"She's not my girlfriend" he answered.
"No wonder she isn't" Seamus turned it. "You couldn't tell if she liked you if she came up to you and kissed you in an empty classroom. Even Snape must be brighter than that when it comes up to girlfriends!"
Amala started laughing, turning slightly red.
"Snape. girlfriend" she said when Seamus stared at her. "Come on, where do you get those?"
"Um. yeah." the boy answered and Amala blessed the fact that she was considered sometimes weird for laughing at strange times and at half-jokes.
Harry turned around to see that Hermione had gone and he himself made his way to the dormitories, where he found her. Soon enough, Ron and Amala came upstairs.
"Did you hear that?!" Amala said. "Is he at Divination?"
"Yes, he is, but that doesn't mean he knows something about it" Ron said.
"Harry, I can't believe you said that" Hermione said, a bit more serious.
"Said what?"
"Asked about Towers!" she said, in a high-pitched tone.
"What about it?"
"Why would he have any information on Towers, when he's a freshly-cleared criminal?"
"Well, he could. he could. He could know him from before!"
"No way, Harry! You made it quite clear he was researching something. No wonder he answered you like that. Thank God he had enough brains to say something about other construction things."
Harry looked at her admiringly. Did she really think about everything? Oh, and by the way.
"He also said something a flower. He kept repeating that."
Hermione looked at him and smiled mischievously.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Not for all of us" Ron answered.
"It is for us" Amala said.
"Sirius has a crush." Hermione said, smiling and Harry and Ron gaped.
"A crush?" Harry asked. "On whom?"
"Well, that I don't know" Amala said.
Hermione was just about to say something when the door to the bedroom opened and Dean came in.
"Oh, sorry! 'm I interrupting something?" he asked.
"No, we were just leaving" Hermione said and dragged Amala after her.
Dean just smirked after them.
"Now, what were the four of you doing in here?" he asked, in an incredibly insinuating tone.
"Shut up, Dean!" the two boys said in the same time and Harry collapsed on his bed. What would happen now? And what, what was the Dark Bastard cooking -planning, he meant planning. Must not miss dinner again.
/*-/*-/*-/*-
That night, Voldemort was seriously considering just blasting the whole world to pieces. The Order of the Blasted Red Bird had a mole. And that mole was somewhere in his inner circle.
"Bellatrix, please call my dearest servant, will you?"
"Yes, M-master" he said and left for the man.
How could everything go so wrong? Then, there was the Towers business. The man knew too much and could do too much for his own good. He had to be eliminated. But how? Well, he'd probably have to do it personally. The Ministry obviously didn't want him to go to prison. Or was it again Dumbledore's hand? Or was the man covering up for himself?
And then there were the other lands. Take the elven land for example. Somebody had found a way to their kingdoms, that was for sure. And if somebody else could do it, then so could he. Elves. They never interfered in mortal business, but Voldemort would in their. He wanted those lands. But not now, after this thing with conquer-the-world was over.
And then there was Potter. Harry Potter. The one mentioned in the prophecy. The one who had the power to kill him. Alas, he would definitely kill the boy as soon as he had a good occasion. And no more dueling-having fun business, that was for sure. No, now he'd kill him quickly. He had seen too much in his time not to do it like that. Take for instance all the examples of stories when the bad guys lost because they explained their whole bloody plan to the good guy.
And after Harry Bloody Potter, there was the Green Flame Torch rumor. Not a good one and he, Voldemort, didn't like it. He'd try to get it and destroy it, so that it could never be used again. Ha! Maybe Potter would get this one too and then he'd eliminate him and the Torch fast.
Next on his problem-list there was the 'Wormtail is an idiot' problem. Ah, the rat didn't hurry up with anything, did he? Maybe he needed more. motivation.
Voldemort grinned. That would be good. Giving motivation to Wormtail. Where was the rat when you needed him? Staying far away from his Cruciatus Curse, that was sure.
Last but not least was the best-servants-still-in-prison business. Why didn't Wormtail hurry up?! And where was his servant?!
As if on cue, the door opened and a an came in.
"Barty Crouch, what took you so long?!" Voldemort asked, glaring.
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Author's Note: Yes, kiddies, I know what happened to him at the end of book four. But Voldemort doesn't, now does he? *smiles mischievously*. So, what will happen next, what will happen next? Ten points to whomever knows whom Sirius is in love with, ten to whomever knows what's up with Barty and fifty to the one who kicks Voldie's arse. That said, onward, my friends!
To those of you who don't know this, I once had a passion for physics. Here's one of the jokes I most like about the subject:
Some time ago a piece of paper was posted around here where I study saying something like this: "Theory is when you know how it works but it still doesn't. Practice is when it works but you don't know why. In this Department [Physics], theory and practice are joined together: nothing works and no one knows why!"
Don't know why I wrote it *shrugs to emphasize point*, but it's here. So, Read, review and somebody please tell me what TBC stands for. -in fanfictions-.
Thanks to: Skillz: I'm glad you like my story!
markoftheantiherO: Well, don't worry, I won't consider that you stole him. Trust me, there is now way in which he could be exactly as your character. And it's interesting to consider him the manifestation of the Green Flame Torch, but no. I'm afraid he isn't it. The Green Flame Torch has a way different type of consciousness from a human being. It is -how can I say this?- an object that can't exactly think or feel in the normal way, but which can somehow understand things. Towers is a human being, with the characteristic way of thinking. So, I'm glad you like my story! R&R
the Red Dragons Order: Sorry I forgot your dedication for so long, but then again, I also forgot when my dad's birthday is. The point is, I forget a lot. Sorry. I also hope that you got the chapter this time.
Dedication: I forgot this for a while -sorry-. Dedicated to the Red Dragons Order, the one who brought me to this site and whose stories I love.
Author's Note: Aw, look how short it came out. Well, the next one might be longer. Might.
Chapter 17: Snakes and Dogs
The group of students who usually went to Towers' special classes gaped when they saw who was in there. A blond boy was sitting on a chair behind the first desk of the classroom, looking over some papers under the careful eye of the Defence Professor.
The blond boy was known to all of them and the silver snake attached to his robes showed his personality exactly.
"Ah, nice to see you!" Towers said. "I do believe you know Draco Malfoy, don't you?"
"Yes, Professor. What is he doing here?" asked Harry, but his words were covered by Ron's.
"No way that idiot will be here with us!"
"Five points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley" said Towers, looking a bit unpleased. "Draco is here exactly for the same reason you are and under my invitation, such as yourselves, may I remind you."
"But why?" Hermione asked. "He doesn't get well with any of us and he'll just use any chance he has to betray us."
"Not necessarily" Towers replied. "His father and not him was a Death Eater. I believe he is just as ok as any of you, once he gets rid of his father's ideas. Now, you will accept him here, since you all said it would be alright for me to as whomever I want."
"Yes, Professor" Hermione answered and Ron just looked annoyed at the boy. Harry felt quite weird. He somehow trusted Towers and Towers trusted Draco and Draco would now be with them, but he also distrusted and despised the Slytherin. And what if Draco turned against them and told Voldemort about. about what, exactly? Anyway, Draco was not to be trusted or befriended with.
"Now, there is something I'd like to show all of you" Towers said and went to his desk, opened a drawer and removed a book. Hermione looked curiously towards it. "It's called the Book of Kings and my Master gave it to me so that I can show you this."
While the others were wondering why on Earth he always talked about his Master, he placed the book on the teacher's desk and everybody moved close to see what it was. Towers was searching through it, trying to find the thing he wanted.
"Ah, here it is!" he said and pointed to a page with a large picture on it. The picture was still and it showed a king on his throne. He looked like a king, alright. He looked tall and powerful and had a sword. "He was a wizard, but he had a weird kind of power: wand less magic, like moving objects or turning on fire. Not too much of the hexes or curses, though. I do believe he didn't like wands."
He took out his own wand and pointed it at the book.
"Show me" he said and the picture started moving. It even had sound. It was like a Muggle TV, only book-sized.
The king stood up and started pacing in front of his throne.
"I wish I knew what will happen" he said to a person they couldn't yet see.
"No one knows what will happen. Just Seers get sometimes to see part of possible futures" a female voice said.
"I know. Gryffindor said, however, that he might help us. He said that he and Slytherin have come up with a plan which they hope will work."
"What plan milord?" the voice asked and a woman appeared in the picture. She had beautiful brown eyes and hair and a kind face, but a warrior-type look to counter the kindness. Towers didn't make any comment.
"He said that he'll find Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and ask them to help build a school."
"How will a school help us?"
"It will provide well-trained wizards every year. They said they're thinking about how to teach and everything."
"It's great then! But tell me, is this Hufflepuff trustable? I know Gryffindor's on our side since always and Slytherin's alright, he's unbreakable from Gryffindor and I know Ravenclaw personally, but how's Hufflepuff?"
The ones outside the book gaped. Slytherin? Unbreakable from Gryffindor? Trustable? On their side? But the action continued.
"She's a wonderful, working, loving woman. She's the type of a person who'd never betray anybody. The perfect friend."
"Then, it will be wonderful!" she said and smiled. "This war will be going nowhere for our dearest enemies."
"Stop" Towers said, pointing his wand at the book. "This was the part that interested us. Have any questions?"
"Damn right we do!" Draco said. "What's up with this Gryffindor-Slytherin friendship?"
Towers smiled.
"I knew you'd ask of that. Well, you see, at the beginning, good old Gryffindor was a good friend of Slytherin's. Godric and Salazar, the brave and the cunning, always together in the perfect team."
"Perfect team?!" came the voices of Ron and Draco in the same time. "But what about the Chamber of Secrets?" asked Draco.
"That was many years after." Towers replied. "But until then, they were well known as great friends. As were Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. And together they built this wonderful school, each of them taking whatever students they liked. Hufflepuff took all those who weren't correspondent to any group."
"So, she took all the stupid cowards" said Draco and Towers chuckled.
"No, she took the friendly and easily trusting, good and hard working kids" he said.
"What did they say about the war?" Hermione asked.
"Ah, ever the clever and attentive one, aren't you? Well, there was a war about to begin right about then, but it never did and nobody knows why. Maybe the enemy got scared of Hogwarts? We might never know."
Towers paused and looked at all of them and smiled.
"I know that the friendship between the houses can be restored again, even after one thousand years. I trust that it will be possible to do now."
"Slim chance!" Draco said and glared at the others. Towers just sighed and sat on a desk, looking a bit despaired.
"Of course, I think it might take a while."
Amala started laughing and the others stared at her.
"I'm sorry" she said. "It's just that. I don't know."
"It's ok" the Professor said then gave them an enthusiastic smile. "So, how about we practice some defence against hexes today?"
The others all looked at each other. They all knew what that meant: Towers would cast hexes at them and they'd have to watch out and counter them. Which was really, really, really difficult due to the speed of the man. Yep, they all knew what it meant to laugh your head off because you couldn't duck in time or to have your face covered in boils. Or even worse! You could get yourself spitting slugs. In less then one second, they all agreed on an answer:
"NOOO!"
The Professor just laughed.
/*-/*-/*-/*-/*-
Later, in the Gryffindor common room, there were three people talking to the fire. Well, not exactly to the fire itself, but the head in it.
"So, how are you, kiddo?" the head asked.
"Fine. How's everything, Sirius?"
"It's serious" Sirius answered and noticed nobody laughed. "You people don't appreciate a good joke!"
"Yes we do. The first ten times" a bushy-haired girl answered.
"Or maybe even twenty" a green eyed boy added.
"Thirty would be ok with me" a red haired boy answered.
"But this must be the one hundredth time" the green eyed boy answered.
"No, it can't be!" Sirius said. "Come on Harry!"
"Actually I think it is" the red haired said.
"Ron! Come on."
"They might be right." the girl said.
"Not you too, Hermione!" Sirius said. "Come on, I used to hear a lot of Sirius-serious jokes in my time!"
"Never mind that" Hermione said. "Come on, Sirius, tell us about how it's all going at your place."
Sirius sighed.
"Alright, alright. So, everything's calm. Too calm, if I may say so"
'The calm before the storm' Harry thought. Now why did he think that? Oh, yeah, because that was what Sirius's face was showing. It was a pity that they couldn't talk freely, but no other Gryffindors knew of Sirius being in the Order or anything, so they had to speak in codes. Actually, the others were quite few, but still.
"We have a problem with a rat" Sirius said. "He disappeared and we're afraid he'll eat a big part of our food."
Harry stared at Sirius. What did that have to do with anyth- oh. Pettigrew.
"And the rat's master hasn't shown his face around. Weird, I thought he would by now. Sits in his room and does nothing. I wonder if he knows what his rat's doing."
Greaaat. Harry had to decipher every word. What could be better? His stomach groaned again and he felt sorry they had missed dinner. Well, they had went to that room again and read. But he should go to the kitchens.
"And we feel that the rat will set his fellows free" Sirius continued and, for one reason or another, Hermione glared at him. "And Albus got us a new flower! A wonderful flower, a rose, a very rare rose"
Harry stared at him. What the-? What on Earth did flowers have to do with anything?! Or, was it a code? Maybe. But what flower? Maybe a potion flower? No. Maybe Neville would know. Meanwhile, Sirius kept babbling about the flower.
"Quite a beautiful flower" Sirius continued. "And it's going to help us."
Oh, well, he could always catch up later.
"And how's school?"
"Great" Harry said. "Have anything on Towers?"
"No, and neither do I have anything on roofs either" Sirius replied and Hermione turned to glare at Harry. "But I might have something on dungeons."
Roofs? Dungeons? Huh?
"Well, gotta go! See you in two or three days!" Sirius said and disappeared.
Hermione turned to the others.
"Ron, could I please see that thing Sirius gave you?" she asked.
"What thing? Hermione, Sirius didn't give me anything." Ron said and then realization dawned on his face.
"Look, look, Ron can't tell what his girlfriend means. Boy, Ron, are you thick!" Seamus said.
Harry turned to the two of them who looked at Seamus, Ron's ears red.
"She's not my girlfriend" he answered.
"No wonder she isn't" Seamus turned it. "You couldn't tell if she liked you if she came up to you and kissed you in an empty classroom. Even Snape must be brighter than that when it comes up to girlfriends!"
Amala started laughing, turning slightly red.
"Snape. girlfriend" she said when Seamus stared at her. "Come on, where do you get those?"
"Um. yeah." the boy answered and Amala blessed the fact that she was considered sometimes weird for laughing at strange times and at half-jokes.
Harry turned around to see that Hermione had gone and he himself made his way to the dormitories, where he found her. Soon enough, Ron and Amala came upstairs.
"Did you hear that?!" Amala said. "Is he at Divination?"
"Yes, he is, but that doesn't mean he knows something about it" Ron said.
"Harry, I can't believe you said that" Hermione said, a bit more serious.
"Said what?"
"Asked about Towers!" she said, in a high-pitched tone.
"What about it?"
"Why would he have any information on Towers, when he's a freshly-cleared criminal?"
"Well, he could. he could. He could know him from before!"
"No way, Harry! You made it quite clear he was researching something. No wonder he answered you like that. Thank God he had enough brains to say something about other construction things."
Harry looked at her admiringly. Did she really think about everything? Oh, and by the way.
"He also said something a flower. He kept repeating that."
Hermione looked at him and smiled mischievously.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Not for all of us" Ron answered.
"It is for us" Amala said.
"Sirius has a crush." Hermione said, smiling and Harry and Ron gaped.
"A crush?" Harry asked. "On whom?"
"Well, that I don't know" Amala said.
Hermione was just about to say something when the door to the bedroom opened and Dean came in.
"Oh, sorry! 'm I interrupting something?" he asked.
"No, we were just leaving" Hermione said and dragged Amala after her.
Dean just smirked after them.
"Now, what were the four of you doing in here?" he asked, in an incredibly insinuating tone.
"Shut up, Dean!" the two boys said in the same time and Harry collapsed on his bed. What would happen now? And what, what was the Dark Bastard cooking -planning, he meant planning. Must not miss dinner again.
/*-/*-/*-/*-
That night, Voldemort was seriously considering just blasting the whole world to pieces. The Order of the Blasted Red Bird had a mole. And that mole was somewhere in his inner circle.
"Bellatrix, please call my dearest servant, will you?"
"Yes, M-master" he said and left for the man.
How could everything go so wrong? Then, there was the Towers business. The man knew too much and could do too much for his own good. He had to be eliminated. But how? Well, he'd probably have to do it personally. The Ministry obviously didn't want him to go to prison. Or was it again Dumbledore's hand? Or was the man covering up for himself?
And then there were the other lands. Take the elven land for example. Somebody had found a way to their kingdoms, that was for sure. And if somebody else could do it, then so could he. Elves. They never interfered in mortal business, but Voldemort would in their. He wanted those lands. But not now, after this thing with conquer-the-world was over.
And then there was Potter. Harry Potter. The one mentioned in the prophecy. The one who had the power to kill him. Alas, he would definitely kill the boy as soon as he had a good occasion. And no more dueling-having fun business, that was for sure. No, now he'd kill him quickly. He had seen too much in his time not to do it like that. Take for instance all the examples of stories when the bad guys lost because they explained their whole bloody plan to the good guy.
And after Harry Bloody Potter, there was the Green Flame Torch rumor. Not a good one and he, Voldemort, didn't like it. He'd try to get it and destroy it, so that it could never be used again. Ha! Maybe Potter would get this one too and then he'd eliminate him and the Torch fast.
Next on his problem-list there was the 'Wormtail is an idiot' problem. Ah, the rat didn't hurry up with anything, did he? Maybe he needed more. motivation.
Voldemort grinned. That would be good. Giving motivation to Wormtail. Where was the rat when you needed him? Staying far away from his Cruciatus Curse, that was sure.
Last but not least was the best-servants-still-in-prison business. Why didn't Wormtail hurry up?! And where was his servant?!
As if on cue, the door opened and a an came in.
"Barty Crouch, what took you so long?!" Voldemort asked, glaring.
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Author's Note: Yes, kiddies, I know what happened to him at the end of book four. But Voldemort doesn't, now does he? *smiles mischievously*. So, what will happen next, what will happen next? Ten points to whomever knows whom Sirius is in love with, ten to whomever knows what's up with Barty and fifty to the one who kicks Voldie's arse. That said, onward, my friends!
To those of you who don't know this, I once had a passion for physics. Here's one of the jokes I most like about the subject:
Some time ago a piece of paper was posted around here where I study saying something like this: "Theory is when you know how it works but it still doesn't. Practice is when it works but you don't know why. In this Department [Physics], theory and practice are joined together: nothing works and no one knows why!"
Don't know why I wrote it *shrugs to emphasize point*, but it's here. So, Read, review and somebody please tell me what TBC stands for. -in fanfictions-.
Thanks to: Skillz: I'm glad you like my story!
markoftheantiherO: Well, don't worry, I won't consider that you stole him. Trust me, there is now way in which he could be exactly as your character. And it's interesting to consider him the manifestation of the Green Flame Torch, but no. I'm afraid he isn't it. The Green Flame Torch has a way different type of consciousness from a human being. It is -how can I say this?- an object that can't exactly think or feel in the normal way, but which can somehow understand things. Towers is a human being, with the characteristic way of thinking. So, I'm glad you like my story! R&R
the Red Dragons Order: Sorry I forgot your dedication for so long, but then again, I also forgot when my dad's birthday is. The point is, I forget a lot. Sorry. I also hope that you got the chapter this time.