Disclaimer: I do not own Malfoy or anybody stainger, I dont own Harry
Potter or Hermione Granger.
Chapter 3
"Closer Wormtail, closer." The flames jumped and flickered across the face of a small porky man aluminating his petrified expression.
"Yes Master?"
"Did you dispose of them Wormtail? Did you make sure that they died?
"Yes Master." Peter groveled.
"Good, everything is going as planned. Now all we need to do is kill a person that is close to Harry Potter. Then our plans will be complete."
"Yes Master, I look forward to it. When will we kill our...victim?"
"Why tonight of coarse. When they are in their sleep. I have something to ask you Peter." Voldemort said chillingly
"What is it Master?" Peter Petigrew asked, though he already knew what.
"Do you find it funny to betray me? Me, Lord Voldemort, the one who has protected your sorry ass for these PAST TWO YEARS? A Death Eater does not try to cover who he believes in Wormtail. Steve Jenkins said the he saw you trying to put a vanishing charm to make the symbol of your allience, to the greatest wizard of all time, disapeer. Is this true Wormtail?
"Master...Lord, Sire, I can explain...I...um... had to um... go to the ...doctor's office... and..."
"WERE YOU SICK WORMTAIL?" At this Peter Petigrew shook his head the shook his whole body out of fear. "I didn't think so. You do know what happend to Issac Anderson when he tried to avoid me, hide from me, just last week? No Peter? Well then, look in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. Sadly, you will not live to see it. Good bye, Peter." With that the room was flodded with green light as Voldemort uttered two words that no one wants to hear.
Harry awoke abruptly with the feeling of sweat dripping from his hair. Was this dream he just had true? It certainly could have been. He started thinking about Mr. Weasley and the night he got attacked. He put on his glasses and looked at the clock, 1:34 am. (A/N that was the time i worte this. too much caffine. lol) Voldermort was trying to kill someone close to him. Someone that he cared for. Someone that meant something, impacted his life. Who? Who would Voldemort kill this time? Who would meet the same fate as Harry's parents, or Cedric, or...Sirius?
He sat in the chilling darkness thinking of Cho, trying to forget about the dream he'd just had. He could just picture her shoulder length brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes. Where would they go on their date? What would they do? "Only time will tell." Thought Harry Potter.
Harry felt his eyelids getting lower and lower. "No I can't go to sleep. What if someone gets attacked. Someone I know?" Harry moaned tiredly. He tried to stay up but he just couldn't. He slept soundly until 8:03 am when he heard two words in his head, AVADA KADAVRA!
"Closer Wormtail, closer." The flames jumped and flickered across the face of a small porky man aluminating his petrified expression.
"Yes Master?"
"Did you dispose of them Wormtail? Did you make sure that they died?
"Yes Master." Peter groveled.
"Good, everything is going as planned. Now all we need to do is kill a person that is close to Harry Potter. Then our plans will be complete."
"Yes Master, I look forward to it. When will we kill our...victim?"
"Why tonight of coarse. When they are in their sleep. I have something to ask you Peter." Voldemort said chillingly
"What is it Master?" Peter Petigrew asked, though he already knew what.
"Do you find it funny to betray me? Me, Lord Voldemort, the one who has protected your sorry ass for these PAST TWO YEARS? A Death Eater does not try to cover who he believes in Wormtail. Steve Jenkins said the he saw you trying to put a vanishing charm to make the symbol of your allience, to the greatest wizard of all time, disapeer. Is this true Wormtail?
"Master...Lord, Sire, I can explain...I...um... had to um... go to the ...doctor's office... and..."
"WERE YOU SICK WORMTAIL?" At this Peter Petigrew shook his head the shook his whole body out of fear. "I didn't think so. You do know what happend to Issac Anderson when he tried to avoid me, hide from me, just last week? No Peter? Well then, look in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. Sadly, you will not live to see it. Good bye, Peter." With that the room was flodded with green light as Voldemort uttered two words that no one wants to hear.
Harry awoke abruptly with the feeling of sweat dripping from his hair. Was this dream he just had true? It certainly could have been. He started thinking about Mr. Weasley and the night he got attacked. He put on his glasses and looked at the clock, 1:34 am. (A/N that was the time i worte this. too much caffine. lol) Voldermort was trying to kill someone close to him. Someone that he cared for. Someone that meant something, impacted his life. Who? Who would Voldemort kill this time? Who would meet the same fate as Harry's parents, or Cedric, or...Sirius?
He sat in the chilling darkness thinking of Cho, trying to forget about the dream he'd just had. He could just picture her shoulder length brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes. Where would they go on their date? What would they do? "Only time will tell." Thought Harry Potter.
Harry felt his eyelids getting lower and lower. "No I can't go to sleep. What if someone gets attacked. Someone I know?" Harry moaned tiredly. He tried to stay up but he just couldn't. He slept soundly until 8:03 am when he heard two words in his head, AVADA KADAVRA!