Thank you so much to all my reviewers. Really truly, you guys rock! Thanks especially to Deborah(). Your review seriously made my day. I was thinking of discontinuing the fic, cause I couldn't think of anywhere to send the plot, but I got two reviews today, so I've decided to continue. Thanks for the support! Also thanks to Lucy for suggesting my story to all of her readers! U ROCK! And in case you hadn't noticed, I changed my username to Nenfea. Any plot suggestions are most definitely welcome, I'm a little stuck for ideas. Anyway, on with the show!
Wormtail slowly opened his eyes, wondering why his head hurt so much. His blurry vision couldn't show him much, but he thought he saw a man. A very handsome man to be specific.
"Uhhhhhhhh," Wormy rubbed his head and pulled his unwilling body into a sitting position, squinting up at the man. "Who are you?"
The man knelt down, and Wormtail could finally see his face. He was in fact amazingly handsome. Dear Wormtail's heart started beating just a tad faster. "My name is Aragorn," the man leaned forward, and they kissed passionately.
"Eeeeeeeeewwwww, get a room you sickos!" the narrator broke up their moment.
"Well technically this could be called a room, so get out, Peeping Charlie and leave us in peace!" Aragorn retorted.
"I just thought you might like to know that your dear friend Moldy Voldy is on his way, and if he caught you two kissing he might have thrown up all over both of you," the Narrator's voice reeked of affronted dignity.
The passionate young lovers (ok, ok I'll stop) pulled apart and sat at opposite sides of the room, looking uncomfortable. After about thirty seconds Voldy threw open the door, seething and looking strangely hung-over. Huh, who'd have known that sleeping spells gave you the same symptoms as drinking? What a tragedy, I'm really sure that the innocent children who created the potion had no idea.
"What happened Wormtail? Where is that dratted little girl, and," he paused for a moment, "who is that disgusting man?"
"I have no idea where Elizabeth is, and this man is Aragorn. And he's not disgusting," Wormtail added loyally. Voldemort gave him an odd look, but ignored the strange comment. It hurt too much to think.
"I know where Elizabeth is," Aragorn interrupted.
"Where is she?" Voldemort demanded.
"I'll only tell you if you let me stay with you. And don't kill me or Crucio me into next century,"
"I don't think you're in the position to be making conditions," Voldy sneered.
"Do you want to know where she is or not? And what does it matter if you let me stay here? I'll swell the ranks. You need more people around here. Especially someone like a maid," Aragorn glanced at the couch, which was covered in crumbs and had a suspicious red stain on the arm.
"Fine, you can stay here, but I'm not making any promises about Crucio. You become a Death Eater, you have to do what I say or pay the price,"
"Well, I'm not exactly talking about becoming a Death Eater per say. More a support person. I would work behind the scenes. Backup. You know, I keep the moral level up, I do the dishes, I make sure everything is running smoothly," the Ranger grinned, using all the skills he had learned from living with Arwen to make it seem like he was actually, sincerely going to do something.
"Well, I guess if you put it that way you don't have to get the tattoo. But you still better not slack, or you'll be making a visit to Crucio city. And Wormy here can tell you all about that,"
The sun was slowly rising on Hogwarts, the grounds awash with pale morning sunlight. All was still and quiet. Except for the small group of shadows darting between the trees, trying to make it back to the castle without being seen.
"Tell me again why we don't use the invisibility cloak?" Ron groaned as he tripped over an outstretched root.
"Because there are five of us Ron. We could barely fit under that thing when there were three of us. Now use your advanced math skills to figure this out Ron. How many people wouldn't be under the invisibility cloak?"
"Sod off," Ron retorted. "Know it all Mione,"
"Excuse me, did you just say what I thought you did?" Hermione demanded.
"Yeah, I said it. Go on, take a crack at me!"
"Ok people, hold the violence at least till we get inside, some of us would like to get through this little escapade and still be able to go to school," Harry slid between the glaring duo, and slowly they edged away, their glares fading.
Ok dudes, sorry that's all for now. I can't think of any other plot ideas. I'll do my best to get another chapter up before just about any of you review or even read this. But plot suggestions are welcome, and reviews result in me writing. Maybe. As often as I can force myself to.
