Diary Of A Murderer
Chapter 7 – Physical Exhaustion
But I didn't.
I left the Common Room when I did and there is nothing anyone can do about it now. Nothing. I walked. Angrily. Alone and confused, I walked over the grounds, round the lake and into the forest. Perhaps if I had stopped to smell a flower? No, the Forbidden Forests yields no flowers. Just monsters. Like the one I found. By the name of Voldemort.
I walked through the forest fast and hard, trying to take out my anger upon the plants and probably putting myself into more danger than I cared to realize. I used my hands to shield my face from scratching branches. Branches that tried to slow me, tried to warn me of things to come.
Emerging in a clearing, where the moon shone through the leaves of the trees high above and casting an eerie green light over everything I saw darkness. A darkness so dark that it seemed several shades darker than black. Right it the middle of the clearing. Also, the skin prickling, hair- raising feeling clung to me like spellotape.
The darkness deepened before it lightened, and out of it emerged a figure. No, not a figure, a creature. Because a figure is a human description and the thing that emerged was no longer human. Dressed in black robes, head completely covered, only a shadow in the gap of the hood of the robes. I could not see even one facial feature. Not one little bit of chin.
I was aware of the fact that everything became cold. Everything froze... the trees stopped swaying, the breeze stopped blowing, I stopped breathing. I could tell the creature was looking at me. It was that feeling that you get when someone is watching you. There was no evidence of this thing even being alive but I /u it was. Don't ask me how, I just did. And it was watching me.
It felt like I was running a marathon. My heart was beating one hundred miles and hour, all my limbs felt heavy and sore. I even had the vague feeling of my head throbbing and feeling like I was going to faint after coming to a point of complete physical exhaustion. That has only happened to me once before and that was when I actually did run a marathon. Sirius, James and I ran a muggle marathon while Remus sat on the sidelines. Why do muggles do that? I mean who in their right mind would want to feel like that all the time?
Anyway, that was how I felt. Worn out, exhausted and by far too tired to fight back. Funnily enough I didn't have to fight.
"I know you, Peter," the creature said in a cold, inhuman voice. Somehow... I'm not actually sure how, I managed to reply, and I didn't sound too nervous much to my own astonishment.
"I fail to see how."
"Oh, but I do. And I know you seek leadership. Perhaps I am the Leader you seek?"
It occurred to me, though I most definitely didn't say so, that this creature was being incredibly cocky. Although, if I was a mysterious thing in the middle of one of the most dangerous woods in Britain and the trees stopped swaying simply because I took a breath, I would be cocky too.
Wormtail.