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A/N: A little long a wait… but not as bad as last time.

Shading in Grey—I see what you're saying… there's just such limited space for a summary, and I'd rather devote it to talking about the fic. Of course, my summary as it stands isn't that great… and teenagers now might not use the term "yanks," but this is some thirty years ago. Of course, they might not've then either… I dunno.

E-tent-girl3355—Beautiful, huh? Thanks, I think that's the biggest compliment anybody's ever given any of my stories. And it's nice to see another fan of Wormtail.

Day five

The Dark Lord has granted me permission to search out and find a book of the darkest dark curses… gods bless my skills at occlumency. He has no idea that he's going to die soon.

Of course, the search is going poorly. I have spent hours in libraries, looking for a clue of any sort… I've worked over ancient texts, read hieroglyphs, scoured legends…

But I've come to the conclusion that to find the book, I need to go to the source: the tombs. The book has been linked to ancient Egypt, which makes sense, since they were the inventors of the world's greatest curses. I've also heard rumors of a connection to Rome… possibly through the Ptolemys, the Greek rulers of Egypt during the Roman Empire. Cleopatra herself was apparently a witch… and Mark Antony may have been a wizard.

So first I'll search the tombs of the Pharaohs… they may contain some information. I'll contact the Dark Lord's followers in Africa, maybe they'll have a way into the best tombs…


Peter Pettigrew entered a bar, then looked around. A man sat at a table in the corner, wearing a cloak, with a hood over his head. The bottom edge of a pale face was barely visible.

Pettigrew moved over to him. "You have the information I need?"

"I certainly do, friend… if you have what I want, that is." A grimy hand reached out, opening as if to accept something. A sizeable bag of galleons later, his mouth opened again. "Right, then. Here're your maps, friend, though what you want them for I can't imagine. The locals all say that nothing bigger than a small dog could manage to get through all the traps."

Pettigrew shrugged. "That's my problem though, isn't it? I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

He stood then ,and quickly left the bar. Outside, he apparated away with a sharp crack.


Day 7

I think I may have found something! It's a stretch, but according to these maps, one of the tombs belonged to a rather powerful sorceror… his tomb will likely contain information on the whereabouts of the book.

It took many hours to translate the map thus far, and it's still not far gone… nevertheless, I'm feeling rather encouraged. This is the first real progress, if it pans out.

Just think! If I can pull this off, my revenge will be swift, and complete. I can only hope it will happen as planned.