AN: Yay! I got reviews! Only two so far, but I love them! Once again, don't own Harry Potter and a special thanks to those that took the time to push that lovely little review button!
Goddess of Twlight: I once wrote a story about a hybrid race of squicoon's that took over the world with their massed armies of squirrels and racoons. Maybe next time I'll have fuzzy little woodland creatures too.
Dragon: Good luck. I've spent 17 years trying to convince people I'm crazy. When I heard music that didn't exist my parents just thought I was creative...I accept curses with a smile on my face and joy in my heart, because they come in the form of reviews!
Two Weeks Later
"WORMTONGUE! GET IN HERE, NOW!"
Wormtail hurried to his masters side, shaking in fear. "Y-y-y-yes, m-m-my L-lord?"
A book was thrown at his feet.
"Do you know what this is, Wormtongue?" Voldemort's voice appeared to be calm and silky but with an undertone of malice as he circled his follower.
"T-T-The R-Return of-of t-the K-King, m-my Lord."
"Very good, Wormtongue. Now tell me, how does Saruman die?"
Wormtail practically shrunk before Voldemort's towering fury. "He-he gets… um…stabbed in the-the b-b-back, m-my L-lord."
"By who, exactly? Frodo? Sam, perhaps? Or maybe Elrond?" Red eyes flashed in the flickering torch light
"B-by Wor-worm-t-tongue, m-my L-l-lord."
"So you understand. My actions now are merely to protect myself from such acts of treachery."
"Milord! Please! Let me ex–"
"Release the cats!"
finite
AN: Yes, well...maybe now the healers will believe Dragon...
