A.N. Sorry that I haven't updated my story in such a long time, don't
worry, I plan to throughout the summer. The reason, and there's always a
reason, I didn't continue with the story for a while was because of school.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone who writes on FF.net has to go to school (well
most that is). I just didn't feel I had the time to do this as well as
maintain my grades. So ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or anything else J.K. mentions in the HP books.
Over time, the Dark Lord began to trust me more and more. He confided in me, telling me his plans, ambitions, and dreams. He told me how he wanted, and needed to find the Potters. He told me that he needed help, my help. I was eager to please, and eager to avenge the wrongs that had been done against me.
I began to plot."
"Hermione?" Ron asked quietly.
"What is it Ron?" Hermione responded in a distant voice, a look of shock etched on her face.
"Well, I-I was just wondering if you wanted me to continue." Ron said, looking at the floor, mulling over the last part of the letter he had skimmed. It seemed to him as though the rest would be even more traumatic that the last portion.
Hermione hesitated for a moment. Her mouth opened partially a few times, making it seem as though she was trying to voice and answer, but being unable, she simply nodded.
"Ok then, here it goes."
"The plot was simple at first. Find the Potters, tell the Dark Lord where to find them, the Dark Lord would kill Potter and his son, and then Lily would be left seeking a comforting shoulder, my shoulder.
Now Hermione dear, don't think I would have forgotten about you so quickly. I fully intended to take you from your mother, make a home in the Wizarding World, and start new family with Lily.
Plans don't always work out the way you want them to.
First, the Potters couldn't be found. No matter where I looked, and trust me, I looked everywhere. Hogwarts castle, the Forbidden Forest, all the homes in Hogsmead, even their own home in Godric's Hollow.
They were nowhere to be found.
But then I caught wind that they might be using a Secret Keeper. The obvious suspects for the information were Dumbledor, Black, and Lupin. Petigrew knew nothing, as he was so, shall we say, 'willing' to tell me every meeting we had with the Dark Lord.
This was extremely frustrating for me. The only way I could get Lily was if the Dark Lord got Potter. And nobody would even hint in regards to their whereabouts.
Then one day, while I was making way to see the Dark Lord, intending on informing him of my leads on the Potter situation, I heard a conversation taking place within. A conversation between an almost gleeful sounding Dark Lord, and the stuttering nitwit, Petigrew.
Petigrew was muttering so quickly and with such vigor I almost couldn't comprehend his words, but then Potter was mentioned.
Silently, I crept forward.
"Master," Petigrew said in his pathetic little voice. "the Potters, I know where they can be found. I know where they are! Black told me! Black was their Secret Keeper!"
Cursing at myself for not attempting to pull information from Black, I began to listen more closely to their conversation.
"Petigrew," said the sleek waves of the Dark Lords voice, "what do you mean by 'was their Secret Keeper'? Who is it now?"
I heard a pause, and I could sense Petigrew's build up. "Me." He said, barely above a whisper.
Another moment's silence, then my Lord's voice sounded again. "Why don't you come on in Granger, and join our little discussion."
Utter bewilderment came over me, how could he have known I was there? But without thinking, my feet slowly began to shuffle into the room.
The only source of light was that of the embers glowing blood read in the fireplace. My Lord was seated before it, looking at me as I entered, his eyes glowing in much the same way as the embers. His snake was leisurely weaving her way between Petigrew's feet. And Petigrew himself was looking at me, shock and then fear etched on his face.
For a moment, the Dark Lord looked at me. His eyes boring into mine. Then he spoke.
"Petigrew has just informed me that he holds the information that will get me the Potters. Yet, for sum reason," my Lord paused, and turned toward Petigrew. "hasn't given me the information yet. It seems as though he's...second guessing his allegiance to me." Petigrew shivered and vigorously shook his head. "Now, now Peter, don't deny it. I can read your mind as easily as a children's book. It seems to me, Peter, you're going to try and leave here, without telling me. Do you honestly think that'll happen? Even if I were to let you leave, do you believe that Granger here won't force it out of you? Tut! Tut! Are you really that stupid Petigrew?"
By that time, Petigrew began looking more fearful, and slowly backed toward a wall, shaking his head all the while.
Finally I managed to get my voice. "Petigrew, you shake you're head as though denying every accusation, yet your mouth remains closed. Do share your information Petigrew, or I'm afraid I may have to force you."
Petigrew's pathetic mouth bobbled open and closed several times before he managed to say, "Master, M-Master, I'd never betray you. The Potters, they're...well, they're in Godric's Hollow."
I couldn't help but laugh at this. Petegrew knew full well that Godric's Hollow held hundreds of homes, and that in order to find the Potters, we needed the exact address.
"My, my Petigrew," the Dark Lord began. "It seems to me that either you have forgotten how this little Secret Keeper thing works, or you really are going to try and leave us without disclosing the whereabouts of the Potters."
While the Dark Lord had been talking, Petigrew had been looking at the floor, muttering aimlessly to himself. Suddenly, he looked up, a look of determination plastered on his face.
"No."
"Oh my god." Hermione gasped.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or anything else J.K. mentions in the HP books.
Over time, the Dark Lord began to trust me more and more. He confided in me, telling me his plans, ambitions, and dreams. He told me how he wanted, and needed to find the Potters. He told me that he needed help, my help. I was eager to please, and eager to avenge the wrongs that had been done against me.
I began to plot."
"Hermione?" Ron asked quietly.
"What is it Ron?" Hermione responded in a distant voice, a look of shock etched on her face.
"Well, I-I was just wondering if you wanted me to continue." Ron said, looking at the floor, mulling over the last part of the letter he had skimmed. It seemed to him as though the rest would be even more traumatic that the last portion.
Hermione hesitated for a moment. Her mouth opened partially a few times, making it seem as though she was trying to voice and answer, but being unable, she simply nodded.
"Ok then, here it goes."
"The plot was simple at first. Find the Potters, tell the Dark Lord where to find them, the Dark Lord would kill Potter and his son, and then Lily would be left seeking a comforting shoulder, my shoulder.
Now Hermione dear, don't think I would have forgotten about you so quickly. I fully intended to take you from your mother, make a home in the Wizarding World, and start new family with Lily.
Plans don't always work out the way you want them to.
First, the Potters couldn't be found. No matter where I looked, and trust me, I looked everywhere. Hogwarts castle, the Forbidden Forest, all the homes in Hogsmead, even their own home in Godric's Hollow.
They were nowhere to be found.
But then I caught wind that they might be using a Secret Keeper. The obvious suspects for the information were Dumbledor, Black, and Lupin. Petigrew knew nothing, as he was so, shall we say, 'willing' to tell me every meeting we had with the Dark Lord.
This was extremely frustrating for me. The only way I could get Lily was if the Dark Lord got Potter. And nobody would even hint in regards to their whereabouts.
Then one day, while I was making way to see the Dark Lord, intending on informing him of my leads on the Potter situation, I heard a conversation taking place within. A conversation between an almost gleeful sounding Dark Lord, and the stuttering nitwit, Petigrew.
Petigrew was muttering so quickly and with such vigor I almost couldn't comprehend his words, but then Potter was mentioned.
Silently, I crept forward.
"Master," Petigrew said in his pathetic little voice. "the Potters, I know where they can be found. I know where they are! Black told me! Black was their Secret Keeper!"
Cursing at myself for not attempting to pull information from Black, I began to listen more closely to their conversation.
"Petigrew," said the sleek waves of the Dark Lords voice, "what do you mean by 'was their Secret Keeper'? Who is it now?"
I heard a pause, and I could sense Petigrew's build up. "Me." He said, barely above a whisper.
Another moment's silence, then my Lord's voice sounded again. "Why don't you come on in Granger, and join our little discussion."
Utter bewilderment came over me, how could he have known I was there? But without thinking, my feet slowly began to shuffle into the room.
The only source of light was that of the embers glowing blood read in the fireplace. My Lord was seated before it, looking at me as I entered, his eyes glowing in much the same way as the embers. His snake was leisurely weaving her way between Petigrew's feet. And Petigrew himself was looking at me, shock and then fear etched on his face.
For a moment, the Dark Lord looked at me. His eyes boring into mine. Then he spoke.
"Petigrew has just informed me that he holds the information that will get me the Potters. Yet, for sum reason," my Lord paused, and turned toward Petigrew. "hasn't given me the information yet. It seems as though he's...second guessing his allegiance to me." Petigrew shivered and vigorously shook his head. "Now, now Peter, don't deny it. I can read your mind as easily as a children's book. It seems to me, Peter, you're going to try and leave here, without telling me. Do you honestly think that'll happen? Even if I were to let you leave, do you believe that Granger here won't force it out of you? Tut! Tut! Are you really that stupid Petigrew?"
By that time, Petigrew began looking more fearful, and slowly backed toward a wall, shaking his head all the while.
Finally I managed to get my voice. "Petigrew, you shake you're head as though denying every accusation, yet your mouth remains closed. Do share your information Petigrew, or I'm afraid I may have to force you."
Petigrew's pathetic mouth bobbled open and closed several times before he managed to say, "Master, M-Master, I'd never betray you. The Potters, they're...well, they're in Godric's Hollow."
I couldn't help but laugh at this. Petegrew knew full well that Godric's Hollow held hundreds of homes, and that in order to find the Potters, we needed the exact address.
"My, my Petigrew," the Dark Lord began. "It seems to me that either you have forgotten how this little Secret Keeper thing works, or you really are going to try and leave us without disclosing the whereabouts of the Potters."
While the Dark Lord had been talking, Petigrew had been looking at the floor, muttering aimlessly to himself. Suddenly, he looked up, a look of determination plastered on his face.
"No."
"Oh my god." Hermione gasped.