Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts or any of the publication rights to… well, anything really, DAMN stupid people who can get stuff published DAMN THEM. Anyway, I do own this story, so JK Rowling don't come lookin' for ideas for the 7th book, this story's mine all mine. Most of it anyway, well some, honestly.
I'll just start shall I?
"Well Wormtail, for a blubbering fool you have done well." Hissed a hypnotic voice from a dark throne built of bones." The curse on Marcethea has succeeded. I can see where she goes and what she does; she is a part of me. However the fool still believes she can destroy me, silly child. I can feel her now, searching her heart for a way to overcome the potion protecting the wand which belongs to Ravenclaw, I can feel her anguish as she struggles and fails…" A daemonic smile flittered across the lips of the speaker, an evil laugh echoed around the room.
A small rat-like man scurried across to the throne, his hands shook carrying a silver tray with a goblet of blood red wine on it. The index finger of one of his hands was missing and his matted hair was stained with blood. "Th… thank you master. You are so gracious Lord, thank you." He stuttered, his head was bowed and he appeared so in awe of the man in front of him he daren't meet his eyes. "May I ask how Nagini's task is going, has she succeeded?"
"Nearly, she has discovered his location and will soon be bringing him too me… Sweet power at last, I have waited years for this soon it will be mine!" His voice was so powerful that the walls shook, the goblet shattered and Wormtail the hunched man fell in his fear…