Disclaimer: Check chapter two for directions to get you to my disclaimer.

Okay… another chapter! Short, but a chapter none-the-less so quit staring at me like that!

Anyways, enough of my paranoia, read on. I hope you all like it… -hugs everyone who reviews-

Ok, I deleted the chapter... I thought I forgot something... then, I realized I was wrong. Now I feel stupid. --;; gah.

I haven't been feeling well at all these days. Ugh, I think it was something I ate… maybe the Dark Lord discovered I've been wishing him dead… Do you think he has poisoned my food and water? Damnit.

I'll write more later… first, I must take a nap. Exhaustion has consumed my body.

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Something dark. Screams. Chills. Fear. Nostalgia. Sorrow. Grief. Shrieks. Terror. Distress. And someone looming over everything, everyone: Him. Merlin, that was the scariest nightmare I ever had. But what if it wasn't a nightmare? I recall mother telling us of one of our ancestors who was a Seer… but I think I'm going insane.

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Lord Voldemort is "concerned" about my well being. Personally, I think he cares about his little "researcher," and all the information I would deny him if I died. And I think I found one of his Horcruxes! A sword that once belonged to Godric Gryffindor. I found it on the floors of his chamber one day, and I received a huge shock that ran up my shine (does he have that god damned thing cursed?)… He got mad at me and cast "Crucio!"

I don't care about the pain, I know I found one of his precious Horcruxes. I almost went mad with glee in front of him. God knows what would have happened to me if I had not controlled myself. I shudder at the thought. Albus Dumbledore will find out about the Dark Lord's plan, eventually. Should I help him destroy Voldemort?

What are the other four? The sword probably confirms my suspicions: he's sealing bits of his soul away into objects from the four founders. Now I have to find something that once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Slytherin's object won't be hard to find…it's probably lying around somewhere in this place.

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Speaking of Salazar, I wonder if one of the Horcruxes is the ring he always keeps. Yes, that must be it, but how will I destroy it? He'll have it guarded with spells, enchantments, the whole enchilada. Then… better yet. How will I destroy any of them? I mean, if getting rid of one might kill me, think about going through the same process for four more times! I need to do more research… I think I have some information on destroying Horcruxes in one of these books…

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There's so much to do, and I'm running out of time… I need a drink. I'll feel better about this entire ordeal after some firewhiskey. Mmmm… that's a good plan.

Now I'm in for it… I think. I was drinking… and… uhhh… where was I? Oh yes, Wormtail came into my room. He started talking to me. I remember something,

something about Voldemort? Yes, that's right, Voldemort. Crap, what did I say? Did I mention the Horcruxes? Did I accidentally spill out my current thoughts about how I'm regretting my decision to be a Death Eater? Not good… I'll have to think of an alibi if word reaches the Dark Lord that I've been thinking of going against him.

What should I tell him? That I was drunk? Yes… but then he'd -scribbling- Lucius has come to tell me the Dark Lord wants to see me in his chamber immediately.

Ha! I just remembered Sirius's old nickname for Master… Old Moldie Voldie! I can barely contain my laughter. Hmm… I miss him, and those other two troublesome Marauders. I wonder if Wormtail knows about this…

Doubt he'd think it's funny… that guy has lost everything he once had. Don't pity him, the foul, useless piece of breathing flesh. He'd be better off in hell… and so would I.

Author's Note: YES! I got over seven hundred words (not a lot, but for me, that's an essay). LOL. Ech, I have a ton of homework… I'll probably update on the weekends?And I have to reread Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, so I might be a little late on the fourth chapter AND I'm working on my other story. Gah!

Oh, and don't worry, the prophecy will be coming up soon, he's sick, remember? He's not feeling top notch at the moment.

On a happier note (I think)… more Wormtail coming up in the next chapter. That should be interesting, huh?

Once again, sorry if I caused anyone to be confused on the reposting of this chapter.