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Chapter 13: Discovered!
Pettigrew disguised himself as a Muggle. Snape had made another potion to change Pettigrew's look. Only a true Potions Master could have made such a brilliant potion, and I have to hand it to him; Snape was a brilliant Potions Master.
Pettigrew whined as he stared at himself in Borgin's full-length mirror. Voldemort had threatened Borgin with death if he did not quarter them in his shop; Borgin was too happy to comply.
Ollivander could not hide Voldemort in his own empty shop for the simple reason of his death. Voldemort had tortured him mercilessly with the Cruciatus Curse because he refused to tell a very important secret.
Ollivander knew a way to destroy the phoenix feather. Voldemort wanted to know this to prevent his enemies from destroying it. But Ollivander would not tell and figured, before he was tortured, what have I got to lose? Nothing. Voldemort is killing, torturing, and harming innocent people. If I can contribute to his downfall with my death, I will.
And Ollivander had died. Not a scream of pain had ever left him during the ordeal. He'd clamped his lips shut, but his face gave away his agony. Voldemort gleefully was spurred onto greater heights and Ollivander was dead within two minutes.
Anyway, reader, we are now at Borgin's shop, where Pettigrew was staring at himself, with a rather disgusted this-is-so-freaking-wrong-on-SO-many-levels look.
"My Lord, do I really have to look like this? And do the potion's effects wear off? EVER?" He was disgusted at his reflection.
In the mirror, a petite, curvy woman was grimacing back at him.
The woman seemed to have Pettigrew's eyes and his squeaky little voice (though more high pitched).
"Yes, Wormtail. How many times must I tell you? You need to go undetected."
"Fine. Fine. I still don't see why it must be so humiliating, though."
"Because you will not be recognized at all! Plus, who else but I—and the rest of the group—" the Death Eaters laughed loudly, "know of this?"
"My Lord, you are right."
"And this is why I am the evil, diabolical, yet amazing, leader, Wormtail."
Pettigrew was still annoyed. "A woman," he muttered.
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However, Voldemort was wrong. He was quite wrong indeed.
Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington had once said to Harry that those who wanted to come back could, in spirit form.
Ollivander did actually want to come back. And good thing he did.
Ollivander was on Dumbledore's side.
Ollivander didn't want Voldemort to be strong.
They may have gotten me, but they are not getting the Potter boy.
He glided into Hogwarts, and straight into Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore looked up. "Hello there. May I assist you?"
"You idiot, it's me!"
"Ollivander?"
"In the flesh—or, erm, no. Not really. Well, I'm here. You have a problem…"
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When Dumbledore got back to headquarters, he told everyone the news.
Everyone was stunned. Dumbledore smiled. "I have the feather, after all, and I know how to destroy it. Anyway, I think Voldemort knows that you are here, Narcissa, and you Draco. You need to hide. And I must destroy the feather. Narcissa and Draco must leave."
Parvati cried out, "What about me?"
"Stay here. You and Draco will eventually be reunited, I promise. Narcissa—Draco—let's go."
Goodbyes were exchanged. Dumbledore gave one last piece of advice. "Be on the lookout for a very attractive woman with a squeaky voice."
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Pettigrew snuck about Grimmauld Place in the typical true-and-stern-British lady dress. It was a flowered print—and puke green.
Pettigrew was disgusted. Dear, dear.
But for some reason, he could not find that house!
Dumbledore's Unplottable charms were difficult to get around.
Poor Pettigrew.
And to add some salt to the wound, Fred and George had arrived at Grimmauld Place and wanted to make Pettigrew's life as difficult as possible. They'd never quite forgiven him for Voldemort's return.
What will happen to our mousy friend?
Reader, you will have to continue to find out.
A/N: A little bit of suspense never hurt, I think. Anyway, je vais aller ce moment. Au revoir, mes amis ! Bon week-end ! Continuez mon FF, parce que je vais finir. Or, I will soon.
