A/N: Thanks so much for all of the wonderful reviews! Sorry for the huge gap between additions here. It's been crazy with school and everything, but I've got some free time, so I thought that I'd update this. I'll probably add more this weekend too. But please read and review! We're on to the Wormtail stuff! (Oh, and I know that the song's a little weird, but hey, this entire story is, really)

I would also like to note that these posts are pre-6th book, so if there are some discrepancies, that's why. Pretty much, no Horcruxes or anything like that are mentioned (but then, I could always just say that Voldy doesn't remember that he even made those, right? He is quite senile in this fic)

Disclaimer: Since we're starting a new saga of the story, I would just like to say that a majority of these characters (meaning pretty much everyone but the squirrels) are the property of J.K. Rowling. I do not own them, and I do intend to sell/ publish this story. In addition, I would like to recognize that my sister did help with some of the ideas for this story.

Year: 1994

July 2,
I am not living in a turban. I do, however, still smell that horrid smell I smelled two years ago. I wonder what that was. Oh, yes, it was me. I have another servant now, just as insolent as that Quirrel fellow. He came back to me because he is running from his old friends who know he betrayed that Potter fellow and his wife to me. I remember killing them, but I cannot remember why. What's up with that? Oh, no. Oh, those Americans. I shall never forgive Quirrel for taking me to that awful play. What ever happened to that Quirrel? Oh, yes. I left him to die two years ago. I do still love the way my mind works. I wonder how Greasy is doing. I do hope he washed his hair, but I doubt it. And I do hope Potter is not well. I still want revenge on his insolent friends, the Weasleys. So, this Wormtail fellow. I do think he is a bad influence on me. And he has no loyalty. I do realize that he is writing this all down, as I still am not able to do so, but that is all right. I do not know a lot of things, such as why he is a bad influence, or why I still cannot remember anything, as I am not living in a turban at the moment and I never want to again. I also do not know why I still smell like this. Perhaps this is the reason Wormtail keeps cringing. Well, it is the top of my reasons to get revenge on Wormtail. I like my lists. They are my best friends. Who needs friends? I most certainly do not. I only need those who fear me. Although, I could use some people who fear me who are not as insolent as Quirrel or this Wormtail.

July 4,
Those Americans with their fire works. You can hear them even here. What's up with that? Insolent fool, that Quirrel was. If Wormtail so much as suggests taking a trip to the United States, I will blast him with my wand on the spot. Oh, wait. I cannot exactly hold a wand. There's another thing for my list of reasons to get revenge on Potter. But, this makes that list longer than the one for reasons to get revenge on Greasy. That won't do. What are other things to go on that list? Let's see. I do not like his black robes. Actually, black is my favorite color and I do like black robes, but that list just has to be longer. Ah, perhaps we should send Greasy to a far off tropical place, where he can get some sun for that pale skin of his. And, perhaps there will be a specialist for his hair problem. Actually, I do not think that anyone can fix his problem, except perhaps a shampoo manufacturer. Of course, that fellow would have to sell all of the shampoo he made in his factory just to get all of the grease out of Greasy's hair once, which would mean that Greasy would have no more shampoo and the problem would just repeat itself. I knew Potter should have sent instructions with that shampoo bottle he sent Greasy for Christmas two years ago. How I remember this but not what happened five minutes ago I do not know. If I did, I would probably also know Greasy's real name, though I've really stopped trying to remember it, as I have grown quite fond of calling him Greasy. Recently, I have had to deal with a problem concerning some aliens who seem to love pretzels, ugh, and worship Greasy. Now that is very disturbing, that anyone would want to worship that insolent fool. I wonder how Potter and his, ugh, friends are doing. I expect that that bushy haired young lass is doing quite well, as she is intelligent. Ah, intelligence. I have not seen much of it as I spend most of my time with Wormtail and the abandoned pretzel cart across the street. I will find a way to get part of her brain for Wormtail after I regain my POWER. I must go now and work on my plans. Right after tea, of course. Wormtail has baked some delicious biscuits, but I do think he has not realized that I cannot eat them. Ah, well. Another reason to get revenge on him.

July 6,
We met a woman. She was helpful. I killed her. I do not remember her name, but she told me about the Quidditch World Cup and a plan to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament. I have been devising a plan in between my yelling sessions with Quirrel. Oh, I mean Wormtail. She told me another thing. She said that one of my loyal servants is alive. I do believe it is not Greasy, as he is not loyal to me. I will use him to kill Potter. And, if in the process, I happen to get Greasy, it is no huge loss. Ahaha. This Wormtail fellow is not a good cook. After he burned our dinner, which I cannot eat anyway, he did a foul thing. He went out and bought a pretzel to eat. Then, he ate it in front of me very slowly. I yelled at him for three hours about that. Yes, I do still enjoy yelling. I still do not forgive that Wormtail for ever being friends with a Potter, and I have my reasons. I will get him one of these days, as that fact of his school-day friends is on my list of reasons to get revenge on Wormtail. That, as well as the pretzel incident.

July 10,
Today, I did many things. I formulated a plan, yelled at Wormtail, wrote a song, yelled at Wormtail, established new lists, yelled at Wormtail, threw up at the sight of a pretzel, yelled a Wormtail, started a letter to Greasy, yelled at Wormtail, plotted world domination, and yelled at Wormtail. I do believe that I am missing something. Oh, yes, I yelled at Wormtail. I know I do not normally write my songs in my diary, but this explains my day better than my dictating it would. So here it is:

I am the superpower who lives to see Potter DIIEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I am the master, I am the master, I am the master of the world.
I am the best man to bring an end to Greasy and you may ask WHYYYYYYYYYYY.
I am the master, I am the master, I am the master of the world.
That Dumbledore, will see no more of the world that he KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWS.
And those redheaded twins will not hit me in the head when it SNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWS.
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
I am the master, I am the master, I am the master of the world.
I am the master, I am the master, I am the master of the world.
I am the master of the WORLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDD. Yeah!

I do realize that that song had nothing to do with my day, but I wanted to share it with you, my only friend. Who needs friends? Certainly not me.

July 11,
I and Wormtail have been busy for a few days now. By singing my song for him, I did a good thing. Little did I know that Wormtail is quite the dancer, and he choreographed a dance to go with my song? We practice it often, me singing and Wormtail dancing. It was great. Yes, well, getting back to business, I yelled at Wormtail for dancing incorrectly yesterday. He stepped on his heel, instead of gliding on his toes. Oh, how many times do we have to go through that sequence for him to get it perfectly? So, I got a snake the other day. No big deal, since I can talk to them. I do believe that Wormtail does not like it when I talk to snakes because it frightens him. Her name is Nagini. I believe that Potter is also a Parselmouth. Well, after he is dead, I will be the only Parselmouth in the world, unless of course someone else is a Parselmouth, in which case I will not be the only one. For clarification, since I am dictating this to an insolent fool, who probably does not have the brain capacity to comprehend this, I will kill Potter. Oh, and the fact that he is a Parselmouth is another reason for revenge on Potter. I will of course, add this to my list of reasons to get revenge on Potter. That list is getting to be very long, almost as long as the one for getting revenge on Greasy. I did add another thing to that list as well. This has to do with my recurring nightmare. This is something I can only reveal to you, my diary. Oh, yes, and Wormtail, as he is writing it, but I do not think he will understand what I am saying. In this nightmare, I see Greasy, eating a pretzel. Why, oh why, do my dreams have to be so horrid? Well, now I have to yell at Quirrel, I mean Wormtail, and see if he can get that sequence correctly. Perhaps I shall have Nagini scare him a bit, so he gets that part. I do like my mind. And it never gets tiresome, saying that all of the time.

July 12,

My lists seem to be accumulating rapidly. Speaking of which, I have yet another reason to get revenge on Wormtail. That insolent fool brought in that abandoned pretzel cart. I can see the giant pretzel picture now. He said that it might get cold out there all alone. Who cares? It's a pretzel cart. What is more important to him: my great self, who has given him a shelter in his time of need though he abandoned me all of those years when I was powerless to do anything though he swore his loyalty to me and only came back to hide from his friends. That insolent, insolent fool. Sorry, I was getting off subject there. Or the abandoned, ugh, pretzel cart. Whenever I see that pretzel cart, I become queasy, and I am reminded of the other thing that makes me very queasy. Not Potter, though he is sickening, but, of course, Greasy, whose real name I still do not know. I really do not care anymore because it is so much fun calling him Greasy. I was thinking about calling Wormtail Wormy, or maybe Petie rat face, but Wormy is too cute, as the Americans would say, and Petie rat face is too long to say every single time I mention him. Wormtail will suffice until I find something more suitable. I am still planning the death of Potter, of course. No day would be complete without thinking about that for at least an hour. You know, if this whole conquering the world and killing the Muggles thing does not work out, I can always fall back on advertising. I hate those door-to-door salespeople, always bugging you at a time that makes you want to hit them in the face. That or kill them. Well, you see, my wand was right there and he was so annoying. Oh, I believe I am getting off subject again. Anyway, Wormtail and I must plan our next song-dance seq- I mean the death of Potter, Greasy, and that redheaded family, and getting that bushy-haired lass's brain for Wormtail. And, of course I need to yell at Wormtail. Perhaps I should be nice to him, as it is his birthday. No, I think I will be even meaner, as a gift, to show that I am merciless. Now, excuse me. I shall watch Nagini pick some wildflowers, I mean, uh, uh... no, she is picking wildflowers.

July 17,
I learned a very disturbing fact about Wormtail. He used to sell pretzels door-to-door. Another thing for my list of reasons to get revenge on Wormtail. I have been plotting about how I will kill Potter. I would kill him at the Quidditch Cup, but that would be a bit too obvious. Not that I am scared of those insolent fools at the Ministry, or anything like that. I just want to, uh, think things through first. However, I have a brilliant plan. The plan is to, oh, oh, wait, oh, I forgot it. No, no, no, wait, I remember. No, I thought I had it there for a second. Ah, I will use one of my loyal Death Eaters (of, course; this is definitely not Wormtail or Greasy). He will be positioned at Hogwarts, and he will lure Potter to me. How? He will enter Potter in the Triwizard Tournament. Ha, ha, ha. That pretty much says everything. Actually, judging by the look on Wormtail's face, I maybe it does not. He will lead him through it, and make sure Potter touches the Triwizard Cup first, so that he is transported to me (the cup will be a Portkey) and I may kill him so that I can regain my POWER. Ha, ha, ha. I have been laughing a lot more these day. Perhaps it is because I am happy. No, that can't be it. Perhaps it is because Nagini picked me some lovely flowers.
Tonight, we will be leaving to go to that servant's house. I will need a competent servant for this journey, which means that I am doomed, because I have Wormtail. But once I arrive at that servant's house, I will be one step closer to regaining POWER.
Oh, now I know why I am so happy. It is because I wrote a new song today, and I like it very much. Oh, and the flowers Nagini picked me, of course.