In Which Loopholes Are Your Friends
If anyone had bothered to actually keep an eye on The-Boy-Who-Was-Not-Allowed-To-Have-One-Peaceful-Year-Ever, they might have noticed the look in his eyes that indicated he was planning something. "Soooo," Harry drawled in not-entirely-faked boredom as he watched Wormtail scurrying about, preparing the cauldron for the snake guy's resurrection, "This little ritual is gonna end with some mysterious chanting, right? What are the words? Hermione'll kill me if I don't learn every detail about this little bit of insanely complicated voodoo."
No-I-Actually-Don't-Know-Who looked mildly insulted by his ultimate dark resurrection ritual of doom being called voodoo. He was ignored, of course; Dark Lord or not, it's hard to take someone who is in the form of an ugly snake baby very seriously.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly taken; blood of the enemy, unwillingly given; flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed," Wormtail answered distractedly, obviously paying more attention to the preparations than to the Gryffindor Amber Boy's (gold didn't suit his complexion, Harry had decided earlier in the year) pointless questions.
"'Unwillingly given', huh?" Harry muttered quietly to himself as a cheeky grin split across his face, "Then you can have all the blood you want!"
Voldemort and Wormtail both froze.
"Dammit," the Dark Lord swore under his breath.
I stand firmly behind my opinion that Harry is in fact a cheeky little shit.
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