Miscontrued Words
After his Occlumency lesson with Snape, Harry staggered back to the tower weary and drained. His legs were more sliding on the floor than walking.
"Harry, are you okay," asked Hermione as he walked in.
"I need sleep," he croaked out.
"Let's get you upstairs mate," said Fred and George.
Between the twins, Harry felt himself lifted.
With great care, Fred and George brought Harry upstairs to his bed.
"Thanks Fred and George," Harry mumbled.
"You're our brother, Harry," they said, chuckling. "It's part of duty. But we will not change you into your pajamas."
Instead of going red, Harry shot back jokingly, "I sleep naked anyway."
The twins were shocked for a moment before laughing.
"Nice one, Harry," they laughed. "We'll see you tomorrow."
Harry felt himself falling as he slept. There was a never-ending blackness that enfolded him, that kept grasping at him, reaching out to take him.
Then the vision changed.
"Wormtail," an angry voice spoke. "Do you really think you deserve a reward for your screw-up."
"No, master," whimpered Wormtail.
"I will forgive you this once, as you were the one who brought me back to life."
Harry struggled in his sleep. He did not want to be inside this madman's mind, let alone with the traitorous Wormtail.
"Get it off," he muttered as he slept. He managed to fall into blissful sleep, the vision going away.
However, as he was in Lord Voldemort's mind when he said it, an unexpected thing happened on the other end.
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"For God's sake, Wormtail," screamed Voldemort. "Why did you take off your clothes?"
"You pointed your wand at me and said 'get it off'," whimpered Peter. "I assumed you meant my clothes."
"WELL, I DID NOT," roared Voldemort. The sight of Peter without clothes was enough for him. He fell on the floor and vomited all over the tiles. No human body should look like Peter's. Heaving, shuddering and shaking he got up and looked back at Peter, expecting him to be wearing his clothes once again.
He once again fell on the floor and vomited.
"WHY ARE YOU STILL NAKED?" he shouted between puking.
"You haven't told me to put my clothes back on yet," he said dumbly.
Voldemort screamed. I'm surrounded by idiots was the thought that tried to go through his mind, but the image of Wormtail sans clothes kept filtering through it.
"Obliviate."
Apparently the memory charm wasn't enough. The image kept returning to his mind ten-fold each time he tried.
If he'd bothered to investigate why he would have discovered it was because of Nagini. Nagini had seen Wormtail too. As Nagini hadn't been Obliviated the image was stored in Voldemort's shared Horcrux with her.
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"Ah, Tom," said Albus cheerfully, stepping into the padded room at St Mungo's. "How are you."
The Death Eaters had no idea what to do with their Dark Lord as he kept trying to Obliviate himself. They stupidly brought him into the public eye by admitting the former deranged Dark Lord into St Mungo's. All the attempted obliviate's had reduced the man to a staggering, weeping mess.
"Dumbledore," muttered Tom. "Get it off."
"Do you want me to?" Albus said, reaching for his sash.
"NO!" screeched Tom, rocking himself back and forth. "Kill me, Dumbledore."
"I don't kill, Tom," said Albus. "I'm merciful and kind. I don't stoop to that level."
"Throw me through the veil then," cried Voldemort. "I'll tell you where my Horcruxes are so you can destroy them before killing me."
"That's why I'm here, Tom," smiled Albus. "Where are they? If you tell me I'll kindly walk you through the veil."
One week later a smiling Albus walked Voldemort to the veil.
"Tom," asked Albus. "Before you go I'd like to ask. What happened?"
"I saw Wormtail naked," said Voldemort before he vanished through the veil.
The words themselves impacted Albus badly. Two weeks later he walked through the veil himself.
Albus Dumbledore's last words: "Damn you, Peter Pettigrew."
AN: This may be twisted. But I have a very twisted sense of humor, and I like sharing my humor. Don't blame me if you need therapy (or the veil).