I'm back everyone. For the time being I will use my hotspot to upload my stories.

And now, it's time for the year that changed everything.

All rights for Harry Potter goes to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. And all rights for Tom and Jerry goes to Hannah Barbera and Warner Bros. Animation.

The villagers of Little Hanglten still called it The Riddle House. Even though it had been years sense the Riddles had lived there. It stood on a hill behind a graveyard with its windows boarded, tiles missing form its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its walls. Once a fine looking manor was now abandoned. The Little Hangltens all agreed that the house was creepy. Hath a century ago, something strange and horrible had happened there. Something the people of the village still liked to talk about. The story had been told so many times that nobody was sure what the truth was anymore. Every version of the story started in the same place however.

50 years ago when the Riddle House had still be well kept and impressive, a servent had entered the drawing room to find all three Riddles, dead. The servent ran screaming into the village and roused as many people as she could.

"Lying there with their eyes wide open." She said. "Cold as ice. Sill in their dinner things."

The police investigated and the whole village was shocked. Nobody wasted their brath pretending to feel sad about the Riddles for they had been most unpopuler. Mr. And Mrs. Riddle had been ritch, snobberly, and rude. And their son Tom had been anything but worse. All the villagers cared about was the identity of their murderer. Three welthy people did not drop dead on the same night. The village pub The Hanged Man did a drawing tray that night. The whole village turned out to discuse the murders. They were rerorded for leaving their firesides when it had been anouned that a man named Frank Brice had just been arrested.

But most people did not believe it was him.

"Freank?"

"Never."

Frank Brice was the Riddle's gardener. He lived in an old run down cottage on the Riddle graveyard. Frank had come back with a great dislike of croud noices and had been working for the Riddles ever sence. There was a rush to buy drinks and hear more details.

"I always thought he was heartless." Said the servent. "Unfriendly like."

"Oh no. He had a heart." Said a woman at the bar. "Frank likes the quiet life. That's no reason to,"

"Who else had a key to the back door then?" The servent barked. "He has a spear key in the cottage as far as I remember. Nobody barged the door last night. No broken windows. All Frank had to so was to creep up into the house while we were all sleeping."

"I always thought he had a nasty look in his eye Dot." Grunted a man who revealed the servents name.

"War turned him funny if you ask me." Said the landlord.

"I told you not to get on the wrong side of him didn't I." Said a woman in the corner. "I remember when he was a kid."

The next morning, hardly anyone believe Frank hadn't killed the Riddles. But in the nayboring town Great Hanglten in their police station, Frank was repeating again and again that he was inisunt. And that only other person he had seen that night was a teenage boy dark haired and pail. Nobody else in the village had seen such boy and the police believed that Frank made him up.

Then when things were about to get worse for Frank, the bodies were reported again. And police were shocked at the strange report that the Riddles weren't shot, poisoned, stabbed, strangled, or harmed at all. The Riddle's all apeared to be in perfect helth. Apart formt he fact that they were all dead. The doctors did note that each of the Riddle's had a look of terror on his or her face. But the police have never heard of being frightened to death.

As there was no proof that the Riddles had been mirdered at all, the police were forced to set Frank free. The Riddle's were barried in the graveyard behind their house. And their graves remained objects of cieariosity for a while. To everyone's shock and surprise, Frank returned to his cottage on the graveyard.

Dot still believed that Frank had killed them. Knowing that he'll leave when everyone sees that it really was him. But Frank did not leave. He stayed to tend the gardon for the next family who lived in the house. But no one moved into the house at all. Perhaps it was because someone once said that the house had such a nastying feeling about the place. And the absence of inhabbitets caused the house to fall into disrepare. Nobody owned the house or put to any use sense then.

Frank continued to do the gardoning however. And was now near his 77th year. He was now near death but could be seen pottering around the gardon even though the weeds were starting to pop up on him. But weeds were not Franks only problem. Kids mead a habbit of throwing rocks at the houses windows, rode their bikes over the lawn Frank worked so hard to keep smooth, and once or trice they broke into the old house for a dare. They knew Franks depretion to the house and grounds ment everything to him and it amused them to see him lumping across the gardon and yelling at them. Frank believed the kids did this becuause they, like their parents and grandparents, thought he had merdered the Riddles.

One night in Aguest when Frank woke up because of his bad leg and old age and began to refill a hot water kiddle to ease the pain, he found that the house had a flickering light on at the upper windows and believed that the kids had gone one step farhter into punishing him by setting the house on fire.

"Bloody kids." Frank said as he grabbed his walkng stick and walked outside and tords the house.

He had no telephone or anyway of contacting the fire department and he lost trust on the police when they took him in for questioning about the Riddle's death. So Frank had to take matters into his own hands.

No windows were broken and the front door wasn't barged in. Frank limped around ott he back until he reached the door from there. He pulled the key and put it into the locked and opened the door.

Frank had not entered the house for many years. Althought it was very dark, he remembered where to go. When he reached the hallway, he made his way up the stairs. And once at the landing, he turned right to see where the intruders were.

A door was open as Frank urdged closer and closer tords it. The fire he now saw had been lit in the crate. And when he got close enough, he saw a man. A man with only four fingers on his right hand.

And with that man looked like another man. Only this man wasn't human. He didn't look human at all. He was small, about the size of an infent, and he was very scrawny, and his nose looked to be two tiny reptangles, and the only clothes Frank was able to make out were a pare of boxers that were small enough to fit him.

"There is a little more left in the bottle my lord." Said the first man in a very fearful voice. "But if you are still hungry."

"Later!" The little man shouted in a strangely hight pitched voice that was as cold as a suddon blast of icy wind. Making Frank's back hairs stand up. "Move me closer to the fire Wormtail."

Nither one of the men had noticed Frank standing outside the door as the man named Wormtail pushed the little man on his chair tords the fireplace.

"Where is Nagini?" The little man asked.

"I...I don't know." Said Wormtail. "She set out to exploar the house I'm sure."

"You will milk her before we retire for the night Wormtail." Said the little man. "I will need feeding in the night. The journey has tired me greatly."

"My lord." Said Wormtail. "Might I ask how long we're going to stay here?"

"A week. As longer, the place is conftible but the plan can not proseed yet. It would be foolish to act before the Quidditch World Cup is over."

Frank put a finger in his ear and rotated it. He had never heard the word Quidditch before. In which was not a word at all.

"The Quidditch World Cup my lord?" Wormtail asked. "Forgive me. But I do not understand. Why shoud we wait until the world cup is over?"

"Because you fool. At this very moment wizards are pooring into Britin form all over the world. And every ministry wizard will be on duty. Among the watch for signs of unusily activities. Checking and double checking identities. They will be obsesed with sacurity. So the muggles won't notice anything. So we wait."

Frank stop rubbing his fingers in his ear. Those men were mentioning wizards and muggles. Something secret. And only spies and crinimals can speek in code.

"Your lordhsip is still determen then." Said Wormtail.

"Sertently I am still determen Wormtail."

"My lord. It could be done without Harry Potter."

"Without Harry Potter? I see."

"My lord. I do not say this out of consern for the boy. The boy is nothing to me. Nothing at all. It is if we were to use another witch or wizard the thing could be done much more quickly. If you allow me to leave and desgize myself with Polyjuice Potion I could be back first thing tomorrow night with a sutible person."

"I could use another wizard." Said the little man. "That is true."

"My lord it is true." Said Wormtail. "Laying hands on Harry Potter would be so hard. He's so well protected."

"And so you volintear to go and fetch me a substitude." Said the little man. "Perhaps the task of nursing me has become restless for you Wormtail. Could this be an adtempt to desert me and abandon the plan."

"No my lord. I have no wish to leave you or abandon the plan."

"I can tell that you are regreting returning to me Wormtail."

"No. My devotion to you,"

"Your devotion is nothing more than cowurdless. You would not be here if you had anywhere else to go. How am I to servive when I need feeding every few hours? Who's to milk Nagini?"

"But you seem so much stronger my lord."

"I am no stronger. And a few days alone would be enough to rob me of the little helth I have regained from Nagini and my four other remaining horcruxes. And form your clumbsy care. I have my reasons for using the boy as I have already explained to you Wormtail. And I will use no other. Having to wait 13 years, a few more months will make no difference. As for the protections surrounding the boy, I believe my plan will be efective. All that is needed is a little courage form you Wormtail. Courage you will find unless you wish to feel the wath of me. Lord Voldemort."

"My lord. I must speek. All through our journey I've gone through the plan in my head. My lord. Birhten Jorken's disappearence will not go unoticed for long. If I murder,"

"If?" The little man, Voldemort, asked. "If you follow the plan Wormtail, the ministry need never know that any one else has died. You'll do it quietly and without fuss. I only wish I could do it myself but in my present condition, come Wormtail, one more death and our path to Harry Potter is clear. I am not asking you to do it alone. By that time my fateful servent will rejoin us."

"I am a fateful servent."

"Wormtail. I need somebody with brains. Somebody who's loyalty has never waved. And you unfortintly fullfill nither requierment."

"I did find you. I was the one who found you. I broght you Birther Jorkings."

"That is true. I stroke of billience I have not thought of you Wormtail. Though if truth be told you were not aware of how useful she would have been when you caught her were you?"

"I thought she might be useful my lord."

"LIER! However I do not deny that her information was vauble. Without it, I could have never formed our plan and for that, you will have your rerorde Wormtail. I will give you a task one of my right hand followers would be willing to preform."

"Really my lord?"

"Wormtail. I do not want to spoil the surprise for you. Your part will come at the very end. But I promise you will have the honer of being useful as Birther Jorkings."

"You...you...are going...to kill me...to?"

"No. No. Why would I kill you? I killed Birther because I had to. She was fit for nothing after my questioning. But her questioning will go to the ministry that she met you if she was kept alive. Wizards and witches who are ment to be dead are not ment to end up with ministry wizards at way side ends."

Wormtail mutted soemthing so quietly that Frank could not hear it. But to make Voldemort laugh. A laugh that was as cold as his speach.

"We could have modified her memory? But memory charms can be broken by a powerful wizard like Dumbledore. I proved when I questioned her. It would be an insult not to use the information I've extracted from her Wormtail."

Frank was sweating all over his body that his clothes began to stick on him and his walking stick became slipperly. The man named Voldemort had killed a woman. He was talking about it without any remourse. He was dangerous dispite his size. He was a mad man and was plaining more murders. Frank also knew that he had to protect whoever this Harry Potter boy as well becasue this boy was in danger.

As much as he lost trust with the police, Frank knew he had to go to them now. He would head out of the hosue now and head stright for the telephone box in the village. But the man named Voldemort spoke again which froze Frank in place.

"One more murder Wormtail and at Hogwarts, Harry Potter is as good as mine. It is decided that there will be no more argument. And if you ask about that cat and mouse of his, don't. They won't be any problem for us. Hold on. I think I hear Nagini."

The man namded Voldemort began to make a noice that Frank had never heard before. He was hissing and spitting without drawing brath. Frank thought it was in his head. Then he heard movement behind him.

He turned to look and became perlized with fright. A gigantic snake was slithering tords him. And then it want tords the fire and aprotched Voldemort. And Frank had gotten the impossible idea that came to him. This mane can talk to snakes.

Before Frank could decided if to escape now, Voldemort had spoken in english again.

"Nagini has intresting news Wormtail. The old muggle caretaker is standing outside the door to this room. Listening to our little talk."

Frank didn't have time to move. Both men had turned to him.

"Come inside." Said Voldemort. "Where's your manors? Let me show you how I greet my uninvited gests. My wand Wormtail."

Frank wanted to get out but his legs didn't want to move. He watched as the little man was given a stick as he then pointed it at Frank and said,

"AVADER KADUVRA!"

A green ray of light shot out and hit Frank and he was dead. And back at his cottage, his kiddle began to hiss shooting out smoke and hight pitch whine.

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry woke up with Ginny and Tom and Jerry looking at him as the whining noise came form the kiddle downstairs.

"Ginny. Tom. Jerry. Bad dream."

"How bad?" Tom asked.

Harry tried to remember but thinking about what he had seen had made it difficult to him.

"We'll talk about it later."

Harry and Tom and Jerry had arrived at the barrow last night. Before he arrived, things had turned out a little better back at the Dursley's.

After becoming afraid that Harry's godfather was a mass merderer, the Dursley's didn't make Harry do all the work in the house. They started to ignore him. Pretending he wasn't even there in the house at all.

Aunt Petunia had also finally started putting Dudley on a diet. As the summer went by, he lost all the pounds he gained over the years. But was still huge and musculer liks his father.

Yesterday the Weasley's came to take Harry and Tom and Jerry to the barrow. When they came, Dudley got evolved with one of Fred and George's new tong toffy that made his tong grow bigger. Arthur had fix him up but Harry and Tom and Jerry had a good laugh about it.

"I told you to destroy those things!" They heard Molly shout form downstairs snapping them out of their thoughts.

"Mum we've worked hard on those products." They heard Fred said.

"I don't care how many O.W.L's you got! You're going to work in the ministry like your father weither you like it or not!"

Yep. It was clear to them and Ginny that Molly still refused to believe that a joke shop was not a good cerear choise than working in the ministry like their father. Fred and George told them that they planed to name their shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

"Come on. Breakfast is ready." Said Tom.

"And after that we'll meet with Neville and Luna and then off to the world cup." Said Jerry.