Post by wormy on Apr 3, 2006 16:25:13 GMT
Wormtail do this. Wormtail do that. Wormtail, my faithful servant. Oh, yes, faithful servant to lord and master. Never doubt the Dark Lord. He knew all. He knew best. Peter would do anything to please his lord. Including this. He had jumped to do this. He would do it well too. He had to do it well. Simple task. Fool could handle task. Had to show others he wasn’t a fool. Had to show them. Show them he would. Although he knew what to do, and had ran it through his mind so many times; Peter was still frightened. With a sigh, he transfigured into his rat form. His tail twitching back and forth. Stupid rat habits.
In through the doors, the windows, the cracks and holes. He weaved from one classroom to the next looking for him. Where is he? Where’d he go? Simple task. Simple. But blasted man with blasted cat was hard to find. Stupid caretaker Filch and his stupid Mrs. Norris. Why did they need them anyway? No questioning. Just do. Peter crawled through another hole and through another wall, into another classroom, through another corridor. Past the trophy room, past the Great Hall, past classrooms, past rooms that haunted Peter in his school years. Finally, found old man. Quickly, unnoticed, Peter turned back into fat pudgy human. Looked more appealing in rat form. He took out his wand and raised it but before he could do anything there was a hissing noise and a meow from behind him.
At the same moment, him and Filch turned to see Mrs. Norris, ready to attack. Foolishly, Filch turned to run – and Peter turned to face him. Filch hobbled away, quickly Peter put his wand back up; “Imperio!” It worked. But that blasted cat got in the way and attacked him. Stupid cat. Peter kicked with his legs which the cat was clawing at. Stupid stupid stupid cat. Raising his wand again, Peter pointed it at Mrs. Norris; “Flippendo!” The cat went reeling backward, flipping over and over and over again. Inside Peter glowed. Master would be so proud. So proud! Good job Wormtail! Good job! You are faithful servant! More faithful than Malfoy! More faithful than Crabbe or Goyle! Best servant! That’s when he heard a noise. Someone was there. Oh, no! He was found! No!
Wheeled around on heel to see Creevey boy. Creevey boy was obsessed with Potter. Maybe could use him for something. Two birdies with one ickle stone. Peter quickly raised his wand again, not giving the Creevey boy a chance to react; “Stupefy!” The light from his wand went into the boy, and he fell over. Now what to do? Oh now what to do? Now what? Peter’s nose twitched as he thought of a plan. Oh, no. Oh, no. He put his wand in his pocket and stooped down, looping his arms under the Creevey boy’s. Then he dragged, down the corridors, through the double doors and out to the grounds. When he reached the outskirts of Hogsmeade, he apparated back. Master would be so proud.
This hadn’t been told to Peter! He didn’t want to do it! But he would. He would for his master. He would. Though he wasn’t sure on how he was going to do it. Peter looked down at the polyjuice potion. Why? Why him? Mulciber had already done something with a polyjuice potion, he was expert by now. Why couldn’t he be the Creevey boy? He looked to the other Death Eaters, who were watching him expectantly and held the cup in his hands. He didn’t want to! But he would. He would for his master.
The cup went to his lips, and the slop went down his throat making him gag. Yucky stuff! Stuff that he didn’t like! Slowly he began to feel sick and then he began to change. His hair changed and so did his eyes and his height grew, and he grew his finger back. He was tall and better looking than before. He might like this. But he knew he would learn to dislike it. When he was completely transformed, Peter made his way back to Hogwarts which was looming up before him.
He had to keep from twitching his nose, that would definitely give him away. But now that he didn’t look like him, many wouldn’t know. They would all think he was the Creevey boy. Hehe, they didn’t know. They didn’t know. No one knew but those who followed the Dark Lord. His master. Peter was a good servant, and the Dark Lord would favour him to all. He would. And Peter would show all of them, show all of them who was the bes.t
In through the doors, the windows, the cracks and holes. He weaved from one classroom to the next looking for him. Where is he? Where’d he go? Simple task. Simple. But blasted man with blasted cat was hard to find. Stupid caretaker Filch and his stupid Mrs. Norris. Why did they need them anyway? No questioning. Just do. Peter crawled through another hole and through another wall, into another classroom, through another corridor. Past the trophy room, past the Great Hall, past classrooms, past rooms that haunted Peter in his school years. Finally, found old man. Quickly, unnoticed, Peter turned back into fat pudgy human. Looked more appealing in rat form. He took out his wand and raised it but before he could do anything there was a hissing noise and a meow from behind him.
At the same moment, him and Filch turned to see Mrs. Norris, ready to attack. Foolishly, Filch turned to run – and Peter turned to face him. Filch hobbled away, quickly Peter put his wand back up; “Imperio!” It worked. But that blasted cat got in the way and attacked him. Stupid cat. Peter kicked with his legs which the cat was clawing at. Stupid stupid stupid cat. Raising his wand again, Peter pointed it at Mrs. Norris; “Flippendo!” The cat went reeling backward, flipping over and over and over again. Inside Peter glowed. Master would be so proud. So proud! Good job Wormtail! Good job! You are faithful servant! More faithful than Malfoy! More faithful than Crabbe or Goyle! Best servant! That’s when he heard a noise. Someone was there. Oh, no! He was found! No!
Wheeled around on heel to see Creevey boy. Creevey boy was obsessed with Potter. Maybe could use him for something. Two birdies with one ickle stone. Peter quickly raised his wand again, not giving the Creevey boy a chance to react; “Stupefy!” The light from his wand went into the boy, and he fell over. Now what to do? Oh now what to do? Now what? Peter’s nose twitched as he thought of a plan. Oh, no. Oh, no. He put his wand in his pocket and stooped down, looping his arms under the Creevey boy’s. Then he dragged, down the corridors, through the double doors and out to the grounds. When he reached the outskirts of Hogsmeade, he apparated back. Master would be so proud.
This hadn’t been told to Peter! He didn’t want to do it! But he would. He would for his master. He would. Though he wasn’t sure on how he was going to do it. Peter looked down at the polyjuice potion. Why? Why him? Mulciber had already done something with a polyjuice potion, he was expert by now. Why couldn’t he be the Creevey boy? He looked to the other Death Eaters, who were watching him expectantly and held the cup in his hands. He didn’t want to! But he would. He would for his master.
The cup went to his lips, and the slop went down his throat making him gag. Yucky stuff! Stuff that he didn’t like! Slowly he began to feel sick and then he began to change. His hair changed and so did his eyes and his height grew, and he grew his finger back. He was tall and better looking than before. He might like this. But he knew he would learn to dislike it. When he was completely transformed, Peter made his way back to Hogwarts which was looming up before him.
He had to keep from twitching his nose, that would definitely give him away. But now that he didn’t look like him, many wouldn’t know. They would all think he was the Creevey boy. Hehe, they didn’t know. They didn’t know. No one knew but those who followed the Dark Lord. His master. Peter was a good servant, and the Dark Lord would favour him to all. He would. And Peter would show all of them, show all of them who was the bes.t