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OtterySt.Catchpole · 11-15-2006, 05:20 AM

The Riddle House had laid empty for many years. Its walls covered in ivy, and the windows in grime, the upper rooms smelled of moisture and rotten wood from seeping rain that had come in through the leaky roof, and the whole place had a stale, musty smell pervading it. The furniture in the house lay covered under white sheets, at least once they had been white, now they were a dingy gray color with the years and dust that lay on them. All the rooms were cold and dark except one on the top floor. There warm, bright flames crackled in the fireplace, a large chair sitting in front of it.

“I will return Wormtail, more powerful and dangerous than ever before.” The figure behind the large chair attested. “Make no mistake on that. Certain preparations must be made for my arrival, and you must tend to them. You and my most loyal servant.”

The cowering, hunched figure of the traitorous Peter Pettigrew stood sniveling beside the fireplace, gazing at the floor, fearful of the figure in the chair. Too cowardly to dare gaze on the very creature that even now spoke to him, and perhaps as wary of the one curling itself around his legs. Nagini hissed at Wormtail. It seemed as if the snake loved toying with him, but had Wormtail been a creature of more foresight he would have understood just how necessary he was, just then, to the Dark Lord and just how weakened he was in his present state.

Still, there were ways in which the Dark Lord had ensured his immortality, and Peter was not about to test his master’s vengefulness. So, he cowered, whimpering his replies and secretly cursing his vile luck. Peter had been forced to come looking for his old master for need of his protection. It was his way, much as it was Snape’s, to seek the safety that stronger beings afforded them.

“Wormtail you fool! It is time to milk Nagini again. I grow thirsty and I will have my all my desires quenched. All of them,” he called out at Peter who had been lost in thought.

“Yes master,” the sniveling wretch replied as he shivered as much from fear as contempt.

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OtterySt.Catchpole SS Featured Artist DA Poet Rupert is My Man! SS100 Triumphant Aethonan Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Lovin m wolf & dingo Posts: 18,891 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ottery St. Catchpole Third Year	Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert The Riddle House had laid empty for many years. Its walls covered in ivy, and the windows in grime, the upper rooms smelled of moisture and rotten wood from seeping rain that had come in through the leaky roof, and the whole place had a stale, musty smell pervading it. The furniture in the house lay covered under white sheets, at least once they had been white, now they were a dingy gray color with the years and dust that lay on them. All the rooms were cold and dark except one on the top floor. There warm, bright flames crackled in the fireplace, a large chair sitting in front of it. “I will return Wormtail, more powerful and dangerous than ever before.” The figure behind the large chair attested. “Make no mistake on that. Certain preparations must be made for my arrival, and you must tend to them. You and my most loyal servant.” The cowering, hunched figure of the traitorous Peter Pettigrew stood sniveling beside the fireplace, gazing at the floor, fearful of the figure in the chair. Too cowardly to dare gaze on the very creature that even now spoke to him, and perhaps as wary of the one curling itself around his legs. Nagini hissed at Wormtail. It seemed as if the snake loved toying with him, but had Wormtail been a creature of more foresight he would have understood just how necessary he was, just then, to the Dark Lord and just how weakened he was in his present state. Still, there were ways in which the Dark Lord had ensured his immortality, and Peter was not about to test his master’s vengefulness. So, he cowered, whimpering his replies and secretly cursing his vile luck. Peter had been forced to come looking for his old master for need of his protection. It was his way, much as it was Snape’s, to seek the safety that stronger beings afforded them. “Wormtail you fool! It is time to milk Nagini again. I grow thirsty and I will have my all my desires quenched. All of them,” he called out at Peter who had been lost in thought. “Yes master,” the sniveling wretch replied as he shivered as much from fear as contempt. __________________