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batsutousaiTitle: The Forgotten
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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: OC/OC, Tom/Doo(Harry)
Warnings: SLASH/YAOI, Character death, OOCness, AU(we all know Jo won’t let this happen…), OCs, Suicide attempt
Summary: What if Voldemort wins the “Final Battle,” but Harry Potter survives?
Living in the Muggle world with no memory of his past, can Harry find the key to saving them all?
Disclaim Her: Mehee. I finally filled in the pairings. Mehee.
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
:Parseltongue:
-~/\~-
Chapter Five
Another Clue
-~\/~-
“Where are Nick and Deva?” Doo inquired when Syna came in Monday afternoon. The pale-haired man was sitting up in the bed looking much better. Tom was still seated next to him, and had only left his side to use the restroom and change, once, into more comfortable robes.
“They vent back into tovn.” Syna sighed, sitting down at the end of the bed, where Nick normally sat. “They’re rallying the tovnspeople to help in the court case against Zack.”
‘What court case?’ Tom frowned.
Doo’s eyes widened in shock. “They aren’t...”
“They most certainly are.” Syna replied. “There’s no vay you’re losing Sherbet Lemon to him. Ve vill all help.”
“Wait, wait!” Tom looked between the two on the bed suspiciously, having figured out this had something to do with the letter Zack had sent Doo. “What exactly did that letter say?”
“Oh, it called me a few pleasant names, mentioned a few nice memories from the past, and mentioned that Zack’s filing a suit against my candy shop for it’s un-cleanliness.” Doo replied brightly.
“Un-cleanliness?” Tom growled, red eyes flashing. “I’ll show him un-cleanliness...” He was half out of his chair when Syna got to him and pushed him back down.
“I haff strict orders from one Mr Nicholas Ripley to keep you vith Doo at any cost until he says othervise. Do not make me tie you to your chair, Mr Marvolo.” Syna said seriously, shaking a finger in the Dark Lord’s face.
Tom narrowed his eyes at her. “You have no control over me, Krum.”
“So I am not your superior?” Syna shot back. “You look not like Voldemort, Mr Marvolo, and he is the only one that can order me around.”
The Dark Lord stared at her for a long moment in mild shock before letting out a huff and sitting back in his chair. “Get out of my face, Syna.”
Syna smirked and sat back down on the end of Doo’s bed while the pale-haired man sniggered. “Tom, you are so silly!”
“Oh, shut up, Doo.” Tom muttered.
Doo smiled at the scarlet-eyed man before looking back at the witch on the end of his bed. “They left this morning?”
“Yes.” Syna nodded.
“How do they plan to put this together by next week?” Doo whispered.
“They’re going to go around to everyone they knov and get help in gathering more people. Nick says a lot of people like you in that tovn and they vould be sad to see you leave. He believes they vill all stand vith you. Zack has not a chance.”
Doo shook his head. “Zack’s a good lawyer. I don’t have much hope for this case.”
“Do you have a lawyer?” Tom asked suddenly.
Doo shook his head again. “Zack was my shop’s lawyer. I never really had a need to get a new one. This was unexpected, and I don’t have the money for it, either, now that I think about it...” He bit his lip.
Tom glanced at Syna. “May I leave my chair long enough to make a fire-call to my lawyer?” He inquired of his second.
“Tom, no...”
Tom gave Doo a sharp look to end his complaint and looked back at Syna. “Well?”
“You think Peter vill handle a Muggle case?” Syna inquired.
“You’re assuming I’m giving him a choice, my dear.” The Dark Lord replied in a honey-filled voice.
Syna grimaced. “Go on, then. Use the fire in Dulcie’s office, she’s helping Severus vith some potions she needs.”
“As if Severus needs the help.” The Dark Lord growled before getting up and walking towards the office.
“Peter?” Doo inquired of the witch.
Syna nodded. “Peter Pettigrev.”
Doo blinked a few times in shock. “Wormtail became a lawyer?” He asked at last.
Syna smiled. “Yes. It vas a shock, but he is a good one. He has von every case I haff ever seen him fight in.”
“How many times does he put the judge under Imperio?” Doo snorted, amused. He had no clue how he knew that this “Peter Pettigrew” also was known as Wormtail, but Syna had taken it in stride, as usual these days, so he just followed her example.
“He doesn’t. He just alvays has good arguments.”
“For some reason, that sounds like him.” The pale-haired man agreed.
“He will do it.” Tom said suddenly as he came back out into the main ward.
“Hov many times did you haff to threaten him?” Syna asked with a touch of laughter in her voice.
“None, remarkably.” The Dark Lord replied, sitting back down in his chair. “I merely told him I had a Muggle case that I needed him to work on for me.”
“Maybe he vas being agreeable so you vouldn’t threaten him.” Syna decided.
“Probably.” Tom smiled at Doo. “See. All taken care of.”
Doo smiled back. “Yeah. Thanks, Tom.”
“Of course.”
-~/\~-
“Well, you can probably handle going down to the Great Hall for dinner, Mr Tarrant.” Dulcie said after doing a scan on the Forgotten.
Doo glanced over at Tom, then grinned at the pleading look on the Dark Lord’s face. “Sure.”
“Yes.” Tom whispered, winking at Doo from behind the mediwitch.
Dulcie turned around and frowned at the Dark Lord. She’d been informed of his second identity earlier, as had the rest of the staff. Syna had made certain that Doo wouldn’t find out that Tom was really Voldemort until the Dark Lord felt like it, even though she didn’t agree with his game. “Listen here, Mr Marvolo,” Dulcie started, shaking her finger in Tom’s face, “I want you to keep a very close eye on Mr Tarrant. I don’t want him back in here again for quite some time!”
Doo’s face lit up. “You mean I’m out of here?!”
Dulcie smiled at the pale-haired man over her shoulder. “You’ve recovered very well, Doo. If you’d like to get out of the Infirmary, I have no problems with it, but I do ask that you spend at least this night in the castle with someone near you. In the morning, I’d like to do one last scan, then we’ll see if you can leave the school for the day...”
“As long as I don’t do anything strenuous, yes, I know.” Doo rolled his eyes, smiling. “I like that idea, actually. Is there a place in the school that I can sleep in that would have a member of the staff near me or something?”
Dulcie glanced over her shoulder at the Dark Lord, who was tugging a change of robes out of his small travelling case, before replying. “Tom has a private suite here at the school that has an extra bedroom. I’m sure he’d let you stay with him if you asked.”
Doo blushed and turned his gaze to the windows. “Maybe...”
“What have you done this time, Dulcie?” Tom muttered before tossing the robes on top of Doo’s head. “If those don’t fit you, I’ll resize them for you.”
Doo grinned at his friend from behind the loaned clothing, cheeks still brushed with a tint of pink. “Thanks, Tom.” He said before getting out of the bed and wandering over to the bathroom to change.
“He likes you.” Dulcie said rather suddenly to the Dark Lord after the bathroom door had closed. Tom looked at her in shock. “He does.” She poked his side. “And you’re going to take care of my patient or I’ll have your head, my Lord.”
Tom scowled. “Yes, mother.”
The mediwitch smiled brightly. “Have a good evening, Mr Marvolo.” She offered before returning to her office.
Tom muttered something under his breath about idiot mediwitches that thought they could order him around having another thing coming.
Doo slipped out of the bathroom, gripping the robe tightly at his neck, and walked over to Tom. “It’s a little too big, yeah.” He muttered.
Tom nodded and pulled out his yew wand. “Let go of them or I can’t be sure they fit, Doo.” He ordered. The younger man glanced up at him nervously and Tom realized what the problem was. “We all have scars, remember?” He said gently.
Slowly, Doo let go of the collar and let it hang straight, eyes on the floor before him. His shoulders were quite a bit narrower than the Dark Lord’s, so the robe slipped down far enough to show a nasty-looking scar over his heart that looked like someone had tried pulling the organ out. Tom fought back the reflex to wince, he knew that hadn’t been a pleasant torture device, and he had used it constantly, and just cast the spell to shrink the clothing.
Once the robes were resized, Doo let out a hiss of air, and glanced up at the scarlet eyes, half expecting to see disgust there. What he found was sadness and it startled him. “Tom?”
“Perhaps it’s a good thing you don’t remember some things.” The Dark Lord replied sadly as he put his wand away.
Doo blinked a few times in confusion. “Why?”
“That scar, over your heart,” Tom met Doo’s gaze evenly. “It was my fault. I am sorry.”
The pale-haired man offered his friend a faint smile. “The past is gone, Tom. It was a war, and things like that happen.”
“War, yes.” Tom looked up at the ceiling with a frown. “Is war an excuse to rip people’s hearts out?” He glanced back at Doo curiously.
“War is the excuse for everything.” Was Doo’s calm response. “Let’s go to the Great Hall and get some grub.”
Tom let out a snort and held out his arm for Doo to take. Together, they walked down to the Great Hall in silence. Just before they stepped inside, though, Tom paused and glanced down at his companion, who blinked at him. “I am sorry, though. I wasn’t, before, but I am now.” He said softly before leading Doo into the Hall and seating them both at the end of the table, next to Severus.
Doo pondered Tom’s words as he filled his plate and the scarlet-eyed man struck up a conversation with the Potions professor. ‘Deva was right. I am a good influence on him. Well, she said bad, but I think it’s good. Of course, we’re on...well, we were on opposite sides...’ Doo sighed, not noticing the worried look the Dark Lord shot at him. ‘When Syna introduced Tom, she started to call him something that started with an “L”... When Deva was saying I was a bad influence on Tom a couple of days ago, she started to call him something that started with “Lo”... Both times, Tom corrected them rather sharply. So he’s not telling me his true name? Or is he telling me his birth name and others know him by some other name?
‘This is so confusing! Tom’s so close-mouthed about some things and he’s really rather violent with other people. He’s nice to me, which is great and all, but I wish I knew what he was really like. Everyone else walks on eggshells around him, as if he’ll explode if they do the wrong thing... Well, everyone but Syna, who, as Voldemort’s second, holds power of some sort over Tom... At least, that’s what I think is going on... Tom Marvolo, you’re such a riddle!’ Doo complained mentally, accidentally spearing his fork into his chicken a little too hard.
Tom looked over quickly at the sharp ‘clang’ and noticed the vexed look on Doo’s face. “Doo, are you okay?” He asked gently.
Doo looked up in surprise. “Yes. Just thinking.”
“Don’t stress yourself out. I really don’t need Dulcie to hunt me down, thanks.” The Dark Lord replied wryly.
Doo smiled. “Right. Sorry.”
Tom waved the apology off. “Eat.”
The pale-haired man glanced back down at his plate. ‘No time like the present to see if I can stay with him tonight, I guess...’ Doo took a deep breath and glanced back up at Tom, who was giving him and odd look. “Dulcie mentioned that you have a private suite here.” He started off, fighting a blush down.
Tom blinked a few times. “Yes...”
“And she said it has an extra room...”
The Dark Lord mentally threw a few dozen hexes at the mediwitch before smiling at Doo. “Yes, it does. Would you like to stay with me tonight?”
Doo nodded. “If it’s not too much trouble, I mean...”
“Of course it’s no trouble. I’ll show you the place after dinner. Now, eat your food before it runs off.” The Dark Lord replied in a calm voice.
Doo snorted and turned back to his plate. “Idiot.”
Tom laughed.
-~/\~-
“It’s not as clean as your flat, and we’ve got house-elves here, so please ignore the mess.” Tom said with a grimace before turning to the door and waving his wand in a complex pattern right in front of the wood. The door popped open and the two stepped in.
Doo looked around curiously. There were six stern-looking chairs placed in a half-circle in front of the fireplace. There were built-in bookshelves lining the walls and filled with books on all sorts of subjects. In front of the only empty section of wall, there sat a long cabinet which had empty trays placed atop it. On either side of the fireplace was a door. A third door was at the end of the cabinet. In an out-of-the-way corner sat a table with what looked like building plans and notes piled on top in a disorderly fashion. Other than the table, the place looked extremely clean, and Doo told Tom so.
Tom grimaced. “You haven’t seen my bedroom yet.”
Doo grinned. “Tom, you never saw my bedroom. The place is an absolute war zone!”
Tom looked relieved. “Oh, you don’t know how much better I feel, knowing you’re not a neat-freak!”
Doo smacked the Dark Lord’s arm. “Prat.”
Tom grinned. “Come on. I’ll show you your room.” He offered, then led the pale-haired man to the door on the right side of the fireplace.
They entered a room decked out in blue. The canopy bed was draped with blue hangings which closed at the pull of a cord. The covers of the bed were silk and coloured a pastel blue, as were the pillow shams. A wardrobe that stood against the far right wall, and the table that sat in front of a plush blue chair were both painted blue to match the rest of the room.
“You think people who stay in here will like blue?” Doo teased.
“Don’t you?” The Dark Lord replied with a worried expression.
“Yes, it’s fine.” Doo smiled. “Thank you.”
Tom tugged on a lock of Doo’s hair. “Of course.” He nodded to the door that was in the centre of the left wall. “That’s the door to my room, if you need me for anything. The door out in the main room that is next to the snack table is to the bathroom.”
Doo nodded. “What will I do about sleeping cloths?”
Tom smiled. “The wardrobe has a spell on it to size the clothing in it to whatever size that is needed. There should be a couple of pairs of pajamas in there that you may borrow. There are also quite a few robes and some Muggle clothing, so you can dress for tomorrow in whatever you’d like.”
“Great.” Doo grinned before heading over to the door to Tom’s room.
“What are you doing?” Tom asked suspiciously as Doo tugged open the door. “No! Don’t go in there!”
Doo glanced around the room of his friend and grinned. The place was just as much as a war zone as his own room. Clothing was strewn about the room and a few random pictures were set up on a small table in one corner. The wardrobe’s doors were thrown open and there were robes and other garments hanging out. The canopy bed sat in a dark corner of the room and was just like the one in the guest room next door, except this one was done up in green and silver. A small bookcase sat next to a plush chair in the far wall closest to the door to the sitting-room.
Tom poked his head onto the room over Doo’s shoulder. :He is safe.: He hissed.
Doo looked up at him in surprise. Tom’s words had been mostly clear, with a distinct serpent-like hiss sliding though the syllables in a confusing manner. It was almost as if the language the scarlet-eyed man had spoken in was one Doo had once spoken himself, but had started to forget. ‘The memory spell? But, Syna said it shouldn’t hamper my knowledge of other languages if I once knew them...’ He thought with a frown.
“Doo?” Tom set a hand on his friend’s shoulder, then nodded towards the ground in front of them. Doo looked down, eyes widening in shock at the cobra sitting there peacefully. “This is Inda.” Tom offered. :Luv, this is my friend, Doo.:
The serpent rose up in the air. :He tastes different from the others I have met.:
:He’s been in the Muggle world for a long time now, and he’s a Forgotten.: Tom replied.
:No, that’s not it. He smells like...: Inda cocked her head to one side and tasted the air again. :He smells like you, Tom.:
Tom’s eyes widened and he turned to stare at Doo, who was examining the snake from above. :Like me how?:
Inda offered the Dark Lord a serpentine smile, a truly frightening thing. :He has power, and he smells faintly of snakes.: The cobra slid forward and curled herself around Doo’s right leg, startling the Forgotten. :I like him.:
Tom rolled his eyes and offered Doo a small smile. “She won’t hurt you.”
“I-I know...” Doo replied, bending down so he could stroke the serpent’s head. “She likes me, right?”
Tom’s eyes widened again. “You speak Parseltongue...”
“I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language.” Echoed a voice in Doo’s mind. He glanced up a Tom with a frown. “Snake language?”
Tom nodded grimly. “I thought I was the only one left...” He ran a hand through his hair. “There was one other that I knew of in the war, but he’s dead. I know he’s dead.” He stepped into the room and started kicking clothing over towards the wardrobe, an agitated expression on his face.
Inda slithered up Doo’s torso and rested her head on the Forgotten’s shoulder. :He does this every time Harry Potter is mentioned.:
“Harry Potter?” Doo whispered back, dully noting that he didn’t appear able to speak Parseltongue, just understand it.
Inda nodded. :Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. He was Tom’s greatest foe, more so than even Dumbledore, though others might disagree with that.:
“Why?”
:Why would I think Harry Potter was Tom’s greatest foe? Or why would others disagree?: Inda teased gently. She really did like this young man.
“Both, I guess.” Doo decided, wincing as Tom stubbed his toe on the bed post and let out a string of curses. “Should we go back to the guest room?”
:Probably safest.: Inda agreed with a touch of laughter in her voice.
Doo grinned and slipped back into the blue room he’d be staying in for the night and settled himself on the bed. “Well, Inda?”
Inda slid down to the top of the bed and stared at Doo for a long moment before speaking. :There was a prophesy that claimed that Harry Potter would be the only one who could kill Tom. Dumbledore was powerful and a danger, yes, but he would never kill Tom, and they both knew it. Harry Potter wasn’t seen as a real threat to the wizarding world at large because the prophesy was never made public. He was always just a kid with a fair amount of power.:
“You sound sad...”
Inda let out something that translated to a sigh in Doo’s mind. :I met Harry Potter once, but Tom doesn’t know that. He was a very sad child. He died in the war.:
“How old was he, Inda?” Doo inquired softly.
:Early twenties, I think. He was a co-leader of the Light, and one of their best fighters.: The serpent offered mildly. :He hated that, but he had no choice.:
“No choice?”
Inda shook her head. :No. He was the Boy-Who-Lived for surviving the Killing Curse. He was famous at one.:
“And he didn’t like it...” Doo whispered, shaking his head. “I can agree with him, then. I’d hate being in the public eye all the time.”
:It is stressful, yes.: Inda agreed. :Why don’t you change for bed? I will stay in here tonight. Tom is in his scary mood.:
Doo laughed. “All right.” He grabbed some pajamas from the wardrobe, then went out to change in the bathroom.
Tom poked his head into the room. :He’s left?:
:Yes.: Inda glanced up at the Dark Lord calmly. :I will stay in here and watch your friend. He is good conversation.:
Tom grimaced. :Sorry.:
:Go to sleep, Tom. I will call you if there is trouble.: Inda sighed.
The Dark Lord offered his serpent a faint smile before slipping back into his room and closing the door, but he spelled a small hole in the bottom so Inda could slither between the rooms easily.
-~/\~-
:Tom! TOM!:
The Dark Lord bolted upright in his bed and squinted around for the person calling his name. “Who’s there?” He grumbled, fingers flexing around his wand under the pillows.
:It’s Inda! Come quick, please!:
Tom poked his head over the edge of the bed and blinked at the yellow eyes watching him. :What’s wrong? What’s happened?:
:Doo is screaming in his sleep.: Inda replied, worry colouring her hiss.
:Shit.: The Dark Lord jumped out of bed and immediately hurried into the connecting room, not bothering to grab a robe to throw over his scarred torso. As Inda had said, Doo was flailing around in his bed, screaming. Tom muttered a spell and a small splash of water hit Doo in the face.
Doo’s eyes snapped open and focused on the first thing he saw, which happened to be scarlet eyes. “Tom?” He whispered.
Tom slipped onto the bed and rested a hand on Doo’s forehead. “You had a nightmare.”
The pale-haired man sat up rather suddenly and buried his face in Tom’s chest. “There was so much death and pain. And Ron and the twins were dead. They were fighting off the Death Eaters and then Voldemort came and he killed them! He just killed them without a second thought! Oh, God... Oh God...”
Tom folded his arms around the sobbing man and closed his eyes, rocking back and forth gently. ‘The Weasleys. Oh, Doo, I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry...’
Once Doo had finally fallen back to sleep, Tom tried getting up to go back to his own room, but the younger man had a death grip on him that just would not loosen. With a resigned sigh, the Dark Lord pulled the silk sheets up over both of them and settled in for the night.
-~/\~-
-~\/~-
A/N: *cackles evilly, then pauses for a small coughing fit* This cold is seriously cramping my style, dammit!! *scowls darkly*
I just know people are going to ask me about Nagini, so I’ll just mention this here: She’s dead. Snakes don’t live as long as humans, and she died not long after the war.
Twist on Wormtail. I thought it would be interesting to make him a respectable job. He’d probably make a better detective than a lawyer but, hey, humour me, k?
~Batsutousai
Chapters:
Prologue
1 - Hogwarts ||| 2 - Nicholas Wants Answers ||| 3 - Depression
4 - The Greatest Idiot |||5 - Another Clue ||| 6 - Discovered
7 - Harry Potter Lives ||| 8 - The Power Over the Dark ||| 9 - Answers
10 - The True Threat Becomes Known ||| 11 - Gathering Allies ||| 12 - A New Bond
13 - Culross and Her Staff ||| 14 - Courting Your Fate
Discontinued
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: OC/OC, Tom/Doo(Harry)
Warnings: SLASH/YAOI, Character death, OOCness, AU(we all know Jo won’t let this happen…), OCs, Suicide attempt
Summary: What if Voldemort wins the “Final Battle,” but Harry Potter survives?
Living in the Muggle world with no memory of his past, can Harry find the key to saving them all?
Disclaim Her: Mehee. I finally filled in the pairings. Mehee.
Key:
’Thoughts’
Writing
”Doo’s memory flashes”
¤Another language, like Bulgarian¤
:Parseltongue:
Chapter Five
Another Clue
-~\/~-
“Where are Nick and Deva?” Doo inquired when Syna came in Monday afternoon. The pale-haired man was sitting up in the bed looking much better. Tom was still seated next to him, and had only left his side to use the restroom and change, once, into more comfortable robes.
“They vent back into tovn.” Syna sighed, sitting down at the end of the bed, where Nick normally sat. “They’re rallying the tovnspeople to help in the court case against Zack.”
‘What court case?’ Tom frowned.
Doo’s eyes widened in shock. “They aren’t...”
“They most certainly are.” Syna replied. “There’s no vay you’re losing Sherbet Lemon to him. Ve vill all help.”
“Wait, wait!” Tom looked between the two on the bed suspiciously, having figured out this had something to do with the letter Zack had sent Doo. “What exactly did that letter say?”
“Oh, it called me a few pleasant names, mentioned a few nice memories from the past, and mentioned that Zack’s filing a suit against my candy shop for it’s un-cleanliness.” Doo replied brightly.
“Un-cleanliness?” Tom growled, red eyes flashing. “I’ll show him un-cleanliness...” He was half out of his chair when Syna got to him and pushed him back down.
“I haff strict orders from one Mr Nicholas Ripley to keep you vith Doo at any cost until he says othervise. Do not make me tie you to your chair, Mr Marvolo.” Syna said seriously, shaking a finger in the Dark Lord’s face.
Tom narrowed his eyes at her. “You have no control over me, Krum.”
“So I am not your superior?” Syna shot back. “You look not like Voldemort, Mr Marvolo, and he is the only one that can order me around.”
The Dark Lord stared at her for a long moment in mild shock before letting out a huff and sitting back in his chair. “Get out of my face, Syna.”
Syna smirked and sat back down on the end of Doo’s bed while the pale-haired man sniggered. “Tom, you are so silly!”
“Oh, shut up, Doo.” Tom muttered.
Doo smiled at the scarlet-eyed man before looking back at the witch on the end of his bed. “They left this morning?”
“Yes.” Syna nodded.
“How do they plan to put this together by next week?” Doo whispered.
“They’re going to go around to everyone they knov and get help in gathering more people. Nick says a lot of people like you in that tovn and they vould be sad to see you leave. He believes they vill all stand vith you. Zack has not a chance.”
Doo shook his head. “Zack’s a good lawyer. I don’t have much hope for this case.”
“Do you have a lawyer?” Tom asked suddenly.
Doo shook his head again. “Zack was my shop’s lawyer. I never really had a need to get a new one. This was unexpected, and I don’t have the money for it, either, now that I think about it...” He bit his lip.
Tom glanced at Syna. “May I leave my chair long enough to make a fire-call to my lawyer?” He inquired of his second.
“Tom, no...”
Tom gave Doo a sharp look to end his complaint and looked back at Syna. “Well?”
“You think Peter vill handle a Muggle case?” Syna inquired.
“You’re assuming I’m giving him a choice, my dear.” The Dark Lord replied in a honey-filled voice.
Syna grimaced. “Go on, then. Use the fire in Dulcie’s office, she’s helping Severus vith some potions she needs.”
“As if Severus needs the help.” The Dark Lord growled before getting up and walking towards the office.
“Peter?” Doo inquired of the witch.
Syna nodded. “Peter Pettigrev.”
Doo blinked a few times in shock. “Wormtail became a lawyer?” He asked at last.
Syna smiled. “Yes. It vas a shock, but he is a good one. He has von every case I haff ever seen him fight in.”
“How many times does he put the judge under Imperio?” Doo snorted, amused. He had no clue how he knew that this “Peter Pettigrew” also was known as Wormtail, but Syna had taken it in stride, as usual these days, so he just followed her example.
“He doesn’t. He just alvays has good arguments.”
“For some reason, that sounds like him.” The pale-haired man agreed.
“He will do it.” Tom said suddenly as he came back out into the main ward.
“Hov many times did you haff to threaten him?” Syna asked with a touch of laughter in her voice.
“None, remarkably.” The Dark Lord replied, sitting back down in his chair. “I merely told him I had a Muggle case that I needed him to work on for me.”
“Maybe he vas being agreeable so you vouldn’t threaten him.” Syna decided.
“Probably.” Tom smiled at Doo. “See. All taken care of.”
Doo smiled back. “Yeah. Thanks, Tom.”
“Of course.”
“Well, you can probably handle going down to the Great Hall for dinner, Mr Tarrant.” Dulcie said after doing a scan on the Forgotten.
Doo glanced over at Tom, then grinned at the pleading look on the Dark Lord’s face. “Sure.”
“Yes.” Tom whispered, winking at Doo from behind the mediwitch.
Dulcie turned around and frowned at the Dark Lord. She’d been informed of his second identity earlier, as had the rest of the staff. Syna had made certain that Doo wouldn’t find out that Tom was really Voldemort until the Dark Lord felt like it, even though she didn’t agree with his game. “Listen here, Mr Marvolo,” Dulcie started, shaking her finger in Tom’s face, “I want you to keep a very close eye on Mr Tarrant. I don’t want him back in here again for quite some time!”
Doo’s face lit up. “You mean I’m out of here?!”
Dulcie smiled at the pale-haired man over her shoulder. “You’ve recovered very well, Doo. If you’d like to get out of the Infirmary, I have no problems with it, but I do ask that you spend at least this night in the castle with someone near you. In the morning, I’d like to do one last scan, then we’ll see if you can leave the school for the day...”
“As long as I don’t do anything strenuous, yes, I know.” Doo rolled his eyes, smiling. “I like that idea, actually. Is there a place in the school that I can sleep in that would have a member of the staff near me or something?”
Dulcie glanced over her shoulder at the Dark Lord, who was tugging a change of robes out of his small travelling case, before replying. “Tom has a private suite here at the school that has an extra bedroom. I’m sure he’d let you stay with him if you asked.”
Doo blushed and turned his gaze to the windows. “Maybe...”
“What have you done this time, Dulcie?” Tom muttered before tossing the robes on top of Doo’s head. “If those don’t fit you, I’ll resize them for you.”
Doo grinned at his friend from behind the loaned clothing, cheeks still brushed with a tint of pink. “Thanks, Tom.” He said before getting out of the bed and wandering over to the bathroom to change.
“He likes you.” Dulcie said rather suddenly to the Dark Lord after the bathroom door had closed. Tom looked at her in shock. “He does.” She poked his side. “And you’re going to take care of my patient or I’ll have your head, my Lord.”
Tom scowled. “Yes, mother.”
The mediwitch smiled brightly. “Have a good evening, Mr Marvolo.” She offered before returning to her office.
Tom muttered something under his breath about idiot mediwitches that thought they could order him around having another thing coming.
Doo slipped out of the bathroom, gripping the robe tightly at his neck, and walked over to Tom. “It’s a little too big, yeah.” He muttered.
Tom nodded and pulled out his yew wand. “Let go of them or I can’t be sure they fit, Doo.” He ordered. The younger man glanced up at him nervously and Tom realized what the problem was. “We all have scars, remember?” He said gently.
Slowly, Doo let go of the collar and let it hang straight, eyes on the floor before him. His shoulders were quite a bit narrower than the Dark Lord’s, so the robe slipped down far enough to show a nasty-looking scar over his heart that looked like someone had tried pulling the organ out. Tom fought back the reflex to wince, he knew that hadn’t been a pleasant torture device, and he had used it constantly, and just cast the spell to shrink the clothing.
Once the robes were resized, Doo let out a hiss of air, and glanced up at the scarlet eyes, half expecting to see disgust there. What he found was sadness and it startled him. “Tom?”
“Perhaps it’s a good thing you don’t remember some things.” The Dark Lord replied sadly as he put his wand away.
Doo blinked a few times in confusion. “Why?”
“That scar, over your heart,” Tom met Doo’s gaze evenly. “It was my fault. I am sorry.”
The pale-haired man offered his friend a faint smile. “The past is gone, Tom. It was a war, and things like that happen.”
“War, yes.” Tom looked up at the ceiling with a frown. “Is war an excuse to rip people’s hearts out?” He glanced back at Doo curiously.
“War is the excuse for everything.” Was Doo’s calm response. “Let’s go to the Great Hall and get some grub.”
Tom let out a snort and held out his arm for Doo to take. Together, they walked down to the Great Hall in silence. Just before they stepped inside, though, Tom paused and glanced down at his companion, who blinked at him. “I am sorry, though. I wasn’t, before, but I am now.” He said softly before leading Doo into the Hall and seating them both at the end of the table, next to Severus.
Doo pondered Tom’s words as he filled his plate and the scarlet-eyed man struck up a conversation with the Potions professor. ‘Deva was right. I am a good influence on him. Well, she said bad, but I think it’s good. Of course, we’re on...well, we were on opposite sides...’ Doo sighed, not noticing the worried look the Dark Lord shot at him. ‘When Syna introduced Tom, she started to call him something that started with an “L”... When Deva was saying I was a bad influence on Tom a couple of days ago, she started to call him something that started with “Lo”... Both times, Tom corrected them rather sharply. So he’s not telling me his true name? Or is he telling me his birth name and others know him by some other name?
‘This is so confusing! Tom’s so close-mouthed about some things and he’s really rather violent with other people. He’s nice to me, which is great and all, but I wish I knew what he was really like. Everyone else walks on eggshells around him, as if he’ll explode if they do the wrong thing... Well, everyone but Syna, who, as Voldemort’s second, holds power of some sort over Tom... At least, that’s what I think is going on... Tom Marvolo, you’re such a riddle!’ Doo complained mentally, accidentally spearing his fork into his chicken a little too hard.
Tom looked over quickly at the sharp ‘clang’ and noticed the vexed look on Doo’s face. “Doo, are you okay?” He asked gently.
Doo looked up in surprise. “Yes. Just thinking.”
“Don’t stress yourself out. I really don’t need Dulcie to hunt me down, thanks.” The Dark Lord replied wryly.
Doo smiled. “Right. Sorry.”
Tom waved the apology off. “Eat.”
The pale-haired man glanced back down at his plate. ‘No time like the present to see if I can stay with him tonight, I guess...’ Doo took a deep breath and glanced back up at Tom, who was giving him and odd look. “Dulcie mentioned that you have a private suite here.” He started off, fighting a blush down.
Tom blinked a few times. “Yes...”
“And she said it has an extra room...”
The Dark Lord mentally threw a few dozen hexes at the mediwitch before smiling at Doo. “Yes, it does. Would you like to stay with me tonight?”
Doo nodded. “If it’s not too much trouble, I mean...”
“Of course it’s no trouble. I’ll show you the place after dinner. Now, eat your food before it runs off.” The Dark Lord replied in a calm voice.
Doo snorted and turned back to his plate. “Idiot.”
Tom laughed.
“It’s not as clean as your flat, and we’ve got house-elves here, so please ignore the mess.” Tom said with a grimace before turning to the door and waving his wand in a complex pattern right in front of the wood. The door popped open and the two stepped in.
Doo looked around curiously. There were six stern-looking chairs placed in a half-circle in front of the fireplace. There were built-in bookshelves lining the walls and filled with books on all sorts of subjects. In front of the only empty section of wall, there sat a long cabinet which had empty trays placed atop it. On either side of the fireplace was a door. A third door was at the end of the cabinet. In an out-of-the-way corner sat a table with what looked like building plans and notes piled on top in a disorderly fashion. Other than the table, the place looked extremely clean, and Doo told Tom so.
Tom grimaced. “You haven’t seen my bedroom yet.”
Doo grinned. “Tom, you never saw my bedroom. The place is an absolute war zone!”
Tom looked relieved. “Oh, you don’t know how much better I feel, knowing you’re not a neat-freak!”
Doo smacked the Dark Lord’s arm. “Prat.”
Tom grinned. “Come on. I’ll show you your room.” He offered, then led the pale-haired man to the door on the right side of the fireplace.
They entered a room decked out in blue. The canopy bed was draped with blue hangings which closed at the pull of a cord. The covers of the bed were silk and coloured a pastel blue, as were the pillow shams. A wardrobe that stood against the far right wall, and the table that sat in front of a plush blue chair were both painted blue to match the rest of the room.
“You think people who stay in here will like blue?” Doo teased.
“Don’t you?” The Dark Lord replied with a worried expression.
“Yes, it’s fine.” Doo smiled. “Thank you.”
Tom tugged on a lock of Doo’s hair. “Of course.” He nodded to the door that was in the centre of the left wall. “That’s the door to my room, if you need me for anything. The door out in the main room that is next to the snack table is to the bathroom.”
Doo nodded. “What will I do about sleeping cloths?”
Tom smiled. “The wardrobe has a spell on it to size the clothing in it to whatever size that is needed. There should be a couple of pairs of pajamas in there that you may borrow. There are also quite a few robes and some Muggle clothing, so you can dress for tomorrow in whatever you’d like.”
“Great.” Doo grinned before heading over to the door to Tom’s room.
“What are you doing?” Tom asked suspiciously as Doo tugged open the door. “No! Don’t go in there!”
Doo glanced around the room of his friend and grinned. The place was just as much as a war zone as his own room. Clothing was strewn about the room and a few random pictures were set up on a small table in one corner. The wardrobe’s doors were thrown open and there were robes and other garments hanging out. The canopy bed sat in a dark corner of the room and was just like the one in the guest room next door, except this one was done up in green and silver. A small bookcase sat next to a plush chair in the far wall closest to the door to the sitting-room.
Tom poked his head onto the room over Doo’s shoulder. :He is safe.: He hissed.
Doo looked up at him in surprise. Tom’s words had been mostly clear, with a distinct serpent-like hiss sliding though the syllables in a confusing manner. It was almost as if the language the scarlet-eyed man had spoken in was one Doo had once spoken himself, but had started to forget. ‘The memory spell? But, Syna said it shouldn’t hamper my knowledge of other languages if I once knew them...’ He thought with a frown.
“Doo?” Tom set a hand on his friend’s shoulder, then nodded towards the ground in front of them. Doo looked down, eyes widening in shock at the cobra sitting there peacefully. “This is Inda.” Tom offered. :Luv, this is my friend, Doo.:
The serpent rose up in the air. :He tastes different from the others I have met.:
:He’s been in the Muggle world for a long time now, and he’s a Forgotten.: Tom replied.
:No, that’s not it. He smells like...: Inda cocked her head to one side and tasted the air again. :He smells like you, Tom.:
Tom’s eyes widened and he turned to stare at Doo, who was examining the snake from above. :Like me how?:
Inda offered the Dark Lord a serpentine smile, a truly frightening thing. :He has power, and he smells faintly of snakes.: The cobra slid forward and curled herself around Doo’s right leg, startling the Forgotten. :I like him.:
Tom rolled his eyes and offered Doo a small smile. “She won’t hurt you.”
“I-I know...” Doo replied, bending down so he could stroke the serpent’s head. “She likes me, right?”
Tom’s eyes widened again. “You speak Parseltongue...”
“I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language.” Echoed a voice in Doo’s mind. He glanced up a Tom with a frown. “Snake language?”
Tom nodded grimly. “I thought I was the only one left...” He ran a hand through his hair. “There was one other that I knew of in the war, but he’s dead. I know he’s dead.” He stepped into the room and started kicking clothing over towards the wardrobe, an agitated expression on his face.
Inda slithered up Doo’s torso and rested her head on the Forgotten’s shoulder. :He does this every time Harry Potter is mentioned.:
“Harry Potter?” Doo whispered back, dully noting that he didn’t appear able to speak Parseltongue, just understand it.
Inda nodded. :Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. He was Tom’s greatest foe, more so than even Dumbledore, though others might disagree with that.:
“Why?”
:Why would I think Harry Potter was Tom’s greatest foe? Or why would others disagree?: Inda teased gently. She really did like this young man.
“Both, I guess.” Doo decided, wincing as Tom stubbed his toe on the bed post and let out a string of curses. “Should we go back to the guest room?”
:Probably safest.: Inda agreed with a touch of laughter in her voice.
Doo grinned and slipped back into the blue room he’d be staying in for the night and settled himself on the bed. “Well, Inda?”
Inda slid down to the top of the bed and stared at Doo for a long moment before speaking. :There was a prophesy that claimed that Harry Potter would be the only one who could kill Tom. Dumbledore was powerful and a danger, yes, but he would never kill Tom, and they both knew it. Harry Potter wasn’t seen as a real threat to the wizarding world at large because the prophesy was never made public. He was always just a kid with a fair amount of power.:
“You sound sad...”
Inda let out something that translated to a sigh in Doo’s mind. :I met Harry Potter once, but Tom doesn’t know that. He was a very sad child. He died in the war.:
“How old was he, Inda?” Doo inquired softly.
:Early twenties, I think. He was a co-leader of the Light, and one of their best fighters.: The serpent offered mildly. :He hated that, but he had no choice.:
“No choice?”
Inda shook her head. :No. He was the Boy-Who-Lived for surviving the Killing Curse. He was famous at one.:
“And he didn’t like it...” Doo whispered, shaking his head. “I can agree with him, then. I’d hate being in the public eye all the time.”
:It is stressful, yes.: Inda agreed. :Why don’t you change for bed? I will stay in here tonight. Tom is in his scary mood.:
Doo laughed. “All right.” He grabbed some pajamas from the wardrobe, then went out to change in the bathroom.
Tom poked his head into the room. :He’s left?:
:Yes.: Inda glanced up at the Dark Lord calmly. :I will stay in here and watch your friend. He is good conversation.:
Tom grimaced. :Sorry.:
:Go to sleep, Tom. I will call you if there is trouble.: Inda sighed.
The Dark Lord offered his serpent a faint smile before slipping back into his room and closing the door, but he spelled a small hole in the bottom so Inda could slither between the rooms easily.
:Tom! TOM!:
The Dark Lord bolted upright in his bed and squinted around for the person calling his name. “Who’s there?” He grumbled, fingers flexing around his wand under the pillows.
:It’s Inda! Come quick, please!:
Tom poked his head over the edge of the bed and blinked at the yellow eyes watching him. :What’s wrong? What’s happened?:
:Doo is screaming in his sleep.: Inda replied, worry colouring her hiss.
:Shit.: The Dark Lord jumped out of bed and immediately hurried into the connecting room, not bothering to grab a robe to throw over his scarred torso. As Inda had said, Doo was flailing around in his bed, screaming. Tom muttered a spell and a small splash of water hit Doo in the face.
Doo’s eyes snapped open and focused on the first thing he saw, which happened to be scarlet eyes. “Tom?” He whispered.
Tom slipped onto the bed and rested a hand on Doo’s forehead. “You had a nightmare.”
The pale-haired man sat up rather suddenly and buried his face in Tom’s chest. “There was so much death and pain. And Ron and the twins were dead. They were fighting off the Death Eaters and then Voldemort came and he killed them! He just killed them without a second thought! Oh, God... Oh God...”
Tom folded his arms around the sobbing man and closed his eyes, rocking back and forth gently. ‘The Weasleys. Oh, Doo, I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry...’
Once Doo had finally fallen back to sleep, Tom tried getting up to go back to his own room, but the younger man had a death grip on him that just would not loosen. With a resigned sigh, the Dark Lord pulled the silk sheets up over both of them and settled in for the night.
-~\/~-
A/N: *cackles evilly, then pauses for a small coughing fit* This cold is seriously cramping my style, dammit!! *scowls darkly*
I just know people are going to ask me about Nagini, so I’ll just mention this here: She’s dead. Snakes don’t live as long as humans, and she died not long after the war.
Twist on Wormtail. I thought it would be interesting to make him a respectable job. He’d probably make a better detective than a lawyer but, hey, humour me, k?
~Batsutousai
Prologue
1 - Hogwarts ||| 2 - Nicholas Wants Answers ||| 3 - Depression
4 - The Greatest Idiot |||
7 - Harry Potter Lives ||| 8 - The Power Over the Dark ||| 9 - Answers
10 - The True Threat Becomes Known ||| 11 - Gathering Allies ||| 12 - A New Bond
13 - Culross and Her Staff ||| 14 - Courting Your Fate
Discontinued
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Date: 11/5/05 02:17 (UTC)no subject
Date: 10/5/05 23:12 (UTC)And did he actually seem upset about the fact Harry is 'dead'? Because the only reasons I can see for his reaction to mention of Harry is either he's upset about his death or on some level he's always suspected he isn't dead. *muses on how interesting it would be if Tom and Harry had been in a relationship while still on opposite sides.
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Date: 11/5/05 02:18 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/5/05 00:17 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/5/05 02:21 (UTC)Meh. It shall all be much fun, yes. ^.^
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Date: 11/5/05 02:09 (UTC)This chapter was so... drat, i'm speechless... again. *pouts* How do you manage to do that to me EVERY TIME I READ YOUR WORK!!!?
Anyway, i love the idea of Peter being a lawyer, amusing as he never seemed the type to me... but hey, if you think it works ^_^.
I hope... a lot... that Zack gets a boot up the butt... or a deadly curse thrown at him ^o^. Either way, i hope he gets a whoooooooole lot of pain... he deserves it!!!
~Duana
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Date: 11/5/05 02:23 (UTC)Zack will be begging for death by the time Tom's done with him. It promises to be quite good. ^.~
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Date: 11/5/05 02:24 (UTC)Peter as a lawyer is pretty funny, though I guess being a Marauder would mean he's pretty good at talking his way out of stuff.
The parseltongue stuff is interesting, and another reason I'm totally confused about Voldie's inability to guess who Doo was.
Harry's getting his memories back pretty quickly, now. Can't wait to see where that goes.
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Date: 11/5/05 02:45 (UTC)*laughes* Yes. And he's sneaky. Comes with being a rat for however many years. *too lazy to look it up*
Meehee... *rubs hands together evilly*
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Date: 11/5/05 03:20 (UTC)no subject
Date: 12/5/05 13:06 (UTC)And you don't have to wait too long... I dun't think. ^.~
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Date: 11/5/05 03:49 (UTC)Wonderful chappie!
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Date: 12/5/05 13:07 (UTC)Glad you liked.
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Date: 11/5/05 04:40 (UTC)no subject
Date: 12/5/05 13:09 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/5/05 22:10 (UTC)When will Tom, and Doo too, realize that Doo IS Harry? It's especially an interesting thought because of the prophecy, and Harry being the only one who can kill Voldemort; how will Tom feel about that? I thought hearing about the Boy-Who-Lived would inspire flashbacks on Doo's part, though it did seem to give him nightmares.
Now that Doo is remember bits of the war, and Voldemort killing his family, how will he react to finding out Tom is Voldemort?
How/when/where did Voldemort get his scars? I wouldn't be surprised if he got some of them from Harry.
Excellent chapter! ^.^ ♥ ♥
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Date: 12/5/05 13:14 (UTC)Meehee. *rubs hands together evilely* Tom'll need a little push before he figures out Doo is Harry. And the push will happen... *thinks* Next chapter, if I recall correctly.
And the prophecy will....err...sorta be discussed two chapters from now, but I think I may have to get into it a bit more later(I know people will be confused... -.-)
XD You'll see.
Some came from Harry, yes. Others from other things. You'll have to wait to find out.
*bows* Thank you.
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Date: 13/5/05 07:57 (UTC)I can't wait for the next chapter. *has all the patience in the world, so take your time :P*
Anyway, bravo. ^.^ I hope things are going well.
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Date: 16/5/05 13:18 (UTC)Oh, things are going okay. Exhausting, but okay. ^.^
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Date: 17/5/05 08:35 (UTC)Get some rest! You need sleep. Repeat after me: I am human, I need sleep. I am human, I need sleep. I am human, I need sleep... XD
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Date: 18/5/05 13:40 (UTC)I am not human, I do not need sleep. XP
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Date: 19/5/05 09:53 (UTC)Human or not, you need sleep. XP Otherwise why would you be exhausted? Hmm? Yeah, I thought so. ^.^
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Date: 21/5/05 01:28 (UTC)NO!! *temper tantrum* NO SLEEP!! NO SLEEP!!
*pouts*
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Date: 24/5/05 13:48 (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/5/05 01:52 (UTC)The court case should be interesting and I look forward to how that will go. Pettigrew being a lawyer REALLY surprised me, but now I really hope that you will make him intelligent and capable. There are very few stories I have read that really utilize his character, and it will be really neat to see how you use him.
I just like Syna more and more with each chapter. I love her character and the whole power play/friendship between her and Tom. I also like how people are taking advantage of the fact that Tom can't order them around in front of Doo. *giggle*
I'm almost sad that Nagini is gone, but Inda seems to be an interesting new pot devise! = ) I love the Parseltongue incident. It would seem that Tom is starting to think more and more. Though I assume that you won't let him have any epiphanies until he and Doo are in a more... firm relationship.
Oh, I almost forgot, the other part that really stuck out to me was Doo's scar. Having Tom know that he caused Doo pain, almost killed him by ripping out his heart none the less, was brilliant. I really like Tom's developed conscious (at least when it comes to Doo).
Well, I know there was more I wanted to say but I shall simply finish with the normal worship and groveling...
Oh might author! Please, bestow another chapter upon we unworthy readers! Show us your almighty writing greatness! *begs on knees*
*cough*
Right then...
Good job,
Dawn
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Date: 16/5/05 13:27 (UTC)Oh, yes, he will be utilized to the fullest extent. It shall be good. *cackles*
Tom is staring to hate his idea of keeping his identity from Doo, me thinks. But it's definately funny, yes.
Tom's concious is a loverly thing. And it's wrecking havoc on his whole ebil Dark Lord gig. It's fun.
*amused look* Keep goveling. It's good for you. ^.~
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Date: 14/5/05 11:50 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 16/5/05 14:15 (UTC)I really like that you've introduced parseltongue into this, but I am curious as to why Harry can only understand it but not speak it. Is it an effect of losing his memory or losing the scar on his forehead? I also like the dynamic that you've set up for Tom and Harry's relationship; they seem to be quite good for each other. Though, of course I've no clue what will happen to the way they regard each other once they actually know who the other one is.
And Wormtail being a lawyer is so amusing. I also thought it was interesting that Harry's random comments are just being accepted at this point. Though, I was wondering if Syna would wonder why Doo, a fighter on the light side, would know Wormtail's nickname, unless he had been close with the Marauders.
I'll stop rambling now, but really great chapter! ♥
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Date: 16/5/05 20:19 (UTC)The Doo not speaking Parsel has more to do with the memory loss than the loss of his scar.
*evile laughter* Yes, the whole revealing thing should be fun. Am going to post that chapter in a bit, actually.
Just assume that, by the end of the war, most people knew that Wormtail was also Peter Pettigrew. Voldemort would call him Wormtail rather than Peter in the books, remember. ^.~
Thank you! ^.^
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Date: 14/8/11 09:57 (UTC)