THE ART OF BETRAYAL
Title: glory may be fleeting, but anonymity is eternal
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Voldemort / Peter Pettigrew
Rating: NC13 Warnings
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General Table annoyed his peace at night, that the prohibited section of the library or the tower of astronomy nose with the girlfriend of the day, no night that one of the four not to do something and it is worse when you get the whole group, that is guaranteed to be a long night that followed in the morning, afternoon and probably the next night fixing the mess that their minds vandalism planned and all for nothing, because once you finish and there will be another disaster with the signing of them waiting for his rag and his aching back If only your stupid wand work life would be easier.
That particular night, Mrs. Norris is uneasy with the spiky hair, an explosion distant dream, a bad sign. Strain on your body jolting and run, through those long corridors that only he knows that this time will catch them and the icing on the balls from the posts of Quidditch, these marauders have to pay six years to clean up their stupid little jokes and miles of floors are dirty, will be happy to give his position to comply with such threats and to hell with Dumbledore.
know that about the explosions are louder, is coming to the Slytherin common room, which for a change have been the target of the demons who have possessed the school. Mrs. Norris is excited and knows that twinkle in her feline eyes only indicates a spectacular session scratch, he is prepared to hit his head much in your power.
Cross the last corner with his trusty broom hoisted in attack and shoot to kill the first head having the scope, gives hard and continue the black-haired boy running trying to escape, but it is impossible because there are strange vessels floating in the air in the way, that smell suspiciously like the trash in the basement.
- finally caught you fucking Black! Filch shouts with all the passion of the moment, the broom does not stop banging.
- Stupid squid! I'm not that Black and stop beating me by a demon, "replies the voice sore Regulus Black. Filch
stops short and curse their luck, lost a tad unlucky quartet makes their existence and instead has a Slytherin furious about to curse him, but at that moment a cry distracts them both. A Year 7 girl is drenched from head to toe in what looks like the combination of the foods of the past three weeks and the smell may indicate the last month. A loud
leave anywhere and Filch can swear that is the loudest with his Siamese Black Potter, died of the mosquito fat Lupin and Pettigrew. You can no longer do anything, his mistress fled terrified Mrs. Norris, the odor must hurt his sensitive nose, and only his faithful fly subtracts his trusty broom and mop, clean everything before
... It's too late, the whole house in an act of absolute stupidity and now has decided to leave a bunch of smelly punks his immaculate apartment reeking pipes. It will be a long week.
The next morning he has decided to isolate those affected by this strange disease, the smell is not removed and no matter how many baths or amount of perfume you use, rotting fruit and rotten eggs, fish up and socks dirty bathrooms unwashed dead dog lying in the middle of the reptile population of Hogwarts.
prankster duo home gryffindor swells with pride at his achievement, the crowd to their feet to surrender his powers because this little joke has exceeded all of this year, have been isolated to the unbearable Slytherin! Black and Potter take the glory, the girls sigh as deflated balloons in its wake, the boys patting the back with approval, the world commends his courage and ingenuity. Lupin with his reserved character accepts the congratulations but deflects attention to his two friends, Pettigrew has detailed the logistics and implementation of such a feat. The four are punished until after the holidays.
week fast pace and the smell persisted, but not so strong enough to green to those of weak stomach, Mr. Filch continued mopping and scrubbing, soaping and perfuming his beloved floors and walls, but their efforts do not mind the smell continued sentenced as if it did hit some of the dungeons of Slytherin.
squid The tired eyes shine when they see happen to Black and Potter, two thugs who have earned their most visceral hatred, Lupin is a fool that just melts like ice cream when Black throws one of his glances scolded dog, Filch can not feel more than a sincere hatred for the weak boy. Pettigrew is a pawn in their little game, enthralled by the aura of greatness, unquestioned popularity, is a rat it just slips away and takes advantage of his friends of convenience, Filch may never have been able to launch not one Alohomora, but not an idiot.
Days pass and the smell is gone with the spring season was a matter of time that would not be just another incredible story of a diabolical minds joke, Potter and Black continued to casting spells of trip up those who are left, the bone Snape's greasy. Lupin remains in his aura of mysterious boy creating ridiculous stories about him, a young man with deep problems that only awaits the perfect girl to emerge as the Prince Charming is, the truth is, just wait at night to finish it Black hand. Pettigrew still idolizing, following their heroes, tried a little of that glory falls on, silly dreamer who is content with crumbs, Filch wonders that if the pair would ever do admire disgrace.
That really does not care, because Filch not going to take the eye off, you know that is one year, three hundred sixty five days to once again become master of the nights of Hogwarts. THE FATAL
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