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OOPS!

By Marietsy

Stupid Voldemort, he grumbled to himself. He ran through the forest, scurrying under leaves and sticks. Go spy on Snape, Wormtail, he mimicked in his head, sneering pathetically. Avery, go with him and make sure the rat doesn’t get lost. Jerk! Can’t believe I gave my life up to an idiot, he whined.

Wormtail and Avery had apparated outside Snape's property. He had tried to spy on him days earlier, but he couldn’t get past the wards without being forced to transform back into his human form. Voldemort was not happy to say the least. He had sent Wormtail to clean the basement after a round of Curio. Dumb Deatheaters can’t clean up after themselves. Oh no! I have to do everything. Dumb Dark Lord! he grumbled. It's not easy getting blood and other body fluids out of stone without magic.

The Dark Lord had come up with the brilliant idea of casting a locking spell on Wormtail while he was in his Animagus form. With the locking spell on, Voldemort figured there was no way that Wormtail would be forced to transform. I don’t think this is going to work, but does he listen to me? Oh no! I'm just a minion. Stupid Dark Lord, he grumbled once again.

Avery watched as Wormtail transformed into a rat. He lifted his wand and pointed it at the rat, casting the locking spell. He was giggling the whole time. He'd been drinking before the Dark Lord had called him, so he was just a tad drunk. He missed the apparation point by at least a mile. Wormtail watched as Avery started to dance around, singing and playing with the flowers that were in the forest. Idiot! Drunkard! I can't believe that he's a Deatheater. He gives us all a bad name.

Avery cried out in joy and rushed over to a large, dead log. He got down on his hands and knees and grabbed something. Standing up, he started to coo at whatever it was that was in his hands. “Oh, you're just so cute. I could just eat you all up!” he said a nauseatingly cute voice.

Looking at Wormtail in disdain he asked, “Why can’t you look this cute?” He thrust his hands into Wormtail’s face and sitting in his hands was a little brown field mouse. Wormtail squealed and jumped back in fright. He hated mice. Dirty stinking rodents! he thought in terror.

Avery looked offended and sniffed with indignation. “You're just jealous! You only wish you were as cute as this little guy,” he said, looking at the traumatized mouse fondly. He looked at Wormtail thoughtfully then grinned wickedly. “Oh, I know!” he said slyly. Avery pulled his wand out of his robe pocket and pointed it at Wormtail.

Wormtail squeaked, turned and started to run. “Stupefy!” Avery shouted. The curse hit Wormtail and he froze, falling over, unconscious. Avery pranced over to Wormtail and with a grin he transfigured the rat in a cute little field mouse. There, he thought smugly, isn’t he the cutest little thing? He started giggling and then he disapparated.

The spell wore off an hour later and Wormtail regained consciousness. What the hell? he asked groggily. Standing on his feet, he realized that everything seemed a lot bigger than normal. What did Avery do to me? he wondered. He started to run towards Snape Manor. When I find out what he's done, I'm going to hit him with my silver hand so hard that his grandchildren will be feeling it.

Wormtail ran through the forest, scuttling along. He was getting tired and thirsty. He finally came upon a puddle of water and squeaked in relief. He walked over to the puddle and bent his head down to drink. His eyes widened and he squealed in horror. He looked like a field mouse. He started to run around in circles, squeaking and squealing in horror. I'm going to kill him! He turned me into a rodent. Me, a rodent! What the hell was he thinking?

He ran back and forth, not paying attention to his surroundings. That is it! I have had enough. No more Dark Lord for me. I have some pride left. He stood still and with a resolved voice, he thought to himself, I'll go to Dumbledore! He shall saaaaavvvvveeeeee mmmmmeeeeee! he squealed in a panic. He was flying through the air.

He squeaked in horror when he saw that he was headed straight for a tree branch. Ahhhhh! He closed his eyes and prayed to whatever god that was listening that he would get out of this alive. When he didn’t feel anything hit him, he cautiously opened his eyes. Looking around in relief he noticed that whatever held him had landed safely on the branch.

“Whoo whoo,” he heard. Wormtail froze, his little body quivering in terror. He slowly looked up and froze in horror. A large gray owl with small golden eyes was staring down at him with a hungry expression. With a swoop of the owl’s head, the world went dark for Wormtail.

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Harry Potter was sitting in the library reading a book on charms. Severus Snape was sitting at the desk, reading a Potion’s journal. The fire was crackling and everything was nice and quiet.

A vague sense of sickness spread through Harry. Startled, he head shot up and looked around, wondering what was going on. Severus noticed his movements and glanced at Harry worriedly.

“Harry? What is it?” he asked in concern.

“I think its Kayne. I felt a sense of sickness hit me. It wasn’t me because I feel fine,” Harry replied.

With a small frown, Severus asked, “Is he alright?”

“Not sure. Kayne is too far away to ask. The bond is still relatively new and the mind speech is only about a week old. The farther away he is the harder it is to talk to him,”

Harry explained worriedly. He glanced at the clock above the fireplace. Kayne had gone out hunting five hours ago. He should've been back before now.

Harry put his book down on the couch and stood up, walking over to the window to open it. “I can sense him getting closer, but the feeling of sickness is still there,” Harry said, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Walking over to Harry, Severus put his hand on the young man’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “He'll be fine Harry,” Severus said softly.

Harry just nodded his head distractedly, watching the sky for his owl.

'Sick! sick… I feel so sick! Sick! Sick! I am going to throw up!' a voice said in his head.

'Kayne, are you alright?' Harry asked his owl in relief.

'Oh, Harry, I feel sick. I think it was something I ate,' Kayne moaned helplessly.

'Severus and I are in the library. Make your way here and we'll see what we can do for you,' Harry said and felt Kayne’s agreement over their bond.

Looking at Severus he said, “Kayne is feeling sick. He believes it was something he ate. Do you have any potions for him?”

Severus nodded and replied, “Let me go to my lab and get a Stomach Calming potion. I'll be back quickly.” He turned and stalked out of the room.

A few minutes later, Kayne flew through the window of the library and straight towards the desk. He tried to land but he skidded across the desk, knocking off the potion journal and the container of quills. He just laid there, panting. Harry could hear him moaning in his head.

'I am going to throw up,' Kayne whined.

Harry tried not to laugh, but it was hard. He realized his owl was a drama queen.

'Go ahead and laugh, Harry,' Kayne snarled then moaned. 'OH!'

Harry walked over to the desk and started to pet Kayne, hoping to give him a little comfort.

'Hands off you pathetic little human,' Kayne snapped out raising his head to clack his beak. He dropped his head back down on the desk and whined again. He was too weak to even threaten Harry.

Harry shook his head in amusement. Severus came through the door with a vial in his hand. He paused a second at the sight of the pathetic owl lying spread out on his desk. He looked at the mess on the floor and back at the owl and just shook his head. The owl really did look sick. He handed the vial of Stomach Calming potion to Harry.

“Let him have a couple of swallows and see if it works,” Severus explained.

Harry walked over to Kayne and said, “Open up. Severus has been kind enough to bring you a potion to help calm your stomach.” Kayne opened his beak eagerly and Harry uncorked the vial, placed it at Kayne’s beak and tilted it. After a couple of swallows Harry pulled the vial away and corked it.

Kayne laid there for a moment or two and then struggled to sit up. He finally righted himself and hooted excitedly, 'Severus is a god! I am feeling so much better.'

Harry started to laugh at Kayne’s comment. He looked over at Severus and said, “Kayne thinks you’re a god. He's feeling much better now,” he said grinning. Severus just rolled his eyes but there was a small smile on his lips.

'Yes, sir! I'm feeling so much better. I'm doing good. I'm awesome! I'm the man! I'm…Oh Merlin!...going to throw up,' Kayne cried out.

Harry watched in disgust and horror as Kayne threw up on Severus’s desk. He glanced at Severus and noticed the horrified look on his face. He couldn’t help it, he started to giggle. Severus looked at Harry in shock. “Your bird just threw up on my desk,” he said in a horrified voice. Harry broke down and started laughing hard. Tears were leaking out of his eyes and couldn’t catch his breath. It was just too funny. He should be feeling bad for Kayne and sorry for Severus’s desk but he couldn’t.

After a few minutes, Harry finally got control of his laughter. He walked over to the desk, still chuckling slightly. He patted the sick looking owl on the head. He was looking at the mess on the desk in disgust when he suddenly froze. “Severus,” he called in a strangled voice.

Severus had been looking at his desk in disgust when he heard Harry’s strangled voice. Concerned he walked over to Harry he asked, “What is it?”

Harry looked at Severus with a sick and horrified expression. He pointed to the mess on the desk and asked desperately, “Please tell me that is not what I think it is.”

Severus walked over to the desk and looked down at the mess. There, lying in the vomit, was a silver paw. Oh, now that is just nasty! he thought, his nose screwed up in disgust. He leaned down to pick one of the quills off the floor. He used the quill to move the silver paw out of the way. He took his wand out and muttered a cleaning charm, cleaning up the vomit on the desk and off the paw.

Severus looked it over, put it down on the desk and waved his wand over it, uttering finite. The small paw transformed into a silver hand. He heard Harry gagging behind him.

“Well, Kayne, we now know why you were sick. You ate an Animagus,” Severus said dryly.

'Umm…oops? I only ate a small brown field mouse,' Kayne replied, uncaring that he had eaten an animagus. It wasn't his fault if the idiot when running around the forest when he was hunting for food.

“Kayne said he only ate a brown field mouse,” Harry replied. He looked sickened at the thought of Kayne eating Wormtail.

“Wormtail was probably transfigured so he couldn’t be recognized,” Severus said thoughtfully.

Harry walked over to Kayne and grabbed the owl in his arms. “You poor bird. To have remnants of that nasty man in your stomach. You poor thing. Well, not to worry, I'll go find you a nice juicy mouse and you can eat it. Let's just get that nasty man out of your system,” Harry crooned to the owl.

'Whoa! Let me go you moron! I'm fine! I feel better now. Stop touching me damnit!' Kayne howled.

“No! I'll make you feel better, I promise,” Harry vowed faithfully, a maniacal gleam in his eyes.

Severus walked over and grabbed Kayne out of Harry’s arms and threw him into the air. “Go, out the window. I'll calm Harry down,” Severus said. With a grateful hoot, Kayne flew out the window. Severus turned back to Harry who was pouting.

“Why did you do that? I was going to make him feel better,” Harry said, stamping his foot in a fit of pique. Harry looked like a child, getting ready to throw a temper tantrum.

Severus rolled his eyes and replied, “Kayne is fine. What do you want to do about the silver hand?”

Still pouting, Harry looked at the hand and thought about it for a second or two. He looked at Severus, an evil smile spreading over his face. “I know!!!” he trilled out in delight.

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Voldemort was sitting in his throne at Malfoy Manor. He had a leg slung over the arm of his throne, swaying it back and forth. He was waiting for Wormtail’s report. Avery had come back earlier, giggling, talking about brown field mice. He had a flower circlet on his head and was last seen dancing down the hall of the manor, singing loudly.

Voldemort shook his head in annoyance. Good minions are hard to find, he thought. He was lucky that even though Lucius was in prison, Narcissa was allowing him stay here for a couple of weeks. His manor was being sprayed for bugs. Nasty little buggers he thought to himself.

A noise caught his attention and he looked up. A large grey owl landed on the arm of the throne and stuck out his foot. There was a large package attached to the foot.

“For me? Someone sent me a package?” he asked in delight. The owl rolled his eyes and hooted impatiently. “No one ever sends me anything. I personally think they're scared of little old me,” Voldemort exclaimed while taking the package from the owl.

“My, you're a pretty owl aren’t you? Would you like to stay with me? I have no one to talk to. Narcissa won’t allow snakes in her home and have you seen my minions? I'm ever so lonely,” Voldemort said sadly, reaching up to pet the owl. The owl snapped at him and with an indignant hoot, flew into the air and out the window.

Voldemort huffed, wondering if maybe he should've killed the stupid bird. “Didn’t want the stupid bird,” Voldemort muttered with a pout.

Looking down at the package, he noticed a parchment on the top of the package and he opened it excitedly.

Dear Tommy boy,

I have some tragic news. I hope you're sitting down for this. My owl ate your rat. I know, I know, you're wondering how this could be but its true.

My owl came home very sick and then proceeded to upchuck everything onto Severus's desk. I was horrified to see a silver paw in the middle of the mess, and believe me it was a mess.

My owl then proceeded to tell me that he had eaten a small brown field mouse. Really Tommy, did you think that changing his appearance was going to help?

I'm returning the silver hand that you gave Wormtail. I know you'll probably want it as a keepsake to remember the little rat by.

My condolences, well ok not really. The little rat deserved it and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.

Sincerely yours, well ok another lie.

Harry Potter

Horrified, Voldemort opened the package. Sitting in the middle of the package was a silver hand. It was the very same silver hand that Voldemort had given Wormtail for his years of services.

“AVERY!!!!!!” Voldemort screamed, the letter clutched tightly is his hands.

Avery heard his Master’s scream and came stumbling into the room. He looked at Voldemort blearily. He had just got finished drinking a bottle of Firewhisky.

“Yes, my Dark Lord?” he asked with a slur.

“What did you do with Wormtail?” he hissed.

“Umm…not sure, why?” Avery asked, not realizing that his life was in danger.

“Think carefully before you answer,” Voldemort hissed, his eyes glowing red.

Thinking carefully, he remembered something about mice. Humming to himself, he swayed back and forth, barely able to stand up. “Remember, remember….Oh, I know!” he said and looked at Voldemort with pride.

“Well?” Voldemort hissed out in anger.

Avery pouted and said, “He was jealous of my brown field mouse. He was upset that it was cuter than him.” He put his hand in his robe pocket and pulled out the twitching field mouse. He thrust his hand in Voldemort’s face. “See? Isn’t he the cutest thing you've ever seen? Wormtail was jealous, so I turned him into a field mouse,” Avery said smugly. He was petting the twitching, traumatized field mouse absently. He hummed and swayed, looking around the room with a bleary eyed expression.

“Because of your incompetence, Wormtail got eaten by Potter’s owl!” Voldemort hissed out angrily. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Avery thought a second before replying, “Umm…oops?”

The End

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