Written for the Pairing the Character Competition (Peter/Gabrielle)
Written for the Variety Drabble Challenge
Warnings: This has implied... everything? It's a little creepy, and definitely M-rated. Some moments may be triggering to some for kidnap and implied sexual abuse.
In Another World
It was his job to lure her. His master needed a spy – someone who could inform him, someone weak of mind.
He saw her come to Hogwarts, but she didn't belong there. Those times he entered Hogwarts disguised as a rat, she spoke with charm, causing boys much older to laugh and blush around her.
But she was dim-witted, young, easy to manipulate.
"Hello, girl." He appeared before her one night after she had snuck into the grounds. He had followed her yellow hair to the lake, where she dipped a toe into the icy water.
The girl jumped, but didn't scream.
She spoke to him in French, which he couldn't understand.
"Come with me," he said, lowering his voice. "I have something to show you."
She raised her eyebrows. So she understood English.
Without a second thought, she followed. He took her to the Shrieking Shack, where he had spent many a nights in the past.
She still followed.
They reached Hogsmeade through the passage, where he Apparated with her.
By then she had realised something was amiss.
"Non!" she cried, but was silenced by the Dark Lord's appearance.
"Ah, Wormtail, you have done a wonderful job." The Dark Lord stroked the girl's face. "She is beautiful."
"And as charming and as dumb as you requested. She followed me without a second thought."
The Dark Lord laughed. "Very good."
The girl was taken away, locked somewhere where her cries were heard throughout the house.
…
Word was out at the girl's disappearance. He'd seen the papers. Gabrielle, her name was – sister to the Beauxbatons champion.
A month had passed and Peter had visited her every day. At first it was to deliver food, but later it was for more.
She was a pretty girl, and when she spoke, it was with maturity. She knew English, but rarely spoke it.
And then the Dark Lord requested for him to dispose of her, for he had no more need. He no longer required a spy.
Peter argued, but it was to no use. He would be dead, too if he showed his true feelings.
"What eez 'appening?" she asked when he came to her again, grimly.
"Gabrielle, darling," he said, keeping his voice low. "You can't be here anymore."
Tears streaked down her face, for she knew what that meant.
He entered her cage, keeping close to her.
"Non," she sobbed.
"Don't be frightened, darling," he soothed, drawing his wand from his pocket.
"Non!"
Peter swallowed. He'd come to care for the girl, to desire her. But it could be no more. "I'm sorry."
The girl's body hit the ground with a thud, all life gone.
A tear rolled down Peter's cheek. "I'm sorry," he said again, bending and placing a kiss to her lips. "In another world, we may have been happy together."
This is weird, I know. It's what came to mind with the pairing, though.