Chapter 1

When Ron woke up he was not in his regular bed, not even a bed. He was on some sort of table that was hard and very uncomfortable. He felt the coldness slip threw his clothes (which were actually quite thin) and his arms and legs strapped down to the table. Ron turned his head to the right then to the left, but there was no sign of life anywhere. He layed there for must have been two to three hours, until he heard footsteps coming from somewhere.

"Y-you will... be very please, My Lord." he heard a quivering voice, almost as of a rat was talking. Which, even to wizards, was highly impossible, the only person that came close to being a talking rat... was well... his rat. Scabbers, was a rangy rat that did nothing of a sort than lie around and bite people. He had been in the family more than twelve years, which was very odd even for a wizarding rat. Unlike the other rats that were for sale that could do something magical, he was opposite. But what it turned out was that Scabbers was actually a... human.

A human with the name of Peter Pettigrew, who was the actual murder of twelve muggles [non- magical people] and cut his finger off to frame Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black.

The voices got louder and Ron then could tell that the second fellow had a darker, deeper,eviler voice.

"It is not him!" the dark voice yelled, "Wormtail! You have disappointed me!" the dark voice bellowed again, and then screaming came from Wormtail. The pain in the scream could only mean that the second person was performing one of the 'Unforgiveable Curses'. Ron couldn't remember the name, but knew it had to do with torturing the victim, which was happening to Wormtail that exact moment.

"M-My L-Lord, tis is his friend." Wormtail quivered a couple minutes later after the curse was over. There was a moment of silence and then a face appeared above him. The person's, well actually not actually a person... was leaning over him. His nose squished into his face, no hair, bald, pale [paler than snow], and this... this thing had red eyes. Then Ron remembered how Harry Potter, his best friend, explained about You-Know-Who. Ron squirmed in terror as He-Who- Must- Not- Be- Name towered over him. Then the chains released him, but he dare not move.

"You did a good job Wormtail." he cackled, grabbing Ron's arm and pulling him up to a sitting position. He-Who-Must-Be-Named pulled Ron off the table and threw him at Wormtail, who grabbed him tightly around the arms.

"T-Thank you Master." he said with a smile, his two teeth sticking out. Ron wiggled as much as he could, but wormtail had the firmest grip on him that he could not penetrate.

"Tsk... Tsk." Lord Voldemort chuckled, "Must not treat your new master that way, tis not right." as he tapped Ron's face with his finger tips. He took his wand out and put it under his chin and smiled.

"What shall we do with him, Lord?" Wormtail asked. Ron felt the tears coming, either they were going to torture him to insanity like Neville Longbottom's parents or worse... kill him.

Lord Voldmort paced the floor, wand still pointing at Ron as he decided his fate.

"Please just don't hurt 'Arry or 'Ermione, please!" Ron begged. This made Lord Voldmort turn and smile at Ron, not nicely at all either.

"Ah, your dear friends." he sneered, "Well, we won't hurt them, don't you worry." he said going to a big chair. After a few minutes Lord Voldemort stood up with a slight jump in his step.

"I got it!!!" he said, "A perfect way to get that Harry Potter closer to me!" he stared at Ron with an evil grin.