Summary: This won't be more than three chaps or so... I was going to make it one, but I just can't do that. So this is a thing from Voldemort's POV on what happened that fateful night of Halloween, years and years ago. How would it feel to have your life sucked away? Find out after these messages...
Just kidding. I will not advertise designer paper clips or nose hair clippers. Instead, I will tell you how Voldemort feels after murdering the Potters; the triumph, anger, and yes, sorrow. >
A knock sounded at the door to my private chambers. "Enter," I commanded, my crisp voice echoing throughout the room and reverberating off the walls. After all these years, I still thrilled in the power of my own voice.
A young, well built man entered through the door, and bowed low. "Milord," he murmured.
"Yes, what is it Dolohov?" I snapped.
"A visitor here to see you, Lord. Says he has information about a certain Fidelis Charm."
"Very well, bring him in."
"Yes Lord," Dolohov said. With a bow, he left the room. A moment later, a small skinny man was thrust through the door a second before it closed with a snap. The man was left shivering on the floor, his eyes darting around with nervous energy. I knew this man, but had not seen him in many years.
"Pettigrew!" I snarled, leaping to my feet, my wand immediately in my hand.
Pettigrew whimpered, and crawled forward on hands and knees. "So good to see you again, Tom," he whispered, kissing the hem of my cloak.
I swept it out of his reach and placed my wand at his throat in one swift movement. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now Wormtail," I growled. I saw his eyes widen with shock, and I laughed mercilessly. "Yes, I know you're an animagi," I said softly. "You didn't really expect you could hide anything from Lord Voldemort, did you? After all, you've passing my information for more than a year. Disappeared these last few months, have you? Thought you could hide? Gone soft, have you?
"I know all about you, Wormtail, and if you try to transform into the rat you are to escape me..." I laughed quietly, leaving his imagination to finish the sentence.
"But Tom..." Peter Pettigrew began.
I pushed my wand point harder into his throat, and he fell silent. "That name is dead to me," I hissed. "Do you understand that, Wormtail?" He said nothing. "Do you understand me?" I screamed. "Answer me! Tom Riddle is dead! My filthy Muggle father's name, that part of me is dead. I am Lord Voldemort! Say it Wormtail! I AM LORD VOLDEMORT! Crucio!"
"Yes!" Pettigrew screamed, his body writhing in pain. "Yes, my Lord. Please Lord! I understand! You are Lord Voldemort!"
With a flick of my wrist, I lifted the curse, leaving Wormtail moaning on the floor like an animal. I kicked at his body. "Get up you despicable scum. I'm still waiting. Why shouldn't I kill you now?" I lifted my wand threateningly.
Wormtail scrambled to his feet, his hands held in front of his face. "My Lord, I have information. Information concerning the Potters."
I whirled around, searching his face for lies. I found none. "Tell all."
His eyes gleamed with greed. "Yes, my Lord. But first, I require but one thing. A reward. Information does not come cheap."
Inside myself, I screamed with frustration. The fool. How dare he taunt Lord Voldemort.
I stroked my wand lovingly. "But of course. A reward. I believe I can manage that. A reward of... pain. Crucio."
For the second time that night, Wormtail was on the floor, begging for mercy. He will learn, with time. I took away the pain. "Do you find it wise to demand things of me, Wormtail? If you do..." I raised my wand.
"No! No more, my Lord. I will tell all. The Potters... they have made me their Secret-Keeper."