But I'm Not Complaining

by Jitterbugie

...as lond as he just keeps doing what he's doing. Oneshot about what Wormtail thinks about his life as a tool. It's not a big deal but I had to write it. I know it's a strange outlook but hopefully interesting!

The master really doesn't care for me, I think, but he knows that I'm the only one he can manipulate to do his bidding. But does he know that he really does not have to manipulate me at all, because I'd always be there to obey his every wish?

He does not see me as the most loyal, but as the easiest to control. But then again, I don't really mind what he thinks of me, as long as he just keeps doing what he's doing.

When I'm near him I st-stutter, but I cower only because I know I am not worthy. I complete any task he asks of me with ease, like that wretch Dumbledore takes care of his precious scar face. But I'm not complaining. Without that boy, there would be no reason for him to have me, and so I try to keep that child alive no matter what it costs me.

The master is so painfully cold to the touch, but I'm not complaining. The bitter cold of his hand reminds me why I work for him in the first place. I admire him, how I wish every day he would realize that I am more than a mere pet, but he would never. But I don't mind, as long as he just keeps doing what he's doing.

Sometimes I try to think what it would be like if I called the master by 'Voldemort'. Or I wonder what he would do if I told him how I really feel about him. Perhaps if I just crawled over to his side as I always do and took his hand. But the consequences, what would they be? He would just kill me, for he could probably find another slave to order around. But he knows none would be like me, and that is why I'm not complaining.

Because if he knows I am the only one he can manipulate and he knows that he could also just as easily find a replacement, why does he keep me? It seems like a never ending question with no answer, but I know that must mean I am worth something to him, even if it's not in the way I'd like. But I told you I'm not complaining.

But I like the way he orders me, and the way I st-stutter and cower by him, because I know I could never find a replacement for him. If neither of us could find replacements for each other, does that mean we are more than master and servant? Could it mean that he really does care for me the way I care about him? I guess it really doesn't matter, as long as he just keeps doing what he's doing...