Prologue - Torture
The Dark Lord was unhappy… Oh, yes. He was thinking about that Potter boy. Every time he was close to capturing (killing) him, the brat managed to escape.
'Next time I'll get you, Potter', he thought.
However, he didn't get any more time to ponder over 'the brat', for one of his… loyal followers, the Death Eaters, was kissing the hem of his robes. It was certainly Pettigrew. No other Death Eater was shaking that much when kissing their Lord's robes.
"Yes, Wormtail?", the Dark Lord asked "What news?"
"M-My Lord," Wormtail stuttered, knowing what will come "P-Potter escaped… again."
"CRUCIO!"
The man, Wormtail, fell to the floor, managing not to scream for the first time in his life. Voldemort looked displeased about that.
"Tell me, Wormtail," the Dark Lord said while releasing the man from the curse "is the Cruciatus too weak for you? Perhaps you need a far more painful and fatal way of punishment…"
"OFFENDO!"
Wormtail recognized the curse. He knew it alltoo well… after all, he was a Marauder. Yes… the Tripping Jinx was very dangerous. He screamed trying to dodge it. He couldn't…
The man screamed and fell headfirst unto the floor.
And thus, after proving itself as a masterful tormentor, the Tripping Jinx replaced the Cruciatus Curse as the most dear fear of the Death Eaters.