I sighed softly, running a hand through my hair. I was sititng in Severus' arm chair, under his and Dumbledore's request, I was forced to leave my lovely little home and had to move in with Severus. Not that I minded all that much, Severus and I had a relationship, sort of. It's never like he officially asked me out, but we were together. I wasn't with any other men, and Severus wasn't ever with any women regardless. I'm not even sure why he'd given me a chance.
My wand tapped against the chair as my leg shook; I normally could control myself but for the moment I was awaiting Severus' return. He'd gone back to Hogwarts, even during the summer months when he was supposed to be free, under the implications that Dumbledore needed him for something important. It left me at home to ponder Dumbledore's orders.
Become a Death Eater.
How was I to do this? Severus would immediately shoot it down if I ever brought it up in front of the Dark Lord when he was around, which meant I'd have to go behind his back. Not that he hadn't gone behind mine many times before, but unlike his little lies, mine were dangerous. It was going to be a difficult task, but I'd find a way to do it.
Pettigrew was in the house at times, under Voldemorts orders to keep a close eye on Snape, but in all honesty the only thing that man was capable of doing was eating everything in sight.
"Pettigrew!" I shouted as I walked in the kitchen; that little rat was eating a large block of cheese, nibbling away at it like he was a true rat. He squeaked and dropped it, apologizing profusely. If Snape ever found out he was taking food without permission again, he'd be kicked. "Severus will hear of this."
He was at my feet in a second, shaking and begging that I have a heart. I looked at him coldly before an idea sprung into my mind. If I could get Peter to call Bellatrix, I'd be able to proposition myself to her, and being one of the Dark Lords trusted servants, I'd be a shoe in! Severus finding out before it happened was the main problem.
"Get off, you dirty little scoundrel." I pulled my leg out of his grasp, patting off the dirt that had accumulated on my pants. "I won't tell Severus, on one condition." Peter looked up at me with hopeful eyes. He began to look like a rat more and more these days. "I need you to call on Bellatrix for me."
He suddenly looked horrified, as if he'd rather face Snape's torture than summoning Bellatrix. I sent a glare his way, I may not have the cold heart Snape did towards him, but that doesn't mean I wasn't a force to be feared. His little beady eyes began to shift back and forth from my gaze; I was making him nervous. He would crack soon.
"Okay! Okay, okay, okay! I'll summon that woman-" I smiled.
"Good. Do it right away. I want to speak with her before Severus is home." Peter seemed to be questioning what to do again, however, once he saw my hand shift to where my wand was hidden he jolted from the room to do as a bid. I walked back into the living room, a smile adourning my face as I sat in the armchair once more. Now I just had to hope Bellatrix would immediately appear to see me.