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Wormtail smirked at the fact that he caught Snape off guard.
"Now what was it you were saying, Severus? You were always prepared?" Wormtail laughed. He squeaked and ducked as Snape through a hex at him.
"How did you get in here?" Snape demanded and threw another hex. Wormtail dove behind some flower pots just as the spell hit the terracotta and shattered it.
"Stop casting spells and I'll tell you," Wormtail shrieked. Snape lowered his wand and was blasted off his feet and into a flowerbed across the room as Wormtail cast a spell from behind the bench. Harry drew his wand as the intruder was distracted.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry bellowed and Wormtail's wand flew from his hand and clattered on the floor. He then cast a stinging hex and struck the man's foot. Wormtail grabbed his foot and hopped around on one leg as he tried to ease the pain. He tripped over the bench and tumbled backwards and onto the floor. Harry made his way over and a flowerpot was thrown towards his head. He ducked and Wormtail tackled him to the floor.
"Get off!" Harry cried and Wormtail grabbed a fistful of Harry's jet black hair. Snape's spell caught the man in the ribs and knocked him off the teenager. Harry's hair was ripped out and he cried out in pain. Snape climbed to his feet and started throwing a flurry of spells as Wormtail ran around the greenhouse.
"Stay still, you swine," Snape snarled as his leg locker curse missed its target and shattered a window. He saw him bolt to the door and cast a locking charm on it. The door slammed shut and Wormtail ran into it and hit the floor with a bloodied nose. He flicked his wand again and the man was dragged along the floor and stopped at his feet. His wand was pressed into Wormtail's forehead as he knelt down on the ground.
"The game is up," Snape hissed.
"Oh no, Severus, we have barely begun," Wormtail sneered and slapped Snape across the face with enough force to knock him to the floor. Snape yelled out in surprise and Wormtail grabbed Snape's wand and cast a spell to throw the professor into a tangle of vines. The plants came to life at the contact and wrapped themselves tightly around Snape's wrists, ankles, neck and torso. Wormtail then snapped the wand clean in half.
"What on earth has the Dark Lord ordered you to do?" Snape demanded. The ivy tightened itself around his neck and he struggled for air.
"Oh he has not ordered me to do anything," Wormtail said gleefully. Harry snuck up behind him with a spell on the tip of his tongue. Snape made the mistake of looking at him and Wormtail turned around. Harry threw a spell and Wormtail dodged it and hid behind a hedge. The stinging hex caught Snape in the leg.
"Damn it, Potter! Learn to aim!" Snape said through gritted teeth to stop himself from yelling in pain.
"Come back, you coward," Harry shouted as he ran to the hedge. "You betrayed my parents! I'm going to kill you!"
Harry was struck on the head hard and crumpled to the ground unconscious. Wormtail stood above him with a shovel in his hands and looked relieved. He dropped the shovel and made his way over to Snape who was still tangled up in the vines.
"What did you do?" Snape growled. "The Dark Lord will not be pleased that you have harmed the boy nor be happy that you have attacked one of his most loyal followers. I can't believe that you are stupid enough to attack him on the same grounds that Albus Dumbledore currently resides in."
"Oh shut up," Wormtail sighed and Snape looked livid. "I am sick and tired of being mocked by you because of you high status amongst the Death Eaters and being tormented. I'm ready to be taken seriously and I want the respect I deserve!"
"You are nothing but a common garden rat. You hid away all those years and you expect us to welcome you back with open arms?"
"It's not like you did anything either. Hiding under Dumbledore's wing-,"
"I had over a decade's worth of information about Dumbledore for the Dark Lord which is more valuable than anybody else could give him. I also had the luxury of protection from Azkaban as well as a salary. What have you done for the Dark Lord?"
"I revived him!" Wormtail shouted. "I took care of him in his fragile form and it was I who performed the ceremony to return him to his body. I trapped Potter, I performed the spell and I sacrificed my own hand to bring our Lord back to power!" He shook his silver fist in the air to emphasize his point.
"And the Dark Lord gave you a replacement hand, did he not? Who else has ever had a gift given to them by our master except the Cruciatus curse? This just shows how ungrateful you really are; to not even acknowledge what your master has rewarded you with."
The vines tightened around Snape's neck again and choked him. "What do you plan to do?"
"I'm going to get Harry Potter out of the safety of Hogwarts; something you have failed to do for the past five years," Wormtail retorted.
"I have made many attempts to get the boy expelled but Dumbledore refused to put the boy in danger by having him leave the grounds. I had to think before I acted otherwise Dumbledore would have gotten suspicious and remove me from Hogwarts. Do not speak of what you don't know. The Dark Lord accepts my reasons and that should be good enough for you; not that you have any right to question me or our leader in the first place."
"I am sick of running and hiding-,"
"You've been doing it for fourteen years, why stop now?"
Wormtail looked as if he was about to throw a tantrum and the vines around Snape's torso squeezed his ribs in an unforgiving grip.
"You just wait. Potter will be kicked out of the wizarding world and loathed by everyone. The Dark Lord would gain easy access to him and kill him to become the greatest wizard of all time."
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"Potter will kill the Minister."
"How?"
Wormtail smirked and pulled out a vial and popped the lid open. He strolled over to Snape and held the vial to his nose.
"Polyjuice potion!" Snape gasped.
"Little Potter won't even need to leave the grounds until he is kicked out. The Dark Lord will not be pleased with you either."
"Why?" Snape growled as he kept glancing at the unconscious teenager on the floor.
"Because you will be trying to kill him and challenge him to a duel."
"I would never challenge the Dark Lord!"
Wormtail rattled the potion vial. "And who said you are going to?"
"You wouldn't last a minute against him."
I'm not stupid enough to want that death wish! Someone else will do it. It's called the Imperious curse on someone weak and force the polyjuice down their throat, surely you know of that spell? After all, you are a master of the dark arts. Oh that's right, they wouldn't give you the position would they? You're just a Potions Master. Just you wait, Severus, I am going to make your life a living nightmare. The Dark Lord will blame you and torture you until you beg for death. I will be there drinking in every scream you make as he shreds you to pieces without mercy."
Snape only gaped in bewilderment at Wormtail's plan. It was so cunning, so well thought out...so...so Slytherin! Wormtail grabbed some of Snape's hair and viciously yanked out a few strands. He hissed in pain and watched helplessly as Wormtail picked up his discarded wand before he gathered Harry off the floor and over his shoulder. He stopped at the door and turned to Snape. The professor opened his mouth to threaten the dirty rat when Wormtail cast a silencing charm on him. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He couldn't move, and couldn't speak; Snape had never been out of control of a situation before and he didn't like it at all.
"Let the game begin," Wormtail laughed as he charmed the door open and left the greenhouse with The Boy Who Lived draped helplessly over his shoulder and made his way across the grounds.