Only few people in the wizarding world knew where voldemort was. Even a good portion of his death eaters were unaware of his whereabouts. He only held his meetings in secluded places; especially places where tiresome boy wizards wouldn't find him. And this was the very reason there was a great disturbance among the group of diabolical men. Every death eater, even every potential follower, could feel his anger. He was not happy, a great cloud of warning kept looming over them, calling them...Peter Petegrew particularly was being called by fog was enough to cover the dark and dingy cave. A rat, which just so happened to have star like scars on his back, was perched in front of it. It seemed to be waiting for something.

"Enter wormtail" hissed a ghostly voice as gusts of burnt debris blew from the entrance. The rat skittered inside. It had to run a far ways to finally see the dim fire coming up head. It wasn't enough to warm the misty cave though. It was there only to provide light. He also noticed blasts of gleaming green rays exploding as he came closer. A hooded figure sat in a dark red chair, pointing their wand at the far side of the cave. Movement was clearly visible on the floor behind the chair; it was a large serpent, it's blazing eyes making the rat shake with terror. He gulped nervously. "Down Nagini...down...it's only Wormtail. You don't need to harm him...for now that is" hissed the same voice that had called earlier. "You may show you're true form my loyal servant" Voldemort ordered, his hand petting the servants snout with his long white fingers.

Peter Petegrew, a traitor and coward, transformed into his human body. He hesitantly stuttered over, watching his master shoot blasts of rays from his wand at his target hanging on the wall.

Peter glanced up the wall where he saw clippings and pictures of Harry Potter, burning from the heated blasts. Peter noted his master was becoming violent these past few months, more so than usual that is. The Potter boy was becoming more of a problem for voldmort. Peter hated being the one to give him the news that the Potter boy had ones again killed or captured one of his followers. "What a waste...he had a very powerful wand" Voldemort said the first few times it happened. But after a few years, Voldemort's tolerance for his servants failures was waving. How infuriating, a boy, not even old enough to be a teacher, was causing him more problems than he was worth. A puny, insignificant child, had already captured one third of his servants. Fortunately, they were obviously not his most valued but they were also week enough to succumb to torture or even simple bribery.

Peter knew he would not put up with this any more. How was he going to tell him?

"Master...you're lordship...I came back with..er...news..."

"Do you? Good Peter, Good...and would this be about the Potter boy?"

Peter cringed for a second. "Well, the matter got a bit complicated my lord...we..." but he couldn't finish his sentence, because Voldemort had flown out of his seat like a phantom and grabbed peter around the throat, lifting him from off the ground. The cold rocky wall was digging into Peter's back. Nagini hissed with glee, most likely exited by the thought of eating a full meal.

"These things should not be complicated Peter, I gave Lucius clear and simple instructions, but he failed me! I would have hoped you would make up for that Peter...for his failed attempts! How could you complicate such a simple task!" Voldemort's repulsive breath made Peter's eyes wince.

"But Master please!...You didn't let me finish!" He choked, holding on to voldemorts cold and scale like hands, "we can use this to our advantage! philiscus was captured!...but we can still use him sir!...we...we can still use him!" Voldemort released his cold long fingers from around peters throat and dropped him. Peter coughed and spluttered giving his master the most terrified eyes. He scrambled to the corner, trembling in fear.

"How?" Voldemort hissed, pointing his wand at him.

Peter raised his hands quickly, "Potter has custody of him! He'll find it sir...he will find whatever Potter is hiding"

Voldemort didn't say anything for a moment, only giving Peter a piercing stare. Than suddenly, as though he had just discovered something very useful, began grinning. Nagini, looking very put out, slithered back behind the chair. A full meal would have to wait.

"Yes...yeeees...we could use this situation to our advantage" Voldemort rubbed his dry chin, thinking deeply.

"Yes, we can find it sir! It will be easy" Peter squeaked, buttering up his master.

But Voldemort only scoffed, "Silence Peter, Philiscus won't find anything! However, We may be able to fool Potter...he has persistence. He just might be foolish enough to attack without thinking. His bravery will be his own worst enemy...it's what killed his idiotic Black.

"Black?...but Belletrix..."

"Bellatrix may have killed him...but If Potter hadn't been stupid enough to actually fall in my hands. His precious Godfather would not of had to come and protect him"

"Oh Yes! Of course master of course! Genius!" Peter was practically bragging for him.

"His courage will lead him to his own death" Voldemort cackled "But even better...his loved one's will die because of his stupidity. How much exactly does philiscus know? And will he say anything?" Voldemort hissed at petegrew, his face inches from his.

Peter was hesitant at first, but knew it was a lost cause to hide anything from his master. "He knows only one hiding place...and...he might say something...but only under immense pain"

Peter cringed, ready for a blow up. He thought he would for sure get a cursed placed upon him. But to Peter's surprise, his master only seemed more pleased.

"Good" Voldemort snarled, "We will have to change a few plans...but this will work just fine"

Petegrew was shocked. His master was happy that one of his death eaters could be telling Potter any moment where his lair was...or at least one of them.

"Peter...gather the clan...inform them that I will be waiting for them...on Hogwarts grounds"

"Yes master" Peter meekly said, "Yes sir, of course master I..." Peter dumbly gasped, realizing what his master was asking. "But...but master! Th-thats where...Philiscus will s-say..." But before Peter could get his last stutter out, Voldemort silenced him with a quick blast from his wand. Peter barely missed the hit as he jumped, squeaking back into his animagus form.

"That's the point you embecile! Now go!" Voldemort ordered, pointing his wand towards the exit.

Peter quickly did as his master said, squeaking pathetically as he did so.

"And Peter!" Voldemort called, his hiss echoing throughout the cave. "Remember! Don't let Potter see you in animagus form...Bellatrix has informed me of the boy's new hobby"

Peter, tentively turning his head, blinked curiously, wondering exactly was his master meant.

Voldemort wickedly grinned "Hunting diminutive sized rats!" He laughed maniacally, as if it were a casual joke.

Peter, realizing he was the but of his master's joke, nodded shakily and scampered off, his little body fading into the darkness.

Voldemort, still laughing at his own warped humor, floated eerily to his chair and sat, petting his snake tenderly with his long white finger.

"Oh my dear Nagini. That boy has been a pain in my side for far to long. Once I find it, He will regret the day he was ever born, and I guarantee you...I will find it" He then laughed coldly, watching Harry's pictures turn to ashes in the fire.


A/N: Yep, Voldemort is so evil he got a chapter all to himself. Don't worry though, this doesn't mean you have to wait a long time for the next chapter. I plan on putting the next one up in just a few days. Thanks for being patient.