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Peter Pettigrew smiled as he thought about the new task their lord had given him. He was proud to be a part of his innermost circle comprising of the most trusted death eaters. Even the potions prodigy - Severus Snape, was not yet a part of the inner circle. He had worked hard to prove his worth to the dark lord.

Peter had been working since his fifth year to acclimatise his house mates and the whole school by taking smaller leaves. He knew the dark lord might want to send him to do more dangerous tasks so he'd used the pretext of his mother being severely ill to be absent. By now, almost everyone knew of him but nobody knew much about him and he liked to keep it that way. Peter was a very smart young man and one of the most ruthless death eater. He wanted to keep his skills a secret from everyone including the other death eaters. You never know when someone might betray you and Peter was paranoid enough to not give anyone a reason to one up him.

He had been away for a little over a month now because his lord had given him the task of ... convincing the vampires to join their cause. Peter was always very good at convincing others. He had a repertoire of curses that helped him with the task and if nothing worked, there were always good old unforgivables. Of course they grew boring after a while but he was creative so it helped with the boredom. Convincing the vampires took longer than he thought. Peter didn't want to admit it but they were a tough bunch. He had to burn a few of the young ones and drain a local master before they took him seriously but he was happy with the results. He couldn't wait to tell his lord about his success.

Peter directly apparated to the Riddle Manor. The inner circle had permission to enter the manor as and when they wished. Of course, their access was solely restricted to the outermost area of the manor including the gardens, the entryway and the hallway. No one was permitted to go beyond it without their lord's express permission.

He walked along the mostly silent hallway, ignoring the servants tittering about and the few death eaters from the outer circle. Only the inner circle had their lord's mark and the rest were expendables.

"Peter! Welcome back. How was your trip?"

He looked to see a man in his thirties walking his way with a smile. He was a young aristocrat, not belonging to the sacred twenty-eight. While his blood was not as pure, he had plenty of gold and was easier to sway. Peter sniffed disdainfully at the man. He was a mere pawn and was only useful for his money. His skill with the wand was pitiful and the simpering fool was always buttering up to the inner circle members.

"What do you want Macarthy?"

Macarthy laughed nervously as his eyes shifted to the side. He could never look at anyone in the eye.

"Just heard that you're back. So, I just wanted to welcome you back. There has been a lot of changes here which I thought you might want to know about."

Now he looked smug. As if! If Peter wanted to know about something important, Macarthy would be the last person.

"And you thought I might come to you with questions?" Peter raised a brow mockingly as his lips curled in derision.

Macarthy flushed.

"No! I ... ah ... I thought ... Forgive me, You're right. I just wanted to tell you a little about what's been happening."

Peter frowned. Not because the man looked ready to cry but because of what he'd said earlier. He had been gone for a long time and the place he had gone to was not connected to the rest of the world so he had been cut off from everything. He wondered what had happened while he was gone. Surely nothing that newsworthy.

Peter looked at the man, mumbling about some inane thing and hurriedly brushed him of while walking forward. He had better things to do than waste his time with the idiot. He reached the Thunka Painting and whispered a spell to let his Lord know he wanted entry. He waited for several minutes before the painting glowed softly, letting him know their lord was inside, waiting for him.

With another murmured spell, he stepped through the painting and directly to the study where his lord usually sat. He knelt and waited for his lord.

"Peter. Tell me about the vampires." Lord Voldemort hissed from above him.

Peter didn't raise his head as he replied respectfully.

"The vampires agreed my lord. They required a little more persuasion than I anticipated but we have the support of eight out of ten of the master vampires and their subject vampires. The remaining two are the sourdre de sang. They're the head of their bloodline and so old that they no longer choose to interact with humans. They're feared even among the vampires and no one had seen or heard of them in over five centuries."

Lord Voldemort was silent as Peter finished with his report.

"The remaining two do not matter. If they prove to be a thorn in my plans, they will be eliminated." Voldemort hissed.

"Apart from that, you did good my loyal servant. You have made me proud." The sibilant voice whispered.

Peter basked in his lord's praise.

"Look up Peter. I have another task for you."

"You are to look after a babe with another of my follower. Do not ask him any questions but make sure to keep an eye on him. The child is extremely important. You are under no circumstances to reveal anything about her to anyone. You will die before you reveal any information." The dark lord ordered.

Peter nodded in understanding. He could tell this was a very important task and he was proud to be of service to his lord.

"You will keep going to Hogwarts while taking leaves. The location of the house will remain unknown until I tell you. You will forget it once you leave the house."

The dark lord told him some more details about his mission before ordering him to leave. Peter was a cunning young man. He knew this would take priority above all else. But it was too hushed to cause much stir so he wondered what Macarthy wanted to tell him. Maybe he would find out before leaving for Hogwarts.

Peter was quite excited to return to Hogwarts. He would be just in time for the last Quidditch match between the Slytherins and the useless Gryffindors. They did not have much in the brain department but unfortunately, they did have some decent flyers. But he was looking forward to seeing them utterly humiliated on the field. It didn't matter how good the Gryffindor Quidditch team was, he had a trick he'd perfected during his travels. It would be his parting gift to the house of morons. Peter grinned maliciously as he apparated to Hogsmeade.


"Prongs hurry up! We have to reach before everyone else!" Sirius shouted.

He and Remus were waiting for James in the common room. Sirius was already in his Quidditch uniform and was impatiently waiting for his friend. He was literally shaking in excitement and Hermione couldn't help snort in amusement as he made a hole in the carpet with his frantic pacing.

"Why don't you relax for a while? The game is still an hour away so there's plenty of time." Hermione said.

Sirius turned and glared at her. He stopped pacing and approached her.

"Hermione! How can you even say that! You do not understand how important it is to be at the pitch ... like right now!" Sirius shouted while looming over her.

She slanted a look towards the sandy haired man grinning at her.

"Let him be Hermione. He won't calm down until he's kissed the field." Remus rolled his eyes.

Hermione's lips quirked as she looked at the frantic black haired man. She didn't know he was so religious about the game. It would have been funny to tease him but the poor man looked ready to loose it any second.

"James Potter! You get your ass here right now or I'm frenching your girlfriend in front of everyone!" Sirius bellowed.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Oh you think I'm joking Granger? If your boyfriend doesn't get his lily white ass here pronto, then your lips are mine! Mark my words." He pointed his finger at her imperially.

Hermione controlled her laughter and nodded seriously. He might actually do it ... but still, it was funny.

"Calm your tiny tits Pads. I'm coming." James called from the boys' dorm.

Sirius frowned and tapped his foot impatiently.

Hermione had to look at Sirius' chest after that. She just had to.

Sirius caught her glance and smirked, "Wanna suck on my tits Granger?"

He grinned lasciviously while waggling his eyebrows.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Oh he thought he was being funny, eh. Well she had just the spell for him. She flicked her fingers and nodded smugly. Yep, that did the job.

Sirius frowned as he felt a weight on his chest. He looked down and shrieked. What in Merlin's saggy pants! He had boobs! Real, honest to god big fleshy tits!

Remus lost it and roared in laughter as he saw Sirius panicking while groping his chest.

"Hermioneee! What did you do? You give me back my tiny tits this instant! I have a match to win and I can't go like this." Sirius shouted while trying different spells to undo it.

Hermione smirked as she saw Sirius getting more and more ... screechy.

"What the hell? I was just kidding with the tiny tits mate. You didn't have to take it so seriously." James laughed as he came down.

Hermione looked to see her boyfriend in all his Quidditch glory and smiled.

"I take it this is your doing?" He asked, looking at her.

Hermione shrugged and smiled impishly.

"He was offering his tits so I just ... upgraded the package."

James shook his head. He reached her and pulled her in his arms. With a grin of his own, he drew her close and kissed her deeply. The kiss continued for several more minutes before someone coughed.

James growled and looked at Remus who was holding Sirius back. He looked ready to murder them both.

"So help me god, if you snog in front of me when you know we have to leave like right now, I will make you regret the day you decided to cross Sirius Black!"

Hermione laughed and finally took pity on the fuming man with his heaving chest and flicked her fingers to return him back to normal.

Sirius exhaled in relief as he felt his chest get back to normal.

C'mon now, we have no time to waste. I'll see you all at the field. Hurry Prongs." With a last parting glare, Sirius rushed to the field. Remus followed after waving at James and Hermione.

Now it was just the two of them.

James was still standing with his arms around Hermione's waist. He bent and nuzzled her neck, "Where's my good luck kiss witch?"

Hermione sighed and let her head fall back, "I thought I just gave you one."

"Uh-uh. That was my hello kiss to you. You, my dear girlfriend have yet to give me my kiss." James murmured as he took her earlobe in his mouth and softly sucked on it.

Hermione moaned softly and gripped James' shoulders. Her eyes closed as she felt James sucking on her neck.

She forced her eyes to open and gripped her boyfriend's head. She brought his face down and kissed his nose.

"There, that's your good luck kiss." Hermione smiled.

James pouted and stuck out his lower lip causing Hermione to laugh.

"Oh you big baby."

She reached up and pulled his lower lip and sucked lightly before biting on it. James arms tightened around her waist as he brought them closer.

"Now this is what I'm talking about." He growled before angling his head and kissing the daylights out of Hermione.

They both gasped as they parted. James looked pretty satisfied at the glazed expression on her swatted him lightly on the shoulders but she was smiling softly.

"Let's go before Sirius decides he's had enough waiting." Hermione said.

James nodded before entwining his fingers with hers and heading towards the Quidditch field.

"Are you ready to be amazed love?" James asked as he winked at her.

"Let's see what you got Mr Potter." Hermione blew a kiss at him as she left for the stands.

She waved at James as he walked towards players' changing rooms.

She climbed up the stands until she spotted Lily sitting with a book. The stands were slowly filling but there was still plenty of space as the game still had half an hour before starting.

"What took you so long? Sirius was just here complaining and muttering about pranking you." Lily asked as she closed her book.

Hermione sat down and looked at the field. Madam Hooch was busy laying some spells before the game began. She could see the Slytherin team enter in one big line.

"Nothing, was just wishing James good luck."

"That might explain Sirius' ire." She smiled knowingly.

Hermione threw her a look but Lily just laughed, "Don't give me that look. We both know it wasn't just wishing him luck."

Hermione shook her head but didn't say anything. After all, Lily was right.

"So how are things? I noticed you started spending less time at the Library. I haven't seen you in days." Hermione asked.

Lily shrugged and averted her eyes. Her good mood seemed to vanish. Hermione grew concerned.

"What is it Lily?'

"Nothing Hermione. I just ... nothing really. It's what I deserve I guess." Lily muttered.

Hermione frowned at that.

"Lily ..."

"Hermione, it's really nothing. Let's talk about it later." Lily said.

Hermione nodded slowly. She could tell Lily didn't want to talk about it. If she had to guess, it might be something related to a certain Slytherin but she wasn't sure. What she did know was she was not letting it go. Lily and Severus used to be good friends and she could not see a friendship so deep, spoiled.

"Alright Lily, but we're definitely talking about it later." Hermione said.

Lily shook her head and smiled, "You know it's funny. Sometimes you almost seem like my big sister, or if I had a big sister."

Hermione swallowed. Her world swayed yet again.

"Are you an only child?" Hermione asked, dreading the answer.

Lily nodded, "Yep, mom and dad actually wanted two kids but there were some complications."

Hermione nodded as her mind blanked out for a moment. Petunia didn't exist in this world. This meant that the Dursleys were no more, or at least would not be in their lives. She didn't know yet what it meant but Hermione realised that this world was slowly becoming more and more unfamiliar. She knew the changes might get bigger as she spent more time. She just hoped it wouldn't be fatal.

"-ne. Earth to Hermione."

Hermione jolted back as Lily waved a hand over face,

"Where do you go sometimes? You get this blank look and it's really scary." Lily asked curiously.

Hermione managed a smile and shook her head. The stands were full now and both the teams were on the ground, shaking hands before starting the last match of the season. Thankfully Lily was soon distracted by the whistle signing the start of the game.

Hermione put the information where she noted all the discrepancies in her mind and focused on the game. There was not much she could do with the information after all. No use stressing over it.

The game had been going for an hour and Gryffindor was in the lead by twenty points. It wasn't much but it gave them more room to look for the snitch. James was doing a fine job of getting the Quaffle through the goal hoops. Majority of the points by the Gryffindor team were scored by him. Hermione felt fiercely proud of him. He looked so intense and focused. Sirius was also doing a fine job as a seeker. He was almost like a dog with a bone. Hermione laughed at her own joke.

After few more points scored by the team, Hermione started noticing something. The Gryffindor chasers seem to have a harder time with the Quaffles. She couldn't tell from the distance but the Quaffle seemed to have increased their speed slightly. It was too minute to tell.

Hermione focused intently on the game, ignoring all the shouting and jeering from the stands. She had a bad feeling about it. Sure enough, the Quaffles seemed to become more aggressive, but only towards players in the red and gold. She looked at the teachers' stand to see Madam Hooch frowning. She seemed to be undecided about it but Hermione had seen it before when someone messed with the game. Her first year came to mind. She quickly stood and walked towards the end of stands, to find a more inconspicuous place. She wasted precious minutes trying to find a place and by now, some of the players were having trouble with their brooms. Madam Hooch was striding towards the field with a thunderous expression on her face.

Hermione whispered a spell which would identify any curses or jinxes on any equipment. To her dismay, the Quaffles were showing a version of the blasting jinx. Oh this was not good. She hurriedly went about trying to nullify the effect of the jinx. It required a lot of focus since the jinxes were geared towards specific players. Who ever did it was smart. If her guess was right, it wasn't just any harmless jinx.

Hermione had just about a few more seconds. She focused harder and finally found a way to unravel the magic. It was linked with the person's signature so it took longer but she did it right before James hit a Quaffle with his bat. Hermione sighed in relief but it was too soon. She watched in horror as the Quaffle zoomed past a Gryffindor beater before heading towards the Slytherin Goal. The beater swayed wildly on his broom. The broom started vibrating before exploding into a thousand pieces. The beater took the blast head on and was falling to the ground. There were shouts as the crowd panicked. She saw the teachers hurrying to the ground. Hermione wanted to go as well but she caught movement in her peripheral vision.

She turned to see a man in green and silver robes hurrying away. He looked about her age and there was something familiar about his face. Hermione followed him until they were behind the stands, hidden from everyone's eyes. She gasped softly as the man turned around. Despite some clear differences, she recognised the face. Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing, or rather who she was seeing.

Peter Pettigrew! She was finally seeing the Peter Pettigrew of this world and he was vastly different from the cowering man she knew. She had a really bad feeling about it.


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