Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Macbeth; I will however happily shout the plays name at its performance to see what happens.

To Set A New Path

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He was too late. The man looked around with drunken, beady eyes but the women he had been speaking to were gone. He turned to the bar tender. "Abe, where'd my little lovelies go?"

"Where do ya' think? Said ya' be gone for a minute and that was nearly an hour ago. And it looks like you passed out in my pigsty." Abe began to wonder if he should just stun the man and toss him back outside. Who was he kidding, he'd let worse stick around. "Looks like you missed you destiny, might as well have another drink."

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Three women looked over the assorted people who had gathered in the Three Broomsticks. Outside one of the worst storms to be seen in the Scottish Highlands rolled over the village of Hogsmeade. It had driven many to call it an early evening and cut into the number of potential 'friends' that they might find for a bit of fun.

"Not a looker in the bunch, we'd have had better luck if we stayed at the Hog's Head." One of them said.

"What about those two that just arrived, they look promising don't they?" Another asked.

The group turned to look at the new arrivals; two men had stepped out of the floo and made their way towards an open table. The taller of the two had a rugged, ragged look about him. The women knew his appearance and manners meant he was dangerous, or at least thought he was.

The second man was shorter and not what any of them would consider handsome but his softer appearance spoke of a less threatening nature. An odd pair they were, but with so few choices these two at least seemed interesting. The group of three left their table and made their way over to the men.

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Peter Pettigrew was not comfortable going out for the evening but Rabastan had been insistent. Of course with their Dark Lord having been revealed the month before, as well as Rabastan being a wanted fugitive, they couldn't just go out. Thankfully Snape had made a potion that caused small, random alteration to a person's appearance. Peter hadn't bothered to listen to Snape's long winded explanation involving how great he was, all Peter knew was that it made it possible for them to go out without drawing attention.

For Rabastan it drew out his cheekbones and gave him a sharper appearance. For Peter it actually hid some of his weight and lessened his resemblance to a rat. Also it gave him a full head of blond hair. Which he thought was ridiculous. A long glove covered his distinctive silver hand.

"Wouldn't want to be outside tonight, it's not fit for chasing down bog-jumper or norsky." Rabastan said the words like curses. Peter thought his bloodlust for muggles was extrema even among Death Eaters. His unexplained hatred of the Irish and Norwegian was just crazy, only rivaled by his sister-in-law's insanity.

"Somehow I don't think the weather would stop you." Peter replied. Even his voice was different; having lost the squeak he had become accustomed to.

"Of course it wouldn't, you've got to put them down where you find them. Now that I think 'bout it they'd all be inside, thinking they was nice and safe. Might really be a fine night for a good hunt." Rabastan commented, he hadn't even had a drink but Peter could already see the signs of him slipping into his twisted version of excitement.

"A hunt, in this weather sweetie?" A new voice asked. The three women took seats at the table Rabastan and Peter were using. "It's too cold and wet outside. Why don't you two stay in with us?"

Rabastan grinned and grabbed one of the women by the waist. "Maybe, what cha' offering us to stay with you pretties?"

"Rosmerta, one Deed Without a Name!" One of them shouted.

"Fine but you had better clean things up this time." A moment later the inn's owner Rosmerta came over with a small cauldron.

Peter looked at the concoction in the cauldron, it looked like river sludge. Rabastan didn't seem very impressed either. "What's the bloody hell is this?"

"Deed without a name, best drink they have here, but you has to request it special see. Try some." One of them used a glass to scoop up some of the concoction. Peter looked between the woman and Rabastan.

Rabastan took his own cup and filled it before he threw his head back and chocked it down. Peter took a sip, and spit it back on the table gagging. Rabastan managed to keep his down. "Hell woman, with stuff like that you don't need an obliviate."

"That is literally the worst thing ever!" Peter managed to choke out. And between the potions Snape brewed and what he had done as a rat that was saying something. "What's in it? Dementor arse?"

One of the women conjured a flame under the caldron. "It's better hot, try it again when it reaches a boil."

"The bubbles will tickle. As for what's in it, blind-worm's sting, salt-sea shark, Tartar's lips, maw and gulf. All that fun stuff." One of them replied.

Peter couldn't tell if Rabastan actually liked the drink or if he was just showing off but he refilled his cup and chugged down another mouthful. His cup slammed onto the table top as he gasped for breath. "Hell that's got a kick. So what do you ladies do?"

"We're back up singers for the Weird Sisters." One answered easily. Another leaned forward and ran a hand along his chest. "What about you?"

"Exterminator." Rabastan replied with a twisted smile.

One of the women gave Peter a coy smile. "And you, what do you do?"

"Don't mind him he's just my pet rat without a tail!" Rabastan laughed at what he considered a delightful joke.

"A little of this, a little of that, whatever I need to do." Peter said. While he liked the attention the women were giving him he already knew how the night would end. Rabastan would take all three of them and send Peter away. He always did.

"I bet you could do whatever you wanted." The woman said as she took his hand. "You just need to get rid of any obstacles in your way and relax a bit."

Rabastan drained another cup of the concoction. "Yeah he'll get right on that."

Peter tried to finish his own glass, just to prove that he could. It was almost an hour later that he did, and he felt awful. He hadn't even touched the sweetened bloody sausages that had been ordered. Rabastan whispered something to the women, one bit her thumb in a provocative manner before she nodded and they left the table. He turned to Peter with his crooked smile. "Well you look like your nights over. Head back and sleep it off, oh and if you see my brother tell him I'll be back tomorrow."

Rabastan waved his hand in front of an unresponsive Peter and let out an annoyed sigh. It would be so much easier just to kill the little man but for some reason the Dark Lord found him useful. He walked over to the bar and flagged down Rosmerta. "See my companion off would ya? Had a bit too much he has."

She nodded and made her way over to the table where Peter was still sitting in a daze. "Come on, time to head home. Can you stand?"

"I'm fine Madam Ro…Ru…Ross." Peter managed to get out before he gave a painful hiccup that scorched his throat. "I can handle myself."

"Sure you can dear. Let's go to the floo alright?" Rosmerta said as she helped Peter towards the harth. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

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Rabastan found the three women waiting for him. The first smiled and stalked towards him with a swish of her hips. "Where's your friend?"

He could have said Peter wasn't feeling well or decided to leave early. But where was the fun in that? He slipped out his yew wand. "Obliviate."

The memory charm wasn't necessary, but it just wasn't as much fun without it. He loved the feeling of power he had when casting it. It was almost as good as what was to come.

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Peter stumbled out of the floo into Malfoy Manor. He made it all of five steps before he lurched into a suit of armor. The helmet fell and rolled across the floor. Peter frowned, the empty ringing of metal on marble sounded like scornful laughter to him. Like the other Death Eaters mocking him again.

He continued on down the hall, he never liked the Malfoy house. It was too creepy for his taste. It had only gotten worse recently as Malfoy indulged his darker tastes now that the Dark Lord had returned. He stumbled by a magical painting, unlike those that moved it was stationary but charmed so that whoever looked at it saw themselves as the wizard torturing muggles. Peter glanced at it and felt sick as the painting showed him standing over a bloody child.

That wasn't what he had wanted when he joined Voldemort. He wanted respect, he was useful, he was a spy. He was the one who found their master and cared for him, revived him with his own flesh! Yet he was still seen as nothing more than a lackey. Not even welcome into the inner circle.

It wasn't fair; he had done so much for them. So much that only he could do. The places only he could get to, Snape always received the praise for his spying but Peter did far more than him.

A pair of large doors down the hall opened and Voldemort exited with eight members of his inner circle. Even as Peter hurried to the side of the hall and out of their way he thought that he should be a part of that group. They didn't even spare a glance for him. To them he was no better than a house elf with a birnam twig broom.

He remembered the woman from the Three Broomsticks, her words echoed in his head. He could do whatever he wanted; he just needed to remove the obstacles. Well there were his obstacles. He could get rid of them he realized. No one would suspect poor little Peter. A cold stone settled in his stomach as he realized how easy it would be.

He had access to most of the Death Eater's homes, a dozen undetectable ways to kill someone that Voldemort had amassed, and untraceable poisons from Snape. A rat could go anywhere, he could be anything. Even a king!

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(A/N: For this chapter I was given the play Macbeth, I used the scene with the three witches for influence, most of my references to the play also came from that scene. Just as they set Macbeth on a path that saw many killed so to was Peter set on a path that will see many Death Eaters killed. My optional prompts were (spell) Obliviate, (opening sentence) '(S)He was too late.' and (dialogue) "That is literally the worst thing ever!"

(A/N2: Because I have no idea how familiar anyone is with the play Macbeth, and some of the references I've made are a bit obscure or hidden I've included this list of the ones I put in.

Three witches

Two 'friends'

Stormy weather

Hint that the women are prostitutes whose work has been referred to as a 'deed without a name'.

Commenting on the weather

Bog-jumper and Norsky –slang for Irish and Norwegian – nationalities defeated by Macbeth

Drink called 'Deed without a name'

Boiling cauldron/bubbles

Ingredients - Blind-worm's sting, salt-sea shark, Tartar's lips, maw and gulf

Weird Sisters – other name for the three witches from Macbeth

Rat without a tail – mentioned in act 1 scene 3

Thumb bit – 'by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes'

Sweetened sausages – sow's blood and grease that is sweetened

Rosmerta referred to as Ross – other character

Slipped out his yew wand – mentions of slips of yew in cauldron

Armor's helmet – armored head, first apparition conjured by witches.

The painting – bloody child, second apparition

Eight members of the inner circle – the eight kings shown by the witches

House elf with a birnam twig broom – child with tree, third apparition

Birnam twig broom - Birnam forest – a coming enemy

Consideration of possible murder – the murder's Macbeth commits

Reference to being king.

Thank you to everyone who read, I hope you enjoyed it.