September 25, 1980
Peter Pettigrew felt nothing but fear as he stared into the cold red eyes of the most infamous wizard in Britain.
Peter knew that he wasn't really as brave as his friends. He knew that deep down in his core he was a coward. However, he had always thought that his fear had made more sense than anything. Without him in the mix, the Marauders would have gone too far in their pranks much more often (even though they still occasionally did, Peter usually objected out of fear).
Peter had thought that he had been particularly clever in hiding himself this last summer, but the pale wizard in his dining room, pinning him to a chair suggested otherwise.
"How quaint."
Peter felt a shiver crawl up his spine at the low hiss of a voice. The Dark Lord was nothing if not intimidating and Peter knew he was outmatched.
"It was a small thing for one of my lieutenants to notice that a wizard was coming and going in this place. Imagine my surprise that it was one of Dumbledore's little students."
Peter knew that You-Know-Who could just be talking about his Hogwarts days, but he was trying his best not to think of the Order of the Phoenix. Judging by the cruel smile creeping across the Dark Lord's face, something had given him away.
"Ah, not just a student then. I've been looking for someone like you."
Peter tried to be brave. He had been sorted into Gryffindor for a reason and even if it felt as though the hat had made a giant mistake most of the time, he wanted to live up to the ideal of his friends.
"I-I'll tell you n-nothing…"
Peter hated that he had to stutter, and he hated that he could not form a complete sentence in the midst of this madman.
"Oh, Peter Pettigrew."
Peter's blood turned to ice at the almost caressing whisper of the Dark Lord saying his name. In it Peter heard hints of the power that could be offered, if he only bowed down.
"You've told me plenty already just within this meeting. Soon I'll have all your secrets, whether you want to or not."
Although Peter's fear was swelling, he knew that this might be what defined him as a person. He would try and die standing on his feet, rather than succumbing to the Dark Lord's sweet promises.
"I have nothing to tell you, Voldemort. I'm not afraid."
Peter felt a thrill of satisfaction as Voldemort snarled at Peter saying his name, the Death Eaters with him stirring angrily. However, the satisfaction was short lived as the Dark Lord merely raised a hand, quieting his followers effortlessly. The conniving smile was now more of a rictus, that did nothing for Peter's heart rate.
"Oh, Peter."
Peter's eyes widened as he saw Voldemort raise his wand. He felt himself become at peace with what was sure to be his death. Nothing could be worse than that.
He did not notice the slight gleam in Voldemort's eye at that last thought.
"You will be."
Then all Peter knew was pain.
Hello all, never really thought I'd update this drabble series again, but it got some new life on AO3 and it inspired me to come back to it. It'll be interesting in that I'll probably be updating on AO3 first for this, but once the collective is complete I'll put some on here.
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