Disclaimer: I do not own Pettigrew, Voldemort, the Weasleys, you get it.

1 Voldemort's Revenge

Pettigrew and Voldemort had been back as a team for only a week since the return to power. But Voldemort, as you may suspect, is not the forgiving and forgetting kind. He was now going to take out an old, 15-years old to be exact, grudge. During dinner Voldemort struck.

"You evil, horrid, person!" yelled Voldemort, totally out of the blue. "Never once did you help me! I only kept you alive one week to repay you for my return back to power. But now, you sniveling little coward, prepare to die!"

Pettigrew was nearly thrown from his chair by the shock and impact of the powerful man's words.

"B-but master, I-er, helped you, and, well, um"

"Silence! You caused me nothing but pain and humiliation. After I fell to that Potter boy, who YOU led me to, you left me alone to think of my own ways to survive. I was only half alive! I could have used some help. But no, you only thought of saving yourself, found a nice family, MUGGLE- SYPATHIZERS they were! But I had a wretched decade. You could not care less. I cannot call you a coward enough!"

Pettigrew did not stand a chance against Voldemort. But he did know how Voldemort killed his victims. Voldemort aimed the spell at the feet of the victim, as he knew that anyone would duck rather than jump at a spell. However, Voldemort knew that Pettigrew could figure this out, so this time he aimed the spell at Pettigrew's chest.

Pettigrew jumped in the air, the spell catching him at the knees. It took him an entire hour to die. Being in the close presence of the spell so many times had made him more immune to it than others. During that hour, Voldemort sat patiently.

"I want to see you die, evil rat."

"I will die. But I just want to thank the Weasleys for supporting me as a rat for ten years."

"SILENCE! DO NOT MENTION THEM! I do not want you to say another word. There is more satisfaction that way."

"I will speak till the moment I die! I tried to help you, Tom, Morvolo, Riddle…"

Voldemort in his moment of hate for Pettigrew for using that name did the spell again, but for naught, as Peter Pettigrew, his right-hand man, was dead.

Voldemort turned away from his dead friend. He quickly turned back and said "Dissentum." The body disappeared. Voldemort rubbed his eyes and head and muttered "Green light finally taking a toll on those retinas, oh well" then Voldemort realized an important thing…

"Who will be my new number two? There is always Isar Lenoc(A/N: I made him up), no, he broke away from me to get his own following. Besides he is too odd. He had this obsession with the life of Rasi Conel,(A/N:him too!) didn't he? Could tell me when that man brushed his teeth! Rasi Conel, what a weird obsession, anyway,…"

Voldemort talked to himself for half the night, wondering about why Rasi Conel was the center of his old friend Isar's life. Then, he came to a conclusion about who his new right-hand man would be.

The End! Stay tuned for more on this guy's obsession, it has a lot to do with even later fics of mine! Hope you enjoyed it!