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Chapter 6: Memories Part II: Wormtail's Betrayal

It had been several weeks since the Fidelius Charm was placed on Lily Evans Potter and James Godric Potter, and things were as normal as it could be, if you do not count the fact that no one except Peter Pettigrew could see them.

"Well, Lily dear," James began, reclining on the couch, the only indication that he was there was the conspicuous sag of the sofa. "It does look like Peter could be trusted, right?"

"It does look like that," Lily said thoughtfully while trying to find the pot she was going to use to cook soup for supper. "Of course I'm probably wrong, but I just don't know. I still do not trust Peter."

"Although I'll probably come out of it laughing at myself for ever believing such a thing," Lily added humorously.

James nodded in agreement. "Lily," he began. "I think I hear Harry crying. I'll go check on him." And with that, he left the comfort of the couch and started upstairs.

Now you are probably wondering who Harry is. He is the son of Lily and James. Now he is one year old, his birthday being yesterday. Lily and James had held a huge party for him with Sirius, Remus, and Peter all invited. Peter was acting normal, being fidgety, although Lily perceived that he was being unusually nervous. James assured her that it was just the fact that he couldn't believe he was their secret keeper.

"Sure, honey," Lily replied from the kitchen way too late, for James was already upstairs.


In a place somewhere far away, in the dead of night, a cloaked figure hidden by the towering trees of an Albanian forest was waiting. Tonight would be the night his plan would come into effect. Peter, or Wormtail, he liked that name much better, was named appropriately. He was a traitor. A traitor may be useful, if he doesn't dare turn against him. At that thought, the dark, shadowed figure raised a long, blood red finger up to his left arm and pressed into it with sharp clawlike fingernails.

Almost instantly, it seemed, there was a POP! and a similarly cloaked, yet smaller person appeared, his back bent. He fell to his knees and crawled forward kissing the hem of hid Master's robes, showing the man that he was loyal.

Lord Voldemort was very amused. A sign of loyalty was good, but anyone could do that. So he screeched at Wormtail in a high cold voice, "Get off me." Wormtail instantly obeyed, but before he could do anything, before he could react, the high screech rang again, this time louder than before, "Crucio!" and Wormtail was writhing on the damp ground of the forest, dust flying around him, and in pain. Voldemort had his wand raised. After what seemed like eternity to Wormtail, the curse was finally taken off of him and he shakily rose to his feet.

"Master," he murmered quietly. Voldemort smiled, if you could call it a smile. His snake-like eyes turned a darker shade of sinister ruby red.

"So, you are loyal. I have had doubts about your abilities before, Wormtail. I thought that you might be turning on me as a spy for that Mudblood lover Dumbledore. I thought a little dose of pain would help. But I was wrong. That is lucky for you, Wormtail. I am sorry Nagini, Wormtail will not be fed to you, yet." Voldemort dragged the last word out. "Is the plan in action?"

"Yes, my Lord," Wormtail answered timidly. "Everything is in place. If all goes all right, James and Lily will be dead by tonight, possible tomorrow morning if we wait until midnight."

"Good, Wormtail," Voldemort said. "You are dismissed." But, as Wormtail turned to leave, Voldemort said, "Wait. I have forgotten something. The plan WILL go well. Do not answer me with an 'if' again! Crucio!"

Wormtail was twitching on the ground once again from the agony experienced by the Cruciatus Curse. Soon, it was taken off by Voldemort. "Go now!" he ordered. Wormtail instantly obeyed and vanished with a POP! Lord Voldemort watched him leave, and let out a horrifying, cold laugh that would have frozen even the bravest wizards in their tracks.


James walked down the stairs. "Harry's fine," he told his wife. "Must have been the wind that I heard. He's sleeping soundly."

"That's great," Lily answered, not paying attention. She was trying to finish the soup she was cooking for dinner. Delicious smells wafted through the kitchen.

"Is dinner almost ready?" James asked eagerly. "That smells delicious!" But before Lily could answer, there was a knock at the door. James went to answer it, but sensed something wrong. He backed away towards the couch, slowly.

"Will you answer the door please, honey. I'm a little busy at the moment," Lily called from the kitchen, but when James didn't answer, she knew something was wrong. "What is it?" she asked.

Before James could answer her, the door was blasted off its hinges. Lily screamed. She ran into the living room. James was staring at the figure right outside the door. It was Voldemort. "Ahh..." Voldemort said softly. "What do we have here? You should join us you know, Potter. With both our powers combined, we could rule the world together!" At this point, Voldemort gave an insane laugh.

"By now, you should know that I would never join you, Tom," James said. He spat out the word Tom as if it was poison.

"Then that is just too bad," Voldemort said and raised his wand.

"Lily," James yelled bravely. "Get Harry and run! I'll try to hold him off." He too raised his wand.

Lily paused long enough to get one last look at her husband. She knew he wasn't going to make it, no matter how optimistic she tried to be. She knew Wormtail had betrayed them. Lily ran up the stairs two at a time, something she hadn't done since she was at Hogwarts traversing the one hundred forty-two moving staircases. The last thing she heard from James was the words: "I love you Lily. Expelliarmus!" She didn't see the flash of green light, hear the words: "Avada Kedavra", nor see James fall down crumpled to the floor dead. She only concentrated on one thing. Get to Harry and get out of the house. She wouldn't let her husband's sacrifice be in vain. As Lily reached young Harry's room, she heard Voldemort coming up the stairs. "He was going to kill Harry," Lily thought in Harry. There was no way whe could make it out of the house alive. "Then I'll die protecting Harry," she thought grimly.

Lily heard soft footsteps approaching. Then, without warning, Voldemort appeared at her door. "Get out of the way, silly girl!" he yelled. "I don't want to kill you this time, just the boy."

Lily shook her head desparately no. "No! Not Harry. Not Harry!" she yelled to no avail.

"Then you leave me no choice!" Voldemort yelled. "Avada Kedavra." Lily crumpled to the gound covering and shielding Harry. Voldemort levitated her aside with a quick "Mobilicorpus" and advanced on Harry. Not knowing that ancient old magic was at work when Lily protected Harry with her love, Voldemort shot the green-colored killing curse at Harry...



Sorry folks. I know this may be boring so far, but it is necessary for Mike to know what is going on. I'll update as soon as possible. For right now, this is the end of Chapter 6 of Cold. Until next time, bye!