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This one's, well, let's just say I really need to start another comedy. This is a bit creepy. Hope you like it anyway!
And, by popular demand, I present to you: Peter, the GIT!! Woohoo!
~~
Teaching Potions was hell.
Snape couldn't stand the students, but what was worse was hearing the little brats talking about what a great Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Fenwick was.
By the time August began to give way to September, and the next school year was about to start, Snape decided to take action.
It was in the middle of a Death Eater meeting that the thought occurred to him.
"I need you to do me a favor," Snape whispered to Peter, who narrowed his eyes scornfully. "Why should I?"
Snape sighed in frustration. "Because I can tell Dumbledore about you any time I'd like."
Peter frowned, but nodded his head finally. "What is it?"
"Turn in Benjy Fenwick."
Peter's eyes widened. "What side are you on?"
Snape wasn't too sure himself. "My side. Why should you care, anyway? You're the traitor, aren't you?"
"I suppose so," he admitted distantly, as if he'd never thought about it before. He didn't want to be, it was true, but somewhere inside of him, he knew this was the only place he'd be understood. No one here wanted to die fighting. Peter knew this wasn't the right thing to do, but still he found himself thinking - isn't survival the right thing?
"Sure, I'll do it. It's not like it matters," he muttered under his breath before stepping forward.
"My Lord," he began with mandatory respect. "There is a very active member in the Order of the Phoenix who is truly a threat to us," he said, making it up as he went along.
Voldemort's eyebrows rose with mild interest. "Yes?"
"Benjy Fenwick," he said, and quickly adding, "I didn't know of him before."
After a while, the Dark Lord nodded his head, a wide smirk spreading across his face. "This sounds like the perfect initiation for our newest member."
~~~~~~~~~~
Regulus Black had never used the Killing Curse on anyone or anything before, and he wasn't too confident it would work for him at all. He'd only graduated from Hogwarts a month ago, and they certainly hadn't taught him how to do it there.
He walked along the dark street that led to where Benjy Fenwick was supposed to live. The house number was fifty-two, though Regulus was just passing thirty.
Sure, he could Apparate and just get it over with, but he felt that he'd rather walk. Maybe he needed time to think, or maybe he was just doing whatever he could to delay his task.
He stopped, hearing a rustle in the bushes. His wand whipped out and he spun around, but all that emerged was a small kitten. It must have been lost.
Regulus glanced at his wand. This was his last chance to test himself before the real thing. All he wanted to do was give himself confidence in knowing he could actually wield the power of death - and yet, he felt himself hesitate as the kitten innocently cocked its head to the side in curiosity.
"Avada Kedavra," he whispered hastily, closing his eyes as if it would soften the blow. When he opened them, the small creature lay limp and lifeless on the wet pavement. It didn't even have the chance to realize it's own mistake.
He took a clumsy step back, horrified at what he'd done, and the fact that he could do it. He heard the pitiful cry echo in his head, and he ran forward along the street not even noticing how the house numbers continued to increase.
Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three. . .
He stopped when he saw that he was passing fifty-one. The next house loomed over him ominously even though it was the same height as all the rest of the houses along the street.
*It's only a test,* he told himself. *Only a test.*
And yet, if he felt sick and horrified over the murder of a small animal, how would a human life be any different? What if it was his mother in that house? Would he still do it? Would she be proud of her faithful son?
His breathing sped up as his heart did as well. He shook his head. He couldn't do it. He could never do it. Abandoning all reason, he fled.
He was killed the following day.
~~~~~~~~~~
Snape noticed with dismay that there were no tears of mourning the next day when he met with the Order. His doubts were confirmed when Benjy Fenwick himself Apparated, cheerful as ever.
Snape swore silently, waiting for Dumbledore to start the meeting. He looked up when he noticed Dumbledore watching him intently. Almost the entire Order followed his gaze. He tried emptying his mind of all thought, but he knew it was too late when Dumbledore sat back and finally spoke.
"Is there something you'd like to tell us, Severus?" he asked, his piercing blue eyes filled with a profound gravity. "Any developments?"
But before Snape could say no, Dumbledore cut him off. "No planned attacks, were there?"
Snape noted the danger of the situation, and had no choice but to spill it all. Or at least some of it. "Benjy Fenwick is in trouble," he said coldly, noting with disgust Dumbledore's nod of approval. "Though, no specifics were discussed, so that's the most warning I can give."
Gideon and Fabian Prewett looked at each other grimly. "We'll be expecting it."
~~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort nodded his head, signaling Antonin Dolohov to leave, who Apparated in eagerness to get the job done as Regulus had not.
When he arrived in the dark house, he found it was seemingly empty. Silently, he crept around the corner into the hallway, being careful as to not let his footsteps echo. When he swiftly snapped his body around the corner into the next room, his mouth literally dropped. With a faint spasm of panic threatening to overtake him, he abruptly retreated.
He Apparated back with a fearful glance toward his annoyed master.
"That quick?" Voldemort snapped. Out of breath, Dolohov shook his head firmly. "No. The whole Order's there. I can't do it."
Voldemort's crimson eyes narrowed briefly, but just as swiftly, seemed to come to life.
"No," he said with obvious excitement. "No. If all they have to offer is strength in numbers, then I think it's time they were taught a lesson." He looked out across the sea of cloaks with satisfaction. "I'll have my inner circle fight them - but keep your masks on."
At the Dark Lord's command, a few dozen Death Eaters stood forward, covering their faces. Peter was one of them.
~~~~~~~~~~
"He left!" Emmaline Vance exclaimed, with a hint of hopeful triumph. "One look at us, and he left!"
"No," Remus said, bring out his wand slowly. "He's going back for more people."
Sirius let his anger build up, hoping it would help him fight. He glanced at Remus, not sure if he'd been right about him at all. But he held onto his pride, not even letting the thought of apology enter his mind.
It was only him, Remus, Benjy, the Prewetts, James, Emmaline Vance, and Moody - though it must have seemed like more than that when the Death Eater had rounded the corner.
A tense and uncomfortable silence followed as every member anticipated the impending battle. But when the dreaded cracks sounded and the eight of them saw how utterly outnumbered and consumed they were, their attitudes changed completely.
Anticipation was no longer the right word, but fear didn't even begin to explain.
~~~~~~~~~~
Lily waited with dread while Harry slept for a merciful while. Her fears and worries were beginning to drown out the sound of the torrential rain pounding like static, and violent winds thrashing at the rattling windows. In her own world of terror, Lily remained untouched by the rhythm of the cruel weather.
She numbly glanced over at the figure of her sleeping child with longing. Sleep seemed like a consoling alternative to the world right now, though she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes for more than a few seconds.
Clenching her teeth to overcome any sign of emotion, Lily got up to search the cupboards for the strongest Sleeping Potion she could find.
~~~~~~~~~~
Peter tried standing back in the corner so he could easily slip from the battle without notice. He'd almost succeeded, until he noticed his friend, James, notice him out of the corner of his eye. Peter adjusted his mask before defending himself from the attack.
With a second thought to his instincts of killing, Peter only stunned James, though it looked convincing enough.
At the other end of the large room, past Gideon and Fabian taking on five Death Eaters at once, he noticed a few of his fellow cloaked wizards dragging Benjy Fenwick out of the back door. Peter found this as his opportunity to escape from the battle, and to escape from having to attack Remus or Sirius.
He calmly followed the three Death Eaters outside into what looked like a greenhouse, thankful to be protected by the vicious storm outside.
"Are you going to kill him or what?" one of the men asked impatiently.
"No," said one of the others. "This chap's caused too much trouble for us to do him a favor like that. Crucio!"
Peter flinched slightly, but found that the sickening screams and wails didn't horrify him as much as they used to. He merely remained passive and listened as the victim's cries were swallowed in the deafening noise of the storm beyond the glass walls.
In the man's flailing and attempts to gain control over his own agony, his arm flew out, knocking the Death Eater's wand from his hand.
Peter watched in awe as the others scrambled around for their own wands, almost forgetting that he was actually standing there with them. He heard one of the wizards speak harshly in his direction, but they didn't have his attention until he heard his name - or what had become of his name.
"Wormtail!"
Peter's head snapped up, and he saw that the others were holding Benjy Fenwick - who was quickly regaining strength - down with their weight. "Your knife," the Death Eater nearest to him said, or commanded, rather.
On impulse, Peter reached into his pocket. He glanced at the knife briefly, remembering his own guilt about accepting a gift from Sirius. *Well,* he thought. *I might as well put it to use.*
Quickly, he thrust it into the Death Eater's hand, turning his back to the scene after catching a glimpse of the victim's face, twisted with terror and pleading.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was the third time Rebecca had woken that night. Or at least, it was the third time she could remember. She'd hoped the visions and feelings would have stopped when Jamie had been born, but she found it only continued to collaborate until it was nearly unbearable.
It was almost as if she were subconsciously counting down to something. . . something very near.
The scream had sounded familiar - but they always did. She concluded that she could come to no conclusion, so she sighed, pulled back the covers, and got up to find something to eat - or anything to keep her waking mind busy.
She silently crept by the cradle where Jamie slept, but before she could take another step, the baby let out a cry almost instantly. Rebecca smiled to herself. Already, her daughter could sense people - or at least just her mother.
She bent over, stretching out her arms to pick her up. Her arms folded over to cradle her unhappy child, and the crying stopped almost immediately.
She noticed with delight that she hadn't inherited any physical traits that in any way resembled the Malfoys. Jamie's hair was still thin and whispy, but clearly an almond brown like Rebecca's. The eyes would remain gray for a few more months, but she guessed they'd be like hers as well. Or, at least, she hoped so.
She'd heard that Lucius had finally gotten the son he wanted, through his wife, Narcissa. This was both a relief and an insignificance to her, but she couldn't help hoping this meant Lucius wouldn't go after Jamie. At least, not while the world seemed so hectic.
She smiled, noting that Jamie was once again asleep. She put her back carefully, and tucked the blanket close to Jamie's chin. Standing back, she rubbed her eyes with a weary sigh.
She wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
~~
Despite the fact that this one was a bit creepy, I think you're gonna like the next chapter!! *squeals* Just let me write it, first. . .
This one's, well, let's just say I really need to start another comedy. This is a bit creepy. Hope you like it anyway!
And, by popular demand, I present to you: Peter, the GIT!! Woohoo!
~~
Teaching Potions was hell.
Snape couldn't stand the students, but what was worse was hearing the little brats talking about what a great Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Fenwick was.
By the time August began to give way to September, and the next school year was about to start, Snape decided to take action.
It was in the middle of a Death Eater meeting that the thought occurred to him.
"I need you to do me a favor," Snape whispered to Peter, who narrowed his eyes scornfully. "Why should I?"
Snape sighed in frustration. "Because I can tell Dumbledore about you any time I'd like."
Peter frowned, but nodded his head finally. "What is it?"
"Turn in Benjy Fenwick."
Peter's eyes widened. "What side are you on?"
Snape wasn't too sure himself. "My side. Why should you care, anyway? You're the traitor, aren't you?"
"I suppose so," he admitted distantly, as if he'd never thought about it before. He didn't want to be, it was true, but somewhere inside of him, he knew this was the only place he'd be understood. No one here wanted to die fighting. Peter knew this wasn't the right thing to do, but still he found himself thinking - isn't survival the right thing?
"Sure, I'll do it. It's not like it matters," he muttered under his breath before stepping forward.
"My Lord," he began with mandatory respect. "There is a very active member in the Order of the Phoenix who is truly a threat to us," he said, making it up as he went along.
Voldemort's eyebrows rose with mild interest. "Yes?"
"Benjy Fenwick," he said, and quickly adding, "I didn't know of him before."
After a while, the Dark Lord nodded his head, a wide smirk spreading across his face. "This sounds like the perfect initiation for our newest member."
~~~~~~~~~~
Regulus Black had never used the Killing Curse on anyone or anything before, and he wasn't too confident it would work for him at all. He'd only graduated from Hogwarts a month ago, and they certainly hadn't taught him how to do it there.
He walked along the dark street that led to where Benjy Fenwick was supposed to live. The house number was fifty-two, though Regulus was just passing thirty.
Sure, he could Apparate and just get it over with, but he felt that he'd rather walk. Maybe he needed time to think, or maybe he was just doing whatever he could to delay his task.
He stopped, hearing a rustle in the bushes. His wand whipped out and he spun around, but all that emerged was a small kitten. It must have been lost.
Regulus glanced at his wand. This was his last chance to test himself before the real thing. All he wanted to do was give himself confidence in knowing he could actually wield the power of death - and yet, he felt himself hesitate as the kitten innocently cocked its head to the side in curiosity.
"Avada Kedavra," he whispered hastily, closing his eyes as if it would soften the blow. When he opened them, the small creature lay limp and lifeless on the wet pavement. It didn't even have the chance to realize it's own mistake.
He took a clumsy step back, horrified at what he'd done, and the fact that he could do it. He heard the pitiful cry echo in his head, and he ran forward along the street not even noticing how the house numbers continued to increase.
Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three. . .
He stopped when he saw that he was passing fifty-one. The next house loomed over him ominously even though it was the same height as all the rest of the houses along the street.
*It's only a test,* he told himself. *Only a test.*
And yet, if he felt sick and horrified over the murder of a small animal, how would a human life be any different? What if it was his mother in that house? Would he still do it? Would she be proud of her faithful son?
His breathing sped up as his heart did as well. He shook his head. He couldn't do it. He could never do it. Abandoning all reason, he fled.
He was killed the following day.
~~~~~~~~~~
Snape noticed with dismay that there were no tears of mourning the next day when he met with the Order. His doubts were confirmed when Benjy Fenwick himself Apparated, cheerful as ever.
Snape swore silently, waiting for Dumbledore to start the meeting. He looked up when he noticed Dumbledore watching him intently. Almost the entire Order followed his gaze. He tried emptying his mind of all thought, but he knew it was too late when Dumbledore sat back and finally spoke.
"Is there something you'd like to tell us, Severus?" he asked, his piercing blue eyes filled with a profound gravity. "Any developments?"
But before Snape could say no, Dumbledore cut him off. "No planned attacks, were there?"
Snape noted the danger of the situation, and had no choice but to spill it all. Or at least some of it. "Benjy Fenwick is in trouble," he said coldly, noting with disgust Dumbledore's nod of approval. "Though, no specifics were discussed, so that's the most warning I can give."
Gideon and Fabian Prewett looked at each other grimly. "We'll be expecting it."
~~~~~~~~~~
Voldemort nodded his head, signaling Antonin Dolohov to leave, who Apparated in eagerness to get the job done as Regulus had not.
When he arrived in the dark house, he found it was seemingly empty. Silently, he crept around the corner into the hallway, being careful as to not let his footsteps echo. When he swiftly snapped his body around the corner into the next room, his mouth literally dropped. With a faint spasm of panic threatening to overtake him, he abruptly retreated.
He Apparated back with a fearful glance toward his annoyed master.
"That quick?" Voldemort snapped. Out of breath, Dolohov shook his head firmly. "No. The whole Order's there. I can't do it."
Voldemort's crimson eyes narrowed briefly, but just as swiftly, seemed to come to life.
"No," he said with obvious excitement. "No. If all they have to offer is strength in numbers, then I think it's time they were taught a lesson." He looked out across the sea of cloaks with satisfaction. "I'll have my inner circle fight them - but keep your masks on."
At the Dark Lord's command, a few dozen Death Eaters stood forward, covering their faces. Peter was one of them.
~~~~~~~~~~
"He left!" Emmaline Vance exclaimed, with a hint of hopeful triumph. "One look at us, and he left!"
"No," Remus said, bring out his wand slowly. "He's going back for more people."
Sirius let his anger build up, hoping it would help him fight. He glanced at Remus, not sure if he'd been right about him at all. But he held onto his pride, not even letting the thought of apology enter his mind.
It was only him, Remus, Benjy, the Prewetts, James, Emmaline Vance, and Moody - though it must have seemed like more than that when the Death Eater had rounded the corner.
A tense and uncomfortable silence followed as every member anticipated the impending battle. But when the dreaded cracks sounded and the eight of them saw how utterly outnumbered and consumed they were, their attitudes changed completely.
Anticipation was no longer the right word, but fear didn't even begin to explain.
~~~~~~~~~~
Lily waited with dread while Harry slept for a merciful while. Her fears and worries were beginning to drown out the sound of the torrential rain pounding like static, and violent winds thrashing at the rattling windows. In her own world of terror, Lily remained untouched by the rhythm of the cruel weather.
She numbly glanced over at the figure of her sleeping child with longing. Sleep seemed like a consoling alternative to the world right now, though she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes for more than a few seconds.
Clenching her teeth to overcome any sign of emotion, Lily got up to search the cupboards for the strongest Sleeping Potion she could find.
~~~~~~~~~~
Peter tried standing back in the corner so he could easily slip from the battle without notice. He'd almost succeeded, until he noticed his friend, James, notice him out of the corner of his eye. Peter adjusted his mask before defending himself from the attack.
With a second thought to his instincts of killing, Peter only stunned James, though it looked convincing enough.
At the other end of the large room, past Gideon and Fabian taking on five Death Eaters at once, he noticed a few of his fellow cloaked wizards dragging Benjy Fenwick out of the back door. Peter found this as his opportunity to escape from the battle, and to escape from having to attack Remus or Sirius.
He calmly followed the three Death Eaters outside into what looked like a greenhouse, thankful to be protected by the vicious storm outside.
"Are you going to kill him or what?" one of the men asked impatiently.
"No," said one of the others. "This chap's caused too much trouble for us to do him a favor like that. Crucio!"
Peter flinched slightly, but found that the sickening screams and wails didn't horrify him as much as they used to. He merely remained passive and listened as the victim's cries were swallowed in the deafening noise of the storm beyond the glass walls.
In the man's flailing and attempts to gain control over his own agony, his arm flew out, knocking the Death Eater's wand from his hand.
Peter watched in awe as the others scrambled around for their own wands, almost forgetting that he was actually standing there with them. He heard one of the wizards speak harshly in his direction, but they didn't have his attention until he heard his name - or what had become of his name.
"Wormtail!"
Peter's head snapped up, and he saw that the others were holding Benjy Fenwick - who was quickly regaining strength - down with their weight. "Your knife," the Death Eater nearest to him said, or commanded, rather.
On impulse, Peter reached into his pocket. He glanced at the knife briefly, remembering his own guilt about accepting a gift from Sirius. *Well,* he thought. *I might as well put it to use.*
Quickly, he thrust it into the Death Eater's hand, turning his back to the scene after catching a glimpse of the victim's face, twisted with terror and pleading.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was the third time Rebecca had woken that night. Or at least, it was the third time she could remember. She'd hoped the visions and feelings would have stopped when Jamie had been born, but she found it only continued to collaborate until it was nearly unbearable.
It was almost as if she were subconsciously counting down to something. . . something very near.
The scream had sounded familiar - but they always did. She concluded that she could come to no conclusion, so she sighed, pulled back the covers, and got up to find something to eat - or anything to keep her waking mind busy.
She silently crept by the cradle where Jamie slept, but before she could take another step, the baby let out a cry almost instantly. Rebecca smiled to herself. Already, her daughter could sense people - or at least just her mother.
She bent over, stretching out her arms to pick her up. Her arms folded over to cradle her unhappy child, and the crying stopped almost immediately.
She noticed with delight that she hadn't inherited any physical traits that in any way resembled the Malfoys. Jamie's hair was still thin and whispy, but clearly an almond brown like Rebecca's. The eyes would remain gray for a few more months, but she guessed they'd be like hers as well. Or, at least, she hoped so.
She'd heard that Lucius had finally gotten the son he wanted, through his wife, Narcissa. This was both a relief and an insignificance to her, but she couldn't help hoping this meant Lucius wouldn't go after Jamie. At least, not while the world seemed so hectic.
She smiled, noting that Jamie was once again asleep. She put her back carefully, and tucked the blanket close to Jamie's chin. Standing back, she rubbed her eyes with a weary sigh.
She wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
~~
Despite the fact that this one was a bit creepy, I think you're gonna like the next chapter!! *squeals* Just let me write it, first. . .
