The man crept through the dark dankness stealthily, avoiding the commanding
powerful presence of Lucius Malfoy or the silken dagger of Severus Snape.
That was how he lived, trying his best to avoid those more powerful than
himself, those that could crush him.
Peter was a man who worked above all else to survive-that was why he'd allied himself with the Dark Lord in the first place. He'd known back during Voldemort's first rise to power, with the body count rising steadily higher and the wizarding world unable to anticipate or react fast enough. He had realized that no one could protect him but the devil himself. It had been so easy to save his own skin too. All he had needed to do was turn over someone else's skin. And he'd been so afraid, so young and terrified.
He pushed those thoughts out of his head as he made his unseen way down to the cells in the basement of his master's lair. One couldn't dwell on such thoughts if one wanted to survive.
"Pettigrew!"
He turned, swiftly and nervously, to see the dark seductiveness of Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Y-yes?" He cowered. He was good at cowering. It was a clever trick that kept him alive, everyone knowing they had power over him. And he was one of the master's. It made everyone think twice before they tried anything on him.
Of course, Bellatrix wouldn't care about that. She was crazy, wild with cruelty and vicious bloodlust that the Dark Lord found attractive and praised her for. She was unpredictable and fierce and dangerous.
Those dark eyes of hers studied him intently, her full lips pursed consideringly. Peter was afraid and took a step back, closer to the wall. She smirked and licked her lips, enjoying Peter's obvious discomfort.
"Have you seen Malfoy?"
"No."
She looked disappointed but there was still a maniacal gleam in her eye. "Oh well. If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him." She turned to continue past him on the stair.
Peter breathed an inaudible sigh of relief.
"Oh, and Peter?"
"Y-y-yes Bellatrix?" he exaggerated his stutter.
"You stink, you foul little man." And she bared her teeth and laughed before she disappeared up the stair.
Peter stood still for a long moment, looking around nervously before he scurried away, frowning unhappily all the while. He didn't like Bellatrix, or Malfoy, or Snape but he might have liked Bellatrix the least. She was a danger to his life and Peter wanted obsessively to survive.
He was, after all, a rat.
Peter was a man who worked above all else to survive-that was why he'd allied himself with the Dark Lord in the first place. He'd known back during Voldemort's first rise to power, with the body count rising steadily higher and the wizarding world unable to anticipate or react fast enough. He had realized that no one could protect him but the devil himself. It had been so easy to save his own skin too. All he had needed to do was turn over someone else's skin. And he'd been so afraid, so young and terrified.
He pushed those thoughts out of his head as he made his unseen way down to the cells in the basement of his master's lair. One couldn't dwell on such thoughts if one wanted to survive.
"Pettigrew!"
He turned, swiftly and nervously, to see the dark seductiveness of Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Y-yes?" He cowered. He was good at cowering. It was a clever trick that kept him alive, everyone knowing they had power over him. And he was one of the master's. It made everyone think twice before they tried anything on him.
Of course, Bellatrix wouldn't care about that. She was crazy, wild with cruelty and vicious bloodlust that the Dark Lord found attractive and praised her for. She was unpredictable and fierce and dangerous.
Those dark eyes of hers studied him intently, her full lips pursed consideringly. Peter was afraid and took a step back, closer to the wall. She smirked and licked her lips, enjoying Peter's obvious discomfort.
"Have you seen Malfoy?"
"No."
She looked disappointed but there was still a maniacal gleam in her eye. "Oh well. If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him." She turned to continue past him on the stair.
Peter breathed an inaudible sigh of relief.
"Oh, and Peter?"
"Y-y-yes Bellatrix?" he exaggerated his stutter.
"You stink, you foul little man." And she bared her teeth and laughed before she disappeared up the stair.
Peter stood still for a long moment, looking around nervously before he scurried away, frowning unhappily all the while. He didn't like Bellatrix, or Malfoy, or Snape but he might have liked Bellatrix the least. She was a danger to his life and Peter wanted obsessively to survive.
He was, after all, a rat.