DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling = rich, talented, author of Harry Potter. Me = poor,
imitation, and shameless borrower of Harry Potter. See the difference?
A/N: I feel like writing this, if you object, too bad, I needed to make some type of something resembling a plot, other than James's attempts to seduce Lily. I also decided to stop being lazy and write proper dialogue, I hope no one objects to that either.
James sat in the Hogwarts express with Peter, Lily, and Sirius. Remus was getting prefect instructions. They sat in silence, James and Lily next to each other, Peter directly across from James, and Sirius next to him.
"So, Wormtail, have a fun summer?" James asked, breaking the silence.
The boy called Wormtail shuddered. Unwanted images flashed before his eyes. Over the summer he had turned an early seventeen, he had been held back in his first year due to missing all but three weeks because of a severe allergy to the color green. After that he was sorted from Slytherin into Gryffindor and was fine, except during an occasional Quidditch match. He had never told his friends this; however, he would rather live in a cave in the middle of Alaska with no magic than admit his brief stay as a Slytherin.
Peter Pettigrew had come of age over the summer. On the eve of his birthday Voldemort's Death Eaters had attacked the town he lived in, but he had surrendered, and they, surprisingly, had taken him to their master.
Presented unceremoniously before Voldemort, Wormtail told of his desire to join them, to serve their great master. Their great master laughed at the trembling pile of flesh, which happened to be signing his soul over to the devil. He did accept his help, and after burning a dark mark into his skin on his left arm, Voldemort concealed it, so that only when he called his Death Eaters to him, then it would show.
"My young Death Eater, bring more to me. No one will see your mark, and you need not apparate to me when I call until you graduate from Hogwarts, unless I call over the summer. I have gifts for you," Voldemort said to Wormtail. "Bring them in."
Four tall, robed, masked men went to a small door off the room where they met. They pulled out two semi-conscious forms wearing Muggle clothing.
"Two Muggles, master, for the boy," one of the Death Eaters sneered.
"Kill one of them with this knife," Voldemort held out a long, gleaming knife, "and the other with your wand."
Peter Pettigrew hadn't even enjoyed cutting up dead animals for potions, but he valued his own life above everything else. Taking the handle of the knife, he walked over to the first Muggle. It was through a haze of tears that he plunged it into the Muggles chest. They quickly dried as he felt the power of being able to take another life. The warm blood flowing over his hand as he twisted the knife deeper into the wound. With a weak shudder the Muggle's chest stopped trying to rise and fall, his body slackened, but the blood continued to pour out of the chest wound.
Peter pulled the knife free, offering it back to Voldemort, who licked the blade, tasting the impure blood on it. Trying to ignore the devil he had joined, Peter pulled out his wand and performed the death spell. It was more exhilarating to kill a man with magic than with the Muggle way. When the second Muggle was dead, Peter turned back to his new master.
"Master..."
"Wormtail," was the reply, before he went back to cleaning the knife with his tongue.
"So... did you?" an almost gentle voice broke into Wormtail's memory.
"What...?" Wormtail looked around, seeing himself sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, surrounded by people who care about him enough to ask. "It was alright. My summer could have been worse, or better. How about you guys?"
It was with easy talk between them that they passed the time until the Hogwarts feast.
A/N: I feel like writing this, if you object, too bad, I needed to make some type of something resembling a plot, other than James's attempts to seduce Lily. I also decided to stop being lazy and write proper dialogue, I hope no one objects to that either.
James sat in the Hogwarts express with Peter, Lily, and Sirius. Remus was getting prefect instructions. They sat in silence, James and Lily next to each other, Peter directly across from James, and Sirius next to him.
"So, Wormtail, have a fun summer?" James asked, breaking the silence.
The boy called Wormtail shuddered. Unwanted images flashed before his eyes. Over the summer he had turned an early seventeen, he had been held back in his first year due to missing all but three weeks because of a severe allergy to the color green. After that he was sorted from Slytherin into Gryffindor and was fine, except during an occasional Quidditch match. He had never told his friends this; however, he would rather live in a cave in the middle of Alaska with no magic than admit his brief stay as a Slytherin.
Peter Pettigrew had come of age over the summer. On the eve of his birthday Voldemort's Death Eaters had attacked the town he lived in, but he had surrendered, and they, surprisingly, had taken him to their master.
Presented unceremoniously before Voldemort, Wormtail told of his desire to join them, to serve their great master. Their great master laughed at the trembling pile of flesh, which happened to be signing his soul over to the devil. He did accept his help, and after burning a dark mark into his skin on his left arm, Voldemort concealed it, so that only when he called his Death Eaters to him, then it would show.
"My young Death Eater, bring more to me. No one will see your mark, and you need not apparate to me when I call until you graduate from Hogwarts, unless I call over the summer. I have gifts for you," Voldemort said to Wormtail. "Bring them in."
Four tall, robed, masked men went to a small door off the room where they met. They pulled out two semi-conscious forms wearing Muggle clothing.
"Two Muggles, master, for the boy," one of the Death Eaters sneered.
"Kill one of them with this knife," Voldemort held out a long, gleaming knife, "and the other with your wand."
Peter Pettigrew hadn't even enjoyed cutting up dead animals for potions, but he valued his own life above everything else. Taking the handle of the knife, he walked over to the first Muggle. It was through a haze of tears that he plunged it into the Muggles chest. They quickly dried as he felt the power of being able to take another life. The warm blood flowing over his hand as he twisted the knife deeper into the wound. With a weak shudder the Muggle's chest stopped trying to rise and fall, his body slackened, but the blood continued to pour out of the chest wound.
Peter pulled the knife free, offering it back to Voldemort, who licked the blade, tasting the impure blood on it. Trying to ignore the devil he had joined, Peter pulled out his wand and performed the death spell. It was more exhilarating to kill a man with magic than with the Muggle way. When the second Muggle was dead, Peter turned back to his new master.
"Master..."
"Wormtail," was the reply, before he went back to cleaning the knife with his tongue.
"So... did you?" an almost gentle voice broke into Wormtail's memory.
"What...?" Wormtail looked around, seeing himself sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, surrounded by people who care about him enough to ask. "It was alright. My summer could have been worse, or better. How about you guys?"
It was with easy talk between them that they passed the time until the Hogwarts feast.