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Chapter 3 - Losing Control
Dorcas Meadows looked over the bed at Peter Pettigrew, the one she fell in love with. Tears were streaming softly and slowly from her eyes. A hand was on her shoulder. It was Remus Lupin, Peter's best friend at Hogwarts, well, one of them, really. The other two, James Potter and Sirius Black were also there, looking down at Peter sadly.
Peter was having a traumatised sleep, as they could see. He had been thrashing for a while.
Darkness was all around me. I open my eyes and I see nothing but black. I feel cold and slightly wet, but I realise I have been perspiring.
Panic forms a grip over me, and I stand up, yet I have a pain in my leg. It hurts so much I yell aloud. I feel blindly around me and see that I am in a small enclosed room.
I feel a door-like shape but i can't feel a handle. I bang loudly on the door wanting to get out of this place. Something about it is oddly foreshadowing...
I start to yell for help, but then I hear a cold harsh voice in the shadows, which almost makes me jump out of my skin.
Yelling will get you nowhere, Pettigrew.
That voice. I have heard it somewhere before. In my nightmares... But who is it?
"Crucio."
A searing hot pain hits my ribs, which feel like they are being minced slowly and forcefully. I scream until my throat goes hoarse, but then the pain stops.
Now I know who this person is. The most foul, evil twisted thing that had ever set foot upon this universe.
Lord Voldemort himself.
"Wh-What do you want with me?" Peter Pettigrew stammered, shrinking back into the shadows.
"Control." Lord Voldemort said simply, and that was when Peter Pettigrew, in the Hospital Wing's eyes snapped open.