Voldemort's Very Vexed
Note: Takes place just after Peter renounces Voldemort in Promises Unbroken.
I should have known he'd turn on me, I muse, listening to the grown man blubbering at my feet. Associating with Potter, Dumbledore's Golden Boy, as he did, it was foolish to contemplate possibilities of loyalty.
Treachery was inevitable, once Black got away.
"Crucio!" I curse. The insignificant sycophant who suggested he would be a useful addition to our ranks screams, and a red stream drips to the floor as his vocal chords tear.
Serves him right for persuading me to allow Lucius to extend the invitation.
More blood pools under his head, his eardrums shattering. A few flecks of grey matter mar the lengthening rivulets of crimson.
That's two servants, no longer useful.
Pettigrew must pay.
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